Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

To be on the safe side, Malfoy applied a floating technique to himself to reduce shocks and avoid accidents.

But it seemed that he was overly worried. The back part of the water pipe suddenly became horizontal. He emerged from the nozzle and stepped onto the damp ground steadily. Then a dark stone tunnel was placed in front of him. The tunnel is big enough for people to stand in it.

"Fluorescence flickers!" He waved his wand to illuminate himself.

Even though he slowed down his pace, his steps still made a pattering sound on the wet ground. There was nothing in the tunnel except for the sound of footsteps. It highlighted the gloomy and bleak atmosphere, not to mention the occasional stepping. There was a clicking sound in the skulls of various other animals.

"Is this the peeled skin of that guy?" Malfoy glanced at the huge snake skin not far away. It was dazzling bright green, lying on the floor of the tunnel coiled and empty inside.Obviously, the animal that had just shed this layer of skin was at least twenty feet long, and when converted into meters, it was also a six-meter-long guy.

A hunter in the forest would always say something like this. I would rather face 500 venomous snakes than a python. A bite by the former may have an antidote, while the latter will directly hang you directly. You will feel When there is less and less oxygen in one's body, life will be lost a little bit with it. Watching one's own death may be more frightening than death itself.

Then the basilisk that needs to be faced now has a huge body and fangs. Combining the two, it also opened up a stunned, instant kill.

Naturally, Malfoy was not here to die. His identity would not allow Riddle to grow up as soon as he saw him, and Riddle might be a little lonely after seeing him for so long. Lockhart and him would definitely not be able to talk to each other. Del looked at him like he was looking at a fool.

In the original book, Riddle still had a chat with Harry before starting to kill.

Malfoy continued to walk through the huge snakeskin. The tunnel turned one turn after another. Finally, he carefully turned another turn, and finally found a solid wall standing in front of it with two engravings on it. The snakes entwined with each other, their eyes are studded with large, shiny emeralds, which makes people know that the green light in their eyes is not just a word to describe.

"It really didn't work." Malfoy's body tightened. He just wanted to deform his buttons, but found no effect. He tore open a roaring letter from a rooster, and found that it was also like a deflated ball. The same, "dumb gun".

"Sure enough, he was prepared." Malfoy felt cold, but it had no effect on his plans.

"Open." Malfoy said to the two stone snakes in a snake language that he had forcibly remembered.

The snake on the wall began to swim slowly, so that it was completely separated, and the wall was divided into two halves, revealing a passage.

Malfoy dived in.

He looked around. This was a long, dark room with many towering stone pillars erected around them, all of which were uniformly engraved with coiled and entangled snakes. These pillars supported the ceiling that melted into the darkness at high places. Cast a long and treacherous black shadow on the whole room filled with green and mystery.

"It's really uncomfortable to be stared at by this thing." Malfoy shuddered. From any angle, Malfoy felt the stone snake staring at him closely, which made him feel depressed and quite uncomfortable.

When he walked parallel to the last pair of stone pillars, a statue as high as the room itself suddenly appeared in front of him, clinging to the dark wall behind.

It was an old, monkey face,

"Oh" Malfoy sighed, presuming it was one thing, seeing it with his own eyes was another.When he really saw Lockhart, his mood was still very complicated. He didn't expect this straw bag to be so unbelievable.

A figure suddenly slid out from behind the stone pillar. Malfoy knew that the Lord had come. The figure had black hair and a tall figure, but the body was not completely solid. It was a little transparent, making it feel like he was A ghost.

"Oh?" the boy said."I thought it would be Harry Potter who came here, but I didn't expect it to be you."

"I think about it." He said to himself."Well, Lockhart admires you the most besides Harry, because you gave him a bottle of his favorite whiskey, which is ridiculous. Draco Malfoy, right?" Riddle looked at Malfoy Said, with some sarcasm in his tone, he should have targeted Lockhart, so far he has not shown maliciousness, perhaps because Malfoy is pure blood.

"My Lord Dark Lord!" Malfoy began to slam his acting skills again, he cupped his chest with both hands, his eyes showed a fanatical expression, and he shouted out piously.

Riddle was surprised when he heard the name, his eyes suddenly sharpened, as if he was about to kill if he didn't agree.

Malfoy didn't care about him at all, as if he had found something, he rushed straight to the diary beside Lockhart.

"Stay away from that book!" Riddle snapped, with scarlet light flashing in his eyes, and Malfoy ignored it. He quickly took out a bottle with a bright red liquid in it and poured it into the diary.

"Dare you!" Riddle raised the wand in his hand, but it was very uncoordinated. Lockhart's wand was too gorgeous, covered with various patterns, but Riddle could only use it, but he Soon it stopped again.

