Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Forgive me, I can't help." Malfoy could only take a look outside and mourned the innocent implicated goblin."I'll help you get revenge." He thought, but if he wants revenge, he himself is the culprit of this farce.

Then he walked to the end of the corridor, and some painful howls and groans were heard from time to time in the door of the passing room. He stood still at the door of the last room, buckled the door a few times and pushed open the empty cover. Door.

"Long time no see, Mr. Griphook." Malfoy smiled and looked at the goblin who was lying on the bed. By coincidence, he was not asleep, otherwise Malfoy wouldn't mind using some "special" method to wake him up.

Griphook on the bed was reading a book with blue leather and black background. Malfoy glanced at it, and noticed that the title pen in the center of the cover had dragons and snakes, dragons and phoenixes, but it was a text he didn't recognize, he estimated This is written in fairy-specific characters.

Griphook, who concentrated on the book, was taken aback by the call, and suddenly raised his huge head, and his dark eyes glanced at Malfoy.

"What are you doing here?" Griphook said in a panic, with expectations and panic in his eyes."Aren't you afraid the people at Gringotts doubt us?" Griphook tried to make his voice serious and tense.

These days, don’t look at him like a hero who is righteous and brave. His inner suffering is really only known to him. In order to complete the boy’s task, he betrayed Gringotts and nearly killed his colleague. , The colleague he saved out of guilt even won a good name for himself.

There is only one pull ring dream in the past few days, and that is that the Auror sent by the Ministry of Magic arrested him, and kept interrogating himself with Panthera and Veritaserum, and then he tried everything. Now, he doesn't know how Malfoy ends up, but in his dream, he has been thrown into the dark and damp island prison, where he can never feel joy and happiness-Azkaban.

A trace of regret grew in him.

The fear he had imagined had already tortured him into a nervous breakdown. His only choice was to find sustenance. He couldn't move around on the hospital bed. Only the fairy books could make him temporarily forget his current troubles.

"Autobiography of Legnac I"-This is Griphook's way of paralyzing himself. He hopes to experience the heroes of their fairy clan through books again. One is not only a master of casting, but also not inferior to any magical attainments. The legendary fairy of the wizard.

The more remarkable the achievements and achievements of Legnak, the more he was able to persuade himself that these bad things he did were sacrificed for the honor of their fairies.

Then when he hypnotized himself to a certain extent, he realized that he hadn't got paid after doing things stupidly, and couldn't help resenting Malfoy for fear that he would go wrong.

But when Malfoy was really standing in front of him again, he was suddenly speechless.

The fear of being discovered has the upper hand again.

Whether it is a Muggle wizard or a fairy, their performance after committing a crime and making a mistake is worthy of in-depth study. Some of them are trembling, walking on thin ice, and living in panic all day long, and some boasting that their tricks are seamless and can escape legal sanctions. , But in any case, the human heart is complicated, and so is the fairy.When Malfoy had said something, the flame of greed in his eyes suddenly rose again.

Malfoy said: "Our meeting was at the direction of the president. He asked you to be tight-lipped about this time, and then you can get what you deserve."

"Otherwise, I shouldn't be able to get in when I was outside just now, and you should know that you are actually under house arrest, so avoid talking outside."

Grip Huan's face changed after hearing this.

"The president's hush fee is his hush fee. The next step is to fulfill the agreement between us." Malfoy looked at Griphook with his gray eyes, and Griphook couldn't help but feel a chill behind him, as if he was stunned. The dormant beast stared at it, but after he heard the words to fulfill the agreement, his face showed a vivid expression.

"Where's the sword?" Griphook could no longer suppress his feelings, and asked Malfoy for his "deserved" reward. His huge eyes rolled up and looked around Malfoy.

"Of course, people in the Malfoy family are the most trustworthy." Malfoy nodded, and then added two words to his heart: "That's strange."

"What about the sword." Griphook's expression suddenly became a little sullen. Except for the unremarkable fruit basket, there was nothing around him that could hold that long sword. This cunning little liar might be attacking him!

"My dear friend, you seem to have forgotten the Unmarked Stretching Curse." Malfoy gave Griphook amusedly, then said in a soothing tone.

Then Malfoy slowly drew out the sword that symbolized Gryffindor's courage. The body of the sword hidden in the fruit pile was revealed little by little until it was completely exposed to the eyes of the two. The sword was in the dim light of the ward. The lower part looks extremely dazzling, and the glittering silver light seems to be the most deadly and attractive poison to the fairy who is obsessed with casting by nature.

Griphook grabbed the sword immediately. Malfoy did not stop him this time. He put the sword in his arms and stroked it gently as if he was treating his lover. His eyes were full of intoxication, and the hilt was huge. The rubies and the various strange patterns nearby made him linger, unable to extricate himself.

