Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Remove this thing, hurry up!" The portrait in the frame screamed, which made it feel instinctive fear. Who made the components of the portrait be flammable.Eight?? One Chinese Network ≤≤≤

"You are here to feed your broken bird again. One day I will complain, saying that your behavior will cause damage to the principal's office at Hogwarts! And disrespect the portraits of the principals!" Phineas was angry Extremely, but helpless, because he is just a portrait now, and he can't do much other than spread the letter.

This is one of the costs of seemingly "eternal life".

Fox, who was curled up on the perch, saw the flames, and his lazy eyes immediately became energetic. It immediately stretched out its wings and rushed towards its food. The flames were not too big. It swallowed the whole ball with a slight mouth, then exhaled some smoke-like gray gas, and belched a full.He flew back to the shelf, squinted and fell asleep.

"I didn't have this kind of pets when I was in power." Phineas said with a sour face at the moment, and then changed his expression from his previous casualness, "Dumbledore, have you had it these days? .."

"If you are asking your offspring, he secretly invaded Hogwarts not long ago and made the school jumpy." Dumbledore seemed to know the question he wanted to ask in advance. Gave the answer.

"I have said many times that it is impossible for the Black family to have a gangster, and my younger generation will not have a traitor. His escape from prison means that he is innocent. The Black family members will never escape after making a mistake!" Phineas said loudly It is difficult to imagine how a painting can be so full of air.

Even if Black announced that he had broken away from his family, he was still a slightly rebellious offspring in the eyes of the old man.

"If, I mean, if, if he can be caught by me or another teacher, then in Wiesengamau, I will let him receive a fair trial." Dumbledore was not innocent of Sirius. I don’t want to express my opinion. Although his instinct tells him that it was a bit tricky, he captured Sirius without trial and invested in Azkaban. He himself has some doubts, but if Sirius is really Innocent, how to explain his crazy laughter and the twelve-year life of Azkaban when he was born.

At least so far, there is still no reason to persuade him, why has an innocent person never avenged him?

"Dumbledore..." Phineas still wanted to continue arguing about this issue, but he immediately stopped, showing a playful smile: "The junior I admire is here, how about letting him in? ?"

There was a knock on the door.

"It is rare for an educator to refuse a meeting requested by a student." Dumbledore said after looking at the portrait, and then said in a broad voice to the door, "The password is milk fudge, please come in."

The door was opened, and Malfoy quickly walked around the fine, hazy silverware, and came directly to Dumbledore's desk.

"Son, have you encountered any problems?" Dumbledore asked kindly, just like facing any ordinary student, but the dark tide gradually surged in his heart.

He now clearly knows that the student in front of him is full of guard against him. Compared with most students, he has shown ordinary learning ability and mind.

He didn't expect a student to learn Occlumency in the first grade.

This is also one of the main reasons why he miscalculated.

A misunderstanding may have caused an undesirable feeling.

Except for the accident last year when he was in a hurry, Dumbledore had not actively probed the memory of any student.

When I first met this little guy, I just wanted to know about the inner thoughts of this kid at that time.

After all, Malfoy took the Sorcerer's Stone away. In any case, he needs to know something deeper. He will not probe the memory of an ordinary student at will. Since the students respect him as the principal, he naturally does Be worthy of that trust.

He just hopes to get some representations that symbolize emotions.Now he is still thinking, if he could pay more attention to Tom Riddle and detect his hatred and greed, whether all of this would not happen.

However, he didn't intend to probe deeper, but he was violently countered, and without psychological preparation, he was actually affected by a phantom.

No one can remain calm after seeing their own death.

Even if he is Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard today or in history.

Of course, he trusted Snape as always, believing that it was just an illusion, even if the scene seemed irrefutable.

As for now, Dumbledore began to trust the boy in front of him more.

Because not long ago, he saw Pansy's patron saint on the court, which surprised him inexplicably.

This is the best proof that the students who stayed with him have gradually changed, and it is a good direction. Otherwise, due to the influence of the female student's family background and parents, the patron saint curse may not have any relationship with her for a lifetime.

And as early as last year’s secret room incident, Malfoy proved his position. The words Malfoy said before he fell into a coma made him entangled for a long time. Finally, he vaguely guessed the boy’s intentions and decided to go against his own. in principle.

Everyone hates lies, but sometimes this is an essential method.

As for now, he can only try his best to make up for the relationship between the two. He can't be too enthusiastic, which will cause the suspicion of the student in front of him. What he can do is to treat the student with a normal heart, and let the cracks disappear under the effect of time. .

Unfortunately, his normal heart did not last long.

"I can solve the problem of those dementors," Malfoy said slowly, but what he said was shocking.

"Huh?" Dumbledore's silver eyebrows raised high, as if he had heard something surprising, of course this thing itself was indeed worthy of surprise.

The fingertips of his hands faced each other and he was lost in thought.

After a while, he helped his half-moon lens and said, "You can always surprise me, Draco, then, can you tell me how? And what do I need to do?"

Malfoy was about to speak, but was interrupted by Dumbledore’s smiling words: "Yes, don’t tell me that I was going to serve the Dementor’s Lair myself, so maybe it’s from the Daily Prophet tomorrow. The headline is not that the dementors disappeared collectively, but that my old man is unemployed."

