Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

In the dimly lit room, several walls were covered with medieval-style adventure tapestries and portraits of Slytherin himself, almost covering the entire wall, and the green silk wall hangings were not satisfactory. Several small beds were covered in silver. Silk sheets and silver lanterns on the ceiling."Hunter" Net Ww W.ΔLieWen.Cc

Today, the Slytherin students here all left their dormitory because of Christmas, and now there is only one person and one rat left here.

"How is it? Are you down to the point of being scared out of your body by a dog bark?" Malfoy squatted down, looking at the big iron cage in front of him and said, what is extremely disproportionate is that this can at least pretend The next cage, the size of an adult man, now contains only a rat, curled up in the corner.

"Oh, look." Malfoy pretended to be surprised, and took out a piece of parchment from his arms, which was covered with fine maps and text, and shook it in front of the mouse. "Aren't you called Shaban? Why is Peter shown on this map?" Malfoy narrowed his eyes and said jokingly.

"It seems that Weasley is very good to you, and I gave you another name that is often used, right?" Malfoy said, tapping the big iron cage lightly with his hand, on the intact black iron rod. The black is extremely deep, almost exhausting all the surrounding light.

Shaban flees desperately following the shaking of the cage in horror. He feels that he is already in a catastrophe. When he sees the map, he understands everything, and no longer thinks about why he was dropped from the sky when he ran halfway. The cage was covered and strange.

"You are thinner than I thought. No matter how thin you are, the gap in the cage will not be able to contain you." Malfoy said, touching his chin.

"How about, haven't you been to Slytherin's dormitory? Is the smell here more familiar to you than Gryffindor's dormitory?" Malfoy stood up and opened his arms.

"But even betrayal, it's rare in our Slytherin College, and it's worth spurning on."

Every time Malfoy said a word, the more nervous and frightened Scabbard's heart became. The huge fear was like a giant python, and he could swallow him at any time. He even wanted to change back into a human form now, asking for mercy, but this cage It completely restricted the operation of the magic power in his body and made him unable to change back to his original appearance. Now he can only scream desperately, showing his anxiety and fear.

"Are you right? Peter Pettigrew? The less faithful servant of Lord Dark Lord?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows.

"It's also possible that you prefer the name Wormtail." Malfoy pretended to tilt his head and thought, as if he was really worried about what to call him.

Peter Pettigrew has now shrunk to the corner of the cage, shuddering, and his whole body has been erected, just like a hedgehog.On his pointed nose, those small black eyes rolled around in the deep concave eye sockets, seeming to be thinking of a way to get out.

"You must be curious now, right? Why did I know this secret." Malfoy said slowly, but the more pressing his tone, the deeper his eyes.

"My luck is very good." Malfoy continued. "The twin brothers of your current master gave me a very useful map." Malfoy sighed, "Bigfoot, tines, Wormtail , Moon face... When you were involved in making this map, did you think that one day you would be calculated by this map?"

Peter Pettigrew's trembling body gradually stopped.

"You should have been to Filch's office many times?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows. "I have a good relationship with him now, and he often complains to me that a rat disturbs him and puts his The soul of Mrs. Loris was gone."

"Want to get the map back? To escape Black's tracking?" Malfoy sneered."You are still so timid. You have never considered taking the initiative to solve problems. You will only escape. If you can't escape, you will choose to betray." Malfoy clapped his hands, but no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like you really appreciate it. .

"I should be able to answer your questions, why do you say I know this secret?"

"I'm thinking about what to do next." Malfoy used his wand to support his chin, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Do you think the dog and mouse fight is pretty?" Malfoy asked, and then he laughed: "I am looking forward to what you two will get in a cage." Malfoy's wand pointed at the bottom of his own bed. Dwarf Peter involuntarily followed the direction of his wand and looked over.

In an instant, he just felt that he had nowhere to go.

Playing a mouse for many years has taught him the ability of night vision. Under the pitch-black bed, he saw another cage, bigger than the one for him, and lying in it was a black dog he knew better. The fundamental reason why I behaved like this from the sky.

After finally stopping, the trembling body began to shudder uncontrollably.

He felt that in front of this boy, the unbearable secret hidden deep in his heart was like an onion that was peeled off piece by piece, naked being revealed.

He wondered if he would get his neck snapped immediately if he got along with Black in this state.

He was so terrified that he desperately scratched the hard floor with his paws, making a nasty noise, trying to leave marks on the ground.

"Perhaps you can take the same path as Blake." Malfoy ignored the manic actions that Peter Pettigrew had now lost his mind, and continued to say to himself: "I have a little bit of Veritaserum left here. , It's delicious, do you want to try it?" While taking out a small transparent bottle from his arms, there was about one-tenth of the liquid left in it.

Malfoy shook his head and sighed, and said with a finger: "His willpower is very tenacious. He deserves to be a man who has been tortured by dementors for more than ten years and has been able to maintain his sense. I poured him half of his talent. Start telling the truth."

Malfoy glanced at Peter contemptuously, then said, "You, one drop is enough, right?"

Peter finally knew how Malfoy learned the secrets about him.

But under the pressure of the fear of death, Peter Pettigrew's head began to fly, thinking about how he should beg for mercy in order to seek a chance to survive.