The skill of the fairy casting master made him stare, and his superb skills made him fascinated.

He has paid too much for this, and now is the time for him to be rewarded.

"But, Mr. Griphook, I need to remind you." Malfoy offered his own suggestion "friendly".

"Needless to say, I know, you must not get this sword from the right channel. I will be very cautious and hide it so that no one will find it." Griphook did not notice Malfoy's tone. abnormal.

"No, no, that's not what I want to say." Malfoy shook his head insignificantly, except that Griphook's whole body and heart fell on the sword, just subconsciously asked: "What is that? "

With the sword in his hand, he did not expect that this might be just a bait to divert his attention.

"From a setting point of view, I am a villain." Malfoy said quietly. As soon as the voice fell, his wand was already aimed at the drunken goblin.

"Forget it all!"

The pull ring, which was originally sitting on the bed, ran into a white light that looked like a shooting star, and then with a bit of inconceivable and deep unwillingness in his eyes, he fell straight down. His not wide palm was still tight. He tightly grasped the sword that he had "possessed" after all the hard work.

"Relax!" Malfoy waved his wand again, he didn't want to split the fairy's fingers one by one.

Obviously, someone turned back.

Fairy buying and selling is not called buying and selling or renting.

Let this lease period be extended indefinitely.

Destroyed Hufflepuff's gold cup, saved Gryffindor's sword, and became a contractor similar to arrears of migrant workers' wages, and Malfoy completed a small part of his plan.

"Actually, coveting something that shouldn't belong to oneself can cause trouble to the upper body." Malfoy looked at Griphook, who had fallen asleep, and shook his head. This actually saved his life. If he follows the original path, Not long after he obtained the sword, he ate a green light from the angry Voldemort.

I just don't know what kind of spark this fairy will have with a dying person.

What Griphook didn't notice was that he had fallen into the trap that Malfoy had wove step by step since they first met. This is not very delicate, it can even be said that a very crude trap is unexpectedly effective.

That is the power of the word "greed". As long as people lose their composure, how flawed lies or promises are, they will believe it for no reason.

Maybe you have to add somebody's hint and charm magic.

The hint in my heart does not belong to the category of magic, and the magic of charm only evokes various emotions of people, so when the pull ring passes through the anti-thief waterfall, it will still not feel abnormal.

No matter what the temptation and guidance, it is still him who made this decision, which is fundamentally different from the Imperius Curse.

In the St. Mungo’s Magical Injury Hospital, the place that should be noisy is still noisy, crying, groaning, and pain can be heard in many places, but in the soundproof ward that needs quietness, there is no sound, and a silver needle falls. , You can also hear the sound.The therapists are still fulfilling their tasks with due diligence. The doctor named Augustus is still being reprimanded by his boss. Everything seems to be normal. No one noticed that the memory of a goblin patient on the fifth floor was tampered with.

"Lockhart! How dare you play a goblin?" Griphook didn't faint for long. After all, this was not a sleeping curse. The first sentence he woke up was a curse with gritted teeth.

After all, the structure of the fairy is different from that of human beings. Maybe even magic cannot be fully effective because of his obsession with this sword?So Malfoy assigned him a very good vent target.

Blocking is worse than loosing, and diverting disasters from the east is the safest way.

The poor Professor Strawberry didn't know that he was suddenly in trouble.

"Huh? What is this." A female wizard in a green robe walked past a ward, and suddenly felt a trip on the soles of her feet. Her identity may be similar to that of a nurse in a Muggle hospital because of the green robe. The pattern on it is slightly different from other doctors, it is shallower and simpler.

The fact is also true. She only assisted some patients in the daily care and recuperation. Similar to a nurse, she was able to successfully stay in this hospital with some spiritual magic that he mastered to calm manic patients.

When she almost fell, she frowned slightly, but then stretched out again. A beautifully packaged high-end fruit basket was lying quietly outside the ward door. This should be the "culprit".

"Which family member does not go in in person when visiting the patient? I am not afraid of being let along by others?" She was a little puzzled, because it seemed that this fruit basket was also very valuable, and the various fruits inside were showing a sweet smell. The hospital There are people from the three religions and nine liuaries, and it makes sense to be so big at the door to be led by the sheep.

A piece of paper suddenly appeared in front of her, with only a few words written on it, forming a sentence, without leaving a name.She read this sentence out in a low voice: "I hope our hero can recover soon. Get out of the nightmare."

Ms. Lupao looked up at the ward number, "No. 49." This is also the ward she took over today. She forgot the name of the person in this ward, but she still vaguely remembered the last name.

"Longbottom." The woman patted her head, remembering the patient's last name on the case."Are the patients in this ward still a hero?" She thought so silently, and then decided to take her attitude towards the patients more seriously.

St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries at night, everything is as usual.

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