Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Why? The savior is going to make trouble in Diagon Alley, ready to avenge your good friend?" Malfoy asked, looking at the black-haired boy in front of him. The lightning-shaped scar on his forehead showed his identity. Most of the vacation passed. Both of them have grown taller, but after all, they haven't changed much.

On the wide street, Harry blocked Malfoy’s way, staring at him cautiously, for fear of something unusual, and then calmly said: "You have received the punishment you deserve, and you have paid for it. ."

"And it seems I can't beat you either." Harry added weakly.

"But." Harry looked at Malfoy with his firm eyes, and then tightly held the holly wand in his hand, and then continued: "If you have any other conspiracy, I will definitely try to stop it."

"For example." Malfoy was really helpless this time, feeling that he was shot while lying down.

"In Florin's ice cream shop just now, why did you give a false name?"

"Oh, it turns out that even the famous Harry Potter likes to listen to other people's corners?" Malfoy then reacted, and then deliberately didn't look at Harry, but took out his wand and fiddled with it, intently The look made Harry feel a little contempt.

"I'm just..." Harry just wanted to explain that it was because he wrote a paper about medieval witches in his shop, and the owner occasionally gave him guidance. The owner’s knowledge is said to be Bibin Professor Si is also rich, and there is a free cold drink once every half an hour.

But Harry was interrupted by Malfoy.

"You want to explain? Why have you ever seen a dude who caused trouble for yourself?" Malfoy asked back, then turned his nonchalant gaze to Harry and said, "I think our savior should think about how to keep his little boy. Fate, it is said that Black escaped from prison for you." Malfoy threatened him intentionally. In fact, Malfoy was right about this sentence, but no one would understand that.

Yes, I risked my life to watch the game for my godson. When the broom broke, he sent a new firebolt.

"Furthermore, those who brag about their aunt dare to cast spells outside of school?" Malfoy glanced at the wand in Harry's hand again. "I think even if the Ministry of Magic is to protect your safety, it will Indulge your behavior again.” Malfoy said provocatively, as if to provoke him to force him to take action.

Harry thought that even Malfoy in front of him had had his wand confiscated for casting spells outside of school, and he couldn't help but hesitate for a while.

He had at least his own wand in his hand before he had the courage to run away from home. This was his last reliance. He couldn't imagine what he would do if he was actually fired and his wand was confiscated.

Fudge also told him in the Broken Cauldron Bar before that the reason he didn't care about him was that Blake escaped from prison, and the two evils, whichevereverevereverevereverevereverevereverevereverevereverceeverevereverever or one of the two evils is the lesser of him, was regarded as letting him go.

Now the insufficient evidence and serious consequences made him more hesitant.

Yes, what a false name is, what if he pretended to be Neville before, Harry suddenly thought that he was afraid that others would recognize him before, and he also reported a false name on the Cavaliers bus, so he was also suspected ?

Harry felt more and more that this was a wrong decision he had made with his head heated.

Step back ten thousand steps, even if Malfoy really had a conspiracy, wouldn't he jump out so swaggering and criticize him?

Harry felt that he might have been suppressed for too long these days before he did such an uncomfortable thing.

"I'm sorry." Harry said apologetically, then put away his wand and prepared to leave, but he said in a deep voice as he walked towards the cauldron bar and passed by Malfoy.

"Even if you don't give your name, Playboy will get into trouble sooner or later." Harry finally left such a curse that wasn't a curse.

Naturally, Malfoy wouldn't care. He was not the kind of emotional liar who played with girls' feelings. This was just a response to brush off the ill feeling in front of someone.

It's just that neither of them would have thought that the second half of this sentence would come to an end after a few years.

After sending away a protagonist with a sense of justice, Malfoy remembered that he still had something to do, and ran back to Gringotts. At this time, the gate of Gringotts was closed and deserted, and there was nothing before. There are only a few Ministry of Magic officials on duty.

"One of Uncle Fudge's folders fell in the office. Ask me to pick it up for him." Malfoy said politely to a tall and thin man in a trench coat with some stubble. The rest of the guard glanced at each other. , A little embarrassed.

But the little embarrassment was quickly dismissed by a few packs of so-called Muggle special cigarettes.

It took only a few minutes to enter and exit the room, but when Malfoy came out, he had already seen these people on duty starting to vomit clouds and fog.

No lighter?A weaker flame is enough.

"Thank you uncle." Malfoy did not forget to thank them when he left.

"It's a trivial matter." The tall thin windbreaker man in the lead took a puff of cigarette enjoyment, then slowly exhaled a few thin smoke rings and said: "Be careful all the way, Master Draco."

"Yeah." Malfoy nodded, and then walked to the nearest Floo fan station without looking back, thinking: "Successful bribery in the street, the Ministry of Magic official who was on duty, met Voldemort and tentatively. Fairly fanatical cultists."

"Who will win?" He issued a question with obvious answers.

Walking into a shop that provides Floo powder service, Malfoy sprinkled a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace, and the green flames rose up. After clearly speaking the destination, Malfoy took a deep breath and walked away. In the meantime, a burst of invisible power rushed towards him, tearing his body constantly, and he felt the world begin to spin. Even if he closed his eyes, the unstoppable nausea and vomiting still attacked him. Come.

"Fortunately, I didn't eat much just now." Malfoy thought with joy.

Now he is in the downtown area of ​​Muggles, a hidden wizard and Muggle society transfer station. On the bright side is a small hardware store, and a burly middle-aged man with a big face and beard is playing with the wrench on the counter. No one would have thought that he was a wizard at first glance. The counter was filled with all kinds of wrenches, screws and parts. The strong smell of paint and plastic filled the shop. These made Malfoy subconsciously use his hands. Covered his nose and mouth.

The man bares his strong upper body, and his left arm is also engraved with an animal-shaped tattoo. At first glance, he looks like a member of a Muggle gang, but he looks like it. The wand behind him is still exposed. His status as a wizard.

Malfoy walked towards him, and the man seemed to be aware of it. He looked up at him and said, "Young man, there is nothing that wizards are interested in."

"I think so." Malfoy knocked on the glass counter with a crisp sound.Then asked: "Actually, I just want to ask which fruit shop is closer?"

"I think I can help you." The man showed a kind smile that contrasted with his image on his face, expressing his kindness.

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