"Oh, the smell of life." Riddle licked the corners of his mouth intoxicated, as if he was enjoying the old wine, he put down his wand."What is this?" he asked.

"Dragon blood." Malfoy seemed to realize that he was a little gaffe just now, and he stuttered the word.

"Perfect!" Riddle said excitedly, and it seemed that Malfoy had initially gained his trust."Much more vitality than this straw bag." As he said, he looked at Lockhart lying on the side in disgust.

"How do you know these secrets?" But Riddle looked at him carefully."My father told me." Malfoy tried to say it in a proud tone.

"Lucius?" Riddle murmured.Obviously he has almost learned Lockhart's memories, and these circumstances have already been able to be seated."It looks like your father is trusted by me." Riddle laughed.

"My father doesn't want to believe the fact that you are dead. He firmly believes that the Dark Lord is impossible to die. You are the omnipotent god, and a body will not block your steps." Malfoy continued to praise the present. Man, he saw Riddle's body gradually turn into a solid form, and it was a far cry from the original. The Riddle just now seemed to drift away when the wind blows.

"So he chose to temporarily return to the wizarding society to lay the foundation for your comeback. I think you know from Lockhart's mind that our family is very rich and can definitely help you." Malfoy lowered. He said, "So please forgive him for his seemingly betrayal before." It seems that Riddle is not going to look up without forgiving his father.

Riddle rubbed Lockhart's gorgeous wand and said happily: "Your father and son have shown your loyalty with actions. I am satisfied, so how can I blame it.".He also said: "If I were not a trustworthy person, I don't think I would tell your father this important secret of mine."

"Look up," Riddle said, his tone thicker than before, exuding the majesty of a superior.

"Oh, don't be nervous, boy, I have always been very tolerant towards my loyal men, let alone you have done nothing." He said tolerantly, feeling very uncoordinated.Can you imagine a teenager saying such old-fashioned words?

"Yes." Malfoy slowly raised his head.

"Relax," Riddle said. A loyal subordinate and his son found themselves and gave him such a great help, which made him feel better.

"Will that man die?" Malfoy pointed to Lockhart with a wince, showing the fear that a teenager should have when facing a dead person.

"Oh, this is an interesting question," Riddle said happily."It's a long story. As far as I can see, the real reason Lockhart became like this is because he opened his heart to an invisible stranger and told all his secrets."

It seemed that he had been holding back for too long, or maybe he wanted to show off to his loyal subordinates, brush loyalty or something, Riddle began to talk about how he confuse Lockhart.

"Seriously, I have lived for so many years, and this is the first time I have encountered this kind of strange work." Riddle couldn't help laughing happily.

"He told me that he was embarrassed in his class. What's that called? Little elf? Dozens of elf made him jump in class. I comforted him. In fact, he is very powerful."

"It's so funny, I wonder if Dumbledore was completely dim-eyed and chose such a straw bag as the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." He sneered.

"Fortunately, it's just a memory. If you know that you are not as good as this straw bag, you might kill him right away." Malfoy didn't forget to complain, on the surface he was still listening to the leader's instructions.

"Then I watched him write in his diary again. He was afraid that one day he would be found out as someone who knows nothing but the Forgotten Curse. He wanted to keep a low profile, but couldn't help showing off those experiences that didn't belong to him. He keeps blaming himself like this, and I keep enlightening him-you are capable, but you lack an opportunity."

"I also asked him to kill chickens and told him that he would gain strength in this way. He really believed it. It was a big laugh."

"En." Riddle thought for a moment, and continued: "It should have been a Quidditch match that day. To be honest, that kind of match is the most boring sport I have ever seen."

"+1" Malfoy said heartily, feeling that he had found a soulmate.

"He actually lost the bones of the boy who beat me." Riddle laughed presumptuously. "So I have to give him some rewards," he said.

"He wrote in his diary again that he can no longer bear so many skeptical glances. He wants real strength." Riddle chuckled."So I satisfied him."

"But there is nothing in the world that is not exchanged for equal value, so he paid his life." Riddle looked at Lockhart lying on the ground with disgust."He should be dead in a while."

"I'm very satisfied." Riddle said."It seems that the assistant he defeated was once my subordinate, Draco, do you know what's going on?"

Malfoy shook his head pretendingly.

"Well, I can't expect a child to sort out everything." Riddle said to himself.

"Well, now my strength has not fully recovered, it will take some time, you go, I will come to you again." He licked his lips."The next time I meet at Hogwarts, there shouldn't be any more Mudbloods." He murmured.

Malfoy only said one sentence in his heart: "You're done." When I waited, I ran to Dumbledore's office and gave a small report, and the year could end happily.

"But." He said sullenly, looking at a pillar behind Malfoy: "You seem to have brought a tail in. It's still a dirty mudblood."

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