Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The bell rang for the end of class, which indicated the end of this ancient magic text course, and most students were still unsure. This course is indeed difficult, but it is also really interesting. Most of those who are confident to choose this course are Ravenclaw College For the students who love knowledge, after the difficulty is thrown away, the rest should be fun.

"You go first." Pansy in the seat waved to Malfoy. "I have a few more questions for the professor."

"You robbed me of my lines." Malfoy looked at Pansy with a weird expression, wondering, even though he felt her transformation a little bit, he was still a little uncomfortable.

"Is it weird to study you seriously?" Pansy gave Malfoy a white look.

"Then I think asking the professor the question you are now confused is the same as asking me." Malfoy shrugged.

"I'm not." Pansy pushed Malfoy away from his seat a little annoyed, as if driving him away.

"Okay, well, then I happen to have something, if you don't understand anything, just ask Professor Babling, remember to be polite." Malfoy finally gave Pansy a wake-up call and quickly left the classroom.

Hermione watched the two of them talk and couldn't intervene. Malfoy left soon after the conversation. She regretted and breathed a sigh of relief. As for why, she may only know the reason.

Just as Hermione had packed up her ancient magic text course related books and was about to get up and leave, she found a figure standing in front of her seat.

"Ms. Parkinson, may I ask you something?" Hermione asked in a cold tone as she sorted the books. Apart from finding faults, she really couldn't think of why a Slytherin schoolgirl would come to find her after class. She didn't believe that Miss Parkinson would humbly ask her for advice. Whether it was knowledge or patience, she felt that Malfoy was enough to teach her.

It seemed that Hermione still didn't notice the sourness in her heart, and she unconsciously compared it.

However, the provocative words that Hermione had imagined did not come out of Pansy's mouth. Hermione looked up at Pansy, only to realize that the expression on her face seemed tangled, her eyebrows were tangled together, and her hands were placed together. I don't know what I'm doing behind my back, but I stand on tiptoe from time to time.Whatever the case, Hermione only saw no hostility on her face.

Suddenly Pansy leaned forward, and Hermione unconsciously held the magic wand next to her. She still didn't let go of her guard, wondering what unfavorable behavior the girl in front of her would do to her.

"Thank you." Pansy finally made up his mind and bowed to Hermione very formally, softly and solemnly.

"Huh?" Hermione, who was in a defensive stance and ready to counterattack at any time, was stunned. She didn't know why Pansy would thank her. The most recent encounter was probably because the two of them had an unpleasant duel in the duel club. After that, there was basically no communication, and Hermione didn't know what the girl in front of her could do to thank her.

"Thank you for notifying the principal to save Draco." Pansy continued, only to show her intentions.

"He wouldn't be willing to owe others favors." Pansy said firmly to Hermione. "So the Ron thing that was saved will be regarded as his reward for the time being. The three of you have such a good relationship, it should be counted. It’s even."

"That has nothing to do with me." Hermione started to put her head down to organize her textbooks again, and then said: "If it is true as the rumors say, then I helped him last year and it was something Gryffindor should do. It doesn't matter who it is, it's not for compensation." Hermione stopped for a moment, then raised her head to stare at Pansy and said, "And it was his own choice to save Ron, please don't involve anything in return. High-sounding words." Hermione bit the word "save" very hard, obviously not agreeing with her statement.

"That's best." Pansy didn't care too much. "So according to your statement, I just thank you according to my own wishes. It is your freedom to accept it or not, and I did not hide it from him. Now." Pansy seemed to have thought of something, and chuckled secretly, the corners of his mouth curled up inexplicably, then turned and left.

The conversation between the two completely dispelled Hermione's plan to thank him again.

She could only bite her lip and watch Pansy's departure.

The flame of courage that was finally instigated was ruthlessly extinguished. Perhaps Pansy’s words did not directly make her give up, but people’s courage can only last for a while, and the most impulsive time has passed. , This interruption changed her decision again.

Hermione suddenly realized that her determination was not as firm as she had imagined. She would still be afraid, but she didn't know where the fear was.