While he was thinking, a magic wand suddenly appeared in the gap of the iron rod of the cage, and a fierce blue-white light burst out from the tip, and his eyes had to be closed tightly by the great light.

There was a constant sharp scream in the mouse's small mouth.

His little black body twisted crazily on the floor, another dazzling flash, and then—it was like a quick shot of watching the growth of trees.A head appeared on the ground; his limbs also stretched out; after a while, a man stood on the spot where the mouse was just now, wringing his hands cringly, his whole body shaking like chaff, his squinted eyes could not help looking around. , Just didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of the boy in front of him.

"How long have you not taken a shower?" Malfoy's eyes were full of disgust, but he walked a few steps closer to the cage, and said in a brisk tone that was very different from the previous one: "But, I have to say, you are lucky. , Peter."

.........

Compared to Peter Pettigrew, who is lucky, Sirius Black's luck may not be so good.

Even a cunning fox can’t beat a good hunter, because the hunter is already invincible from the innate position. If the hunter does not catch the prey, there will be no serious consequences, but once the prey is caught, the final result can be imagined. know.

Time went back to earlier, during the vacation that Malfoy discussed with Fudge.

When Malfoy and Fudge finished their discussions, he braved the storm and returned to the castle, and got a surprise.

Filch happily ran over to inform him with his oil lamp, saying that the big black dog he wanted to catch had been caught, and then Filch took him to his room which was still dilapidated and flooded. Go to the office where the grilled fish tastes.

"Look, this one is right." Filch said proudly.

A cage was placed on his desk, and a big black dog was staring directly at them. It was hard to imagine a dog with such a focused expression.

It was the same iron cage, but compared to Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black had a much larger figure. There was no fear or panic in the black dog's eyes, but ferocity and indifference were revealed in the black dog's eyes."

Sometimes, asking for help appropriately will make the person helping you feel more satisfied and trust you more.

So Filch was asked by Malfoy. Malfoy said that a black dog has always appeared in the dormitories of various colleges recently, and it has always appeared at night. It was not a barking noise that disturbed their sleep.

This may be the first time Filch was asked by a student, and it gave him the first taste of being recognized.

So he treats this job more enthusiastically than Malfoy.

In addition, Malfoy often studied the route that Black took when he entered the school on the map of the live point, and found out the law of Black's movement.

With mental arithmetic and unintentional, the one who was able to escape Azkaban prison was so easily planted in an iron cage.

"How about handing him over to the principal?" Filch said excitedly, rubbing his hands.

"Then I guess Professor Dumbledore will let it go "tolerantly"." Malfoy shrugged.

"No, it took me so long to catch it." Filch shook his head quickly and refused. Almost all traps were set up in the school's secret road with Malfoy. Then he often went to patrol, and only today The dog caught his hand, and let it go so lightly that he couldn't accept it.

He raised his head and glanced at Mrs. Loris, whose whole body was hanging on the chandelier, and said with affection in his eyes: "It is because of this dog that its spirit has been languishing these days. Look, how pitiful she is. "Mrs. Loris immediately yawned lazily after hearing this.

"How about dog meat hot pot." Malfoy snapped his fingers.

"Can this food be eaten?" Filch stared at the cage and swallowed.

"Of course." Malfoy nodded, then made a few more polite words with Filch before finding an excuse to take the cage back.

But after that, he didn't return to his bedroom, but went up the long stairs and walked up to the eighth floor.

"I need a quiet place, I need a quiet place, I need a quiet place." Malfoy kept thinking, in front of him was a huge tapestry, a huge, ugly monster. He was beating the stupid Barnabas in front of him with a big stick, and Malfoy kept walking back and forth in the aisle, as if waiting for something.

A smooth door suddenly appeared from the wall.

"It's hidden here, isn't it?" Malfoy said, looking at the black dog in the cage.

In addition to opening the iron cage, Malfoy held the cage and pushed the door directly into the room. There was a bad smell of dust, which made him cough a few times.

"It's the first time here." Malfoy thought, leaving the cage on the ground casually, making a dull crash, and then began to look at it.

This is not so much a utility room, as it is a city with high walls...The streets and lanes are piled with crumbling furniture...There are thousands of books here, no doubt, Books that have been scribbled or stolen; there are winged slingshots and spiked flying saucers, some of which are still hovering feebly over the mountain of forbidden objects; some broken bottles contain solidified potions; and Hats, jewelry, cloaks...

House of All Requests.

"How about this place, isn't it?" Malfoy bent over to face Black in the cage."Absolute quietness and confidentiality allows me, a student at Hogwarts, to communicate with a fugitive from Azkaban with peace of mind."

"Introduce myself first. My name is Draco Malfoy. In terms of generation and blood relationship, I might still call you uncle. Oh, of course, it may be uncle. I have never been interested in these titles." Malfoy straightened up and introduced himself.

Blake's front paws slowly lifted and then dropped again, with a heavy snort, and those indifferent eyes kept looking at Malfoy.

"Oh, sorry, I seem to have forgotten something." Malfoy awakened as he said, then put his wand into the cage, and began to chant the spell, so the black dog in the cage followed the spell As he grew older, the black animal hair slowly faded, and Blake gradually revealed his angular face and tall and thin body.

Because of the latter, he had to curl up in the cage to get a foothold.(To be continued.)