Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"You really are not wronged. Hunting" Δ Wen Wang Ww ΔW. "Lie Wen. Cc" Malfoy looked at Blake silently, and couldn't help thinking.

Years of prison life has given Blake's face a lot of traces of years, but his handsome appearance has not changed because of this. On the contrary, it has added a bit of maturity that has been exhausted by the vicissitudes of life. The decadence between his brows and eyes has also changed. It has become a very lethal weapon against young girls who have not been involved in the world.

"Being the protagonist of BL for so many years has really hurt you." Malfoy thought so, and silently sympathized with himself.

"In the next year, imprison p1ay, uncle and nephew taboo, if there is a rotten girl next to me, will she have a nosebleed with excitement?" He couldn't help but shudder for a moment when he thought of this, as if he was back in the past and was caught in the world. In the time when Levin crushed the Three Views.

"Tucao ends here, now it's time to do business." He then adjusted his mentality and prepared to talk about business.

"Your trap is much stronger than Azkaban's." Black suddenly spoke, and said lightly, without any anger after being arrested. This was also the first sentence he said after he became a human form.

"Thanks for the compliment." Malfoy smiled.

"I'm already disconnected from that family, so you don't need to treat me as a grown-up." Blake stared at Malfoy scorchingly.

"But for what I need your help next, you have to admit that you are a member of the Black family to do it." Malfoy shook his head gently.

"I have no obligation to help you." A cold voice came from the cage.

"Should a respectable elder not lend a helping hand when the junior needs help?"

"Then this junior must be polite at least." Black's voice became colder.

"Then I can only ask you to forgive my unreasonable junior for the time being. After all, I still have to confirm the truth now. Before that, you were still a fugitive in my eyes."

"The truth?" Blake's unshaven face suddenly showed a puzzled look, and it was only then that he remembered that the information that he is Animagus is only known by his best friends.

"Did that mouse tell you? Or, Lupin?" A flame suddenly rose in Black's eyes.

"You already have the answer in your heart?" Malfoy tapped the cage with his wand, and replied casually.

"Where is Peter?" Blake's eyes were about to breathe fire, and he was still calm just now. After thinking of the name, he couldn't hold himself any more. His hands were immediately clenched, and then his whole body became tight and he was haggard. On the thin face, emotions of regret and hatred are constantly intertwined.

"Kill him for me, even if you want my life, I will give it to you." Black jumped forward, holding the iron tightly with his hands and shaking it constantly, feeling very excited.

"What do I want your life for? My respected elder." Malfoy shook his head, looking at the excited Black and said, "Even if the dementors are gone now, I still wouldn't want to go to Azka. Class stays, that's not the place where normal people stay, are you right?"

Blake still wanted to speak, but he didn’t find a chance, so he was interrupted by Malfoy’s next words, "I want wealth, more wealth, you should be the only heir to the Blake family?" Malfoy handed to Blake. An unspoken look passed.

"Oh, that's the case." Black retreated to the corner of the cage, muttering to himself, and couldn't help but sneer. This fits his deep memory of his family's relatives.

Passionate about wealth and power, if he remembers correctly, the boy's father was also Voldemort's.

"Actually, my family is not short of money." Malfoy waved his wand at random. "It's just that my father is interested in some antiques with ancient history. It would be great if there is another house. ."

"For example, the home of the glorious history and glory of the Black family, 12 Grimmauld Place." Malfoy bent down and stared at Black.

"Hahahaha." Black began to laugh wildly, showing his neat teeth, "You are an outsider who knows better than me." Only deep disdain was hidden under that smile.

Family glory?Can you help him kill that traitor?Can Lily and James come back to life?

"Paper and pen are coming!" With a flying curse, a blank piece of parchment and quill flew over Malfoy's wooden table so straight from the air, into his hand.

Then Malfoy threw the two into the air, and the quill automatically began to write on the white paper.

Blake reduced his smile, only staring silently at the parchment that was being written on.

"You don't mind writing a transfer agreement? Just sign your name." Malfoy asked politely. "In exchange, I will help you." He added, grabbing into the air with one hand. In the past, he caught the parchment that was already full, glanced at it casually, and handed it to the cage.

Blake took a deep look at Malfoy and wrote his name on it without hesitation.

He has no choice at this time.

What's more, in his opinion, exchanging something he doesn't care about for a tiny possibility is a matter without hesitation.

"Thank you for your generosity." Malfoy leaned forward and took the parchment.

"But have you thought about it?" Malfoy said suddenly, his tone changed, with a little joke.

"I know, you definitely didn't have time to think about these things slowly when you escaped from Azkaban." A smile hung over Malfoy's mouth.

"Your immediate family should be gone, right? Of course, this question may be a bit disrespectful." He said.

Before Blake nodded and admitted, Malfoy spoke again, "If this is the case, then I immediately thought of a better solution." As if inspiration came, Malfoy snapped his fingers.

"If I kill you, then count, except for immediate family members, whose hands should all of the Black family's property go to? Especially if you don't have a will." His words murmured like a demon, underlining. A shocking fact came out below.

"I'm so stupid. I didn't use such a simple method, yet I spent so much time talking to you." Malfoy shook his head in annoyance.

"So, my dear elders, are you ready for death now?"

Blake looked at him expressionlessly, showing no trace of fear for the possibility of death.

"Well, I just want to make a little joke." Malfoy shrugged. "But unfortunately it didn't get the results I hoped.

Blake still didn't say a word. After he signed the word, it was almost as if he had missed a spell. There was no more sound. No matter what he heard, his mood did not fluctuate.

Even the possible escape just now.

"However, I still have to say one last thing. The taste of power is much better than having wealth. When you have the former, the latter will follow you, but if you only have the latter, it is just a castle in the air, which will collapse at any time."

"All, sorry, Mr. Black." Malfoy stretched out his wand, and a dazzling light came from the tip of the wand. It hit Black straight, knocking him to the ground without any resistance.