Want to approach but dare not approach?Maybe.

The protagonist who made her entangled was talking with Mrs. Pince in the library at this time, not knowing how much trouble he caused someone.

"My child, what's the matter with you? I think you should be more familiar with it than I am." Mrs. Pince said to Malfoy with a formulaic smile thousands of miles away, her tone seemed to admire him for coming to the library. Very diligent, but actually there is some irony in it.

She has never seen a student who can read books in the forbidden book zone without any scruples in the first grade. Let’s see what books he reads, "The Declassified Black Magic", "The Rise and Fall of Black Magic", this is to think Become the second Dark Lord?

What's even more strange is that the principal actually agreed to the behavior of this little boy, even if she herself finds it difficult to accept, she can only pretend to close one eye.

The results of it?Look, he must have used the knowledge of these banned books to make such a big mess in the last semester. She would not believe that he was controlled by the Imperius Curse. She felt that the child in front of her was the one. The culprit.

But the principal still didn’t punish Malfoy too severely, or it’s not a punishment at all, and today he actually came here again, and it seemed that he was looking for something to do with herself, but she didn’t think she had any knowledge of those dark magics. , Let him ask for advice.

"Of course, Mrs. Pins." Malfoy smiled slightly, bowed, and then said, "I hope I can donate some books to the library. These are some precious books I collected during the holiday, no matter where I came from. It makes sense in all respects.” After that, Malfoy put forward a black box and placed it on the table. He stroked the palm with his palm on the top, and the box clicked, as if it had triggered some mechanism and opened it himself.

In theory, of course, Mrs. Pins hopes that the library has as many books as possible. She also hopes that the students at Hogwarts can acquire as much perfect knowledge as possible, but Malfoy’s impression of her is really bad. There was no sense of expectation in her heart.

Sure enough, when she saw a few large gilded words "Born and Noble, Genealogy of Wizards" on some broken pages, her brows were raised high.

To her surprise, it was not a good book, and it was a pure-blooded, noble book. In her opinion, it was nothing more than a group of old antiques boasting of nobleness.

"First of all, I have to see if there is any strange magic in these books." Mrs. Pins's smile narrowed, and she didn't look amiable just now. She didn't want any wicked books in her jurisdiction. Just like the riots last semester, didn't the principal just say what diary caused it?What if this kid has bad intentions?

There was the first time, she naturally had reason to believe the second time.

"Of course." Malfoy gestured with a smile, and reached out his hand in a please gesture.

This seems to be a series of books, Mrs. Pince randomly picked up one and opened it to read it.

"The noble and oldest Black family." These characters greeted Mrs. Pince's eyes, and she couldn't help laughing out loud, and her sunken cheeks couldn't help but produce some wrinkles.

But Blake’s last name reminded her of a few years ago, there were a few students who came to the library to study near the exam, and one of them seemed to have this surname. At that time, a very cute girl was helping them review. She is very beautiful, with long dark red hair and almond-shaped green eyes. This is one of the few students she can still remember more than ten years later. Gossip is a woman’s nature, and she inspects it. Shi couldn't help but take a few more glances at this small group. To her surprise, the two who seemed the best match were not lovers.

What is the man's name?Mrs. Pins started to remember as best he could, her deep concave eyes became a little blurred, Potter?She had a flash of inspiration and remembered the man's surname, but the same surname as Harry Potter.

He was not bad, but he was far behind that Black. She still remembered that when she first saw Black, she felt as if she was caught in her heart by something. She felt that if she was young again A few dozen years old, maybe he will fall in love with him at first sight.

Because he is too handsome, a little bit of arrogance has fascinated many girls even more, and she is no exception, but adults can always adjust themselves faster and will not be crazy like those little girls. , The mind faded quickly.

However, that shocking glance finally made her unforgettable, which is why her mood became complicated when she saw this surname.

Containing her mind, she continued to look down.