"Not to mention that it's too tiring. There are so many dementors in Azkaban. Can you be considerate of the old man, right?" Dumbledore now tries his best to make his expression serious, making him joking just now. More comedy.

Sometimes the childlike innocence is not waned, which is really not a commendatory term.

"I'm talking about solving the Dementor's problem, not the Dementor itself." Malfoy's eyes narrowed. He knew that the old man whose mental age had suddenly dropped was joking with him, but he still couldn't bear it. Explaining with temperament, satisfying his evil taste.

Dumbledore was a necessary link for him to solve the dementors, and it was also his own action to make a stand.

"If you are really willing to help me, then in the next time, your identity will temporarily become a bodyguard, a witness, and an Auror, yes, and my supervisor, if you don't trust me. "

"That's a great honor!" Dumbledore blinked and said happily, ignoring Malfoy's somewhat dissatisfied words.

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Fallen streets, dirty streets.Bustling streets, noisy streets.

The night is like water, the orange lights are intertwined with the greasy powdery air, exuding an ambiguous breath, and the neon colors of the hotels on both sides of the street are dazzling.This is a paradise for the rich. Whether they are rich, in power, decadent, or sloppy, they can choose this street to spend their boring time and comfort their emptiness.

Under the glamour, what is covering up is sin and cruelty.

The gangsters, the fire union.woman,.

Deeper in a certain hotel, there may be more difficult to imagine power and money transactions.

Compared with the feasting and feasting of these golden caves, the desolation and decline of other nearby blocks is even more ironic.

More people who are struggling with food and clothing can only do the most humble work and even illegal activities to maintain their lives, stealing, pimping and even more sinful ways to maintain their livelihoods.

Who can see the darkness under the bustling city?

Today, this street that never sleeps seems to usher in a strange guest.

Because he is a little young.

"Little brother, this is not where you should be." A girl with heavy makeup and bright makeup greeted her, dressed extremely revealing. If she wanted to, she could see a touch of whiteness on her chest at any time.

Malfoy did not squint, just walked forward on his own.

"Ah, she's pretty handsome, I can't tell." The girl got closer, her eyes looked up carefully. The pale gold, gray pupils, and slightly thin cheeks are all in line with the public's aesthetics. The clothes that don't look cheap and the long figure made her heart moved.

It shouldn’t be a problem to try small fresh meat?Even if he didn't pay, he earned it by himself, and it seemed that the boy was very temperamental, and he might still be a fat sheep.

Thinking of this, her eyes narrowed, revealing a usual slutty smile, fiddled with her somewhat rustic gold earrings, and prepared to show her soliciting tactics to the underage boy.

"Oh oh oh, you can really talk, how about I call you sweetheart?"

"Big sister will take you to do many interesting things."

The passers-by looked blankly at the woman who was so provocative at a street lamp, but when they were surprised, they felt a bit interesting and couldn't help applauding.

"Now the competition among street girls is too fierce. They actually force them to practice soliciting in front of street lights, but this spirit is still very dedicated." This is the inner thought of the masses.

It took about a few more minutes before the woman woke up from her intoxicated look. Looking at the crowd of onlookers, her face was blue and red.

Was she stunned just now?To the street lamp?

Now she can clearly see that above her head is a somewhat old street lamp, with an orange halo on it, shining straight on her face, and the gentle tone now she feels particularly dazzling .

Apart from sadness, the pungent side is revealed again.

"Why don't you look at it, aren't many of them in the street?" The woman said viciously, but shocked the group of people on the street.

Malfoy never thought that his random obfuscation spell would bring so many episodes, but even if he knew it, he wouldn't care.

He now has more important things to do.

For example, going to an appointment.

Walking through the feasting streets and prosperous neighborhoods, there are strips of desolate areas. Abandoned factories and old buildings all show the dilapidation and desolation of this place, especially in contrast to the dim lights not far away Strong, it brings a kind of abnormal sense of violation.

Malfoy stood in front of a building seemingly casually, stopped his footsteps, then walked slowly to the top of the stairs, stepping up the stairs, his goal was the top floor.

"You are here." In the corridor, outside the iron gate stood a tall and thin old man. His silver long and beard looked particularly dazzling in the dim environment. The old man was looking at him with a complicated expression.

"No one escaped, right?" Malfoy asked.

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded slightly, looking calm.

But this is only the surface. It has been a long time since his heart made waves that caused a huge wave like today. The last time his heart fluctuated so much, perhaps it was because Voldemort had not completely died.

Today, he and this student have done too many horrifying things.

For example, he became a witness once.

As a respected predecessor in the wizarding world, he has witnessed many oaths. The wizards used various spells to constrain the actions of both parties and reached an agreement. He was an oath-sworn and too many witnesses, but not long ago. The testimony made him feel cold.

"I can promise to provide endless food and habitat for your tribe. Can you guarantee that restraining your tribe will not deal with Muggles or wizards except the food I provide?"

"I............I wish............" In the dimly lit room, Malfoy was standing in the empty center, while a dementor was floating on the opposite side. The same hood, cloak, crusted palms, and the cold and cold breath that exudes anytime and anywhere. The difference is that his figure is larger than other dementors. After listening to the first vow Afterwards, it slowly uttered a word in response, and did not know where his voice came from, because he had no facial features, the only thing he knew was that his voice was full of emptiness and nothingness, echoing throughout the room.

Dumbledore also stood beside them and watched silently, without saying a word.(To be continued.)