A heraldry jumped into her eyes. On the mountain-shaped symbol are two five-pointed stars, and underneath is a long sword. The whole constitutes a shield. On both sides of the shield are two leaping greyhounds. In the terminology: "Black, with the mountain shape between the two stars as the main body, one sword as the foundation, and silver. She knows that this should be the family crest of the Black family. These families like to make these symbolic things. Strengthen the sense of belonging and glory of future generations.

"Yeah.." She stared at the words in the book and began to mutter to herself, "Ciris Black, born in..." This is a family member who died young, so no more information was recorded. He died when he was eight years old.

Mrs. Pince’s gaze slid down, "Phineas Nigelus Black (1847-1926)" She remembered that this man had served as the headmaster of Hogwarts, but the reputation was not very good. However, just after she finished reading about the man's life, the person in the photo suddenly moved and looked at her with a mocking look, showing a slight sneer.

"It's just a small transformation magic," Malfoy explained. "It can make the readers have a deeper impression on these people, doesn't it."

"Oh." Mrs. Pins nodded noncommittal, expressionless, but the speed of her fingertips turned faster, and soon she saw a photo she wanted to see.

——Sirius Black

The dark gray eyes showed some sharp gazes, with the arrogance and indifference that no one would get close to. It would be more suitable to describe it with unsmiling words. This should be a photo of his youth, full of spirit, and has not been smoothed by Azkaban. His edges and sharpness.

"Well, these books should be okay and can be stored in the library." Mrs. Pince closed the books quickly, her tone still as cold as before, but Malfoy's results were unexpected.

People with non-negative EQs know how to perceive what they say. Malfoy, who thought he would be troubled, never expected that Mrs. Pince, who was not very pleasing to him, would let him get what he wanted so easily.

"Thank you then," Malfoy said politely.

This naturally saved him a lot of effort, and some of the preparatory work he had done to avoid making things difficult became useless.

"Maybe she's in a good mood these days." The green light all the way made him feel good. If Malfoy knew the real reason, he might be dumbfounded.

"Is there anything else?" Mrs. Pins asked, with a hint of impatience in her tone. I don't know if it was his own delusion. Malfoy felt that the librarian in front of him seemed to be rushing him away impatiently.

"Uh..." Malfoy groaned for a moment before saying, "It should be gone, but I still want to see these books fit on the shelf with my own eyes."

"Troublesome kid." Mrs. Pins whispered, "Then I have to find a relatively free bookshelf for it." She thought that the type of things like family tree should be closer to historical materials. She got up and took Malfoy to the rows of bookshelves, wandering around constantly, only to find a relatively free place.

"Just here." Mrs. Pins said blankly, looking at a bookshelf, which was empty, but covered with a little dust.

"Clean up." Malfoy immediately used a spell when he saw it, and the bookshelf immediately became tidy, which made Mrs. Pince's expressionless face show a trace of fluctuation. If Malfoy looked back, he would find The corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"This kid doesn't look so unpleasant." Malfoy wouldn't know that his unintentional action had slightly restored some of his image.

A person who stays at work for a long time will always develop some habits. For librarians, caring for books should be regarded as an occupational disease. What Mrs. Pins hates most is those students who don’t love books, Mal Fu's move changed her impression a lot.

"The Weasley family, the Malfoy family, the Avery family..." A family tree was placed on the shelf, and the books in the box became less and less.

When the last book was placed on the shelf, Malfoy clapped his hands and declared that he was done.

"Thank you for your wisdom, I believe that the students will be willing to know the glorious history of their family." Malfoy leaned slightly. These genealogies are not just a combination of names and birth and death years, but also include the main deeds of family members. Even the photos, etc., are more detailed than the records in the family. As for why such detailed information can be obtained, the factor of wealth is inevitable. Malfoy has spent a lot of energy on these dozens of books.

For example, finding a woman who was crazy about Black back then and buying back his photos at a high price.

Of course these are smoke bombs, and his real intentions are actually hidden in a book.

When he left, he turned his head and took a deep look at the neatly arranged books on the bookshelf, and thought: "The seeds have been planted. As for when to sprout, all that needs to be done is to wait." (To be continued. .)