Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

I have to say that Apparition is a very wonderful experience. It feels like squeezing his whole body through a very narrow rubber pipe. The powerful force from all directions squeezes his body, originally Malfoy’s The choice is Floo powder or a car, but the experience of the two is not necessarily much stronger than the Phantom Shift. The former will make you feel ashamed and the throat and nasal cavity will be full of soot, while the latter will consume a lot of money. Time may be bumpy even when encountering poorly skilled drivers.

It just so happened that Malfoy also needed some more practice on this spell, so he chose to Apparate.

This is also the maximum distance that Malfoy can use Phantom Shift to move. He has tried short-distance Phantom Shift many times on his own. Taking this opportunity to improve his proficiency is also a good choice.

As for the heald problem, one mistake is enough. It is not Malfoy's habit to fall in the same place. Since the wand confiscation incident, he has solved the heald problem.

After taking a few breaths, he calmed down his beating heart and dizzy brain. Malfoy looked around. At this moment, he was standing on a small square. In the middle of the square was a messy and barren grass. Most of the houses on the side have their curtains tightened to avoid others' prying eyes.

It was the moment when the sun was shining brightly, and the dazzling sunlight passed through the thin clouds, coating the nearby old buildings with a faint gold.

Walking along the wide and deserted streets, Malfoy looked at the surrounding houses. Most of them were dilapidated and neglected to repair. Almost every door of each house was filled with all kinds of garbage, and many of the doors of the house were engraved. Lots of strange graffiti.

"It's really desolate." Malfoy looked at the surrounding scenery and sighed. "Where did Dobby go? Didn't you tell him to wait here?" Malfoy frowned as he moved on. As he walked, he continued to scan the street with his eyes.

An opened light pink parasol suddenly broke into his eyes. The person under the umbrella was looking at him condescendingly. It was a girl that Malfoy could not know well enough. The two looked at each other and the girl replaced it. Grinning expression.

Today Pansy wears a light white pleated dress with a light pink domed linen sunhat on her head, and a delicate handmade flower embroidered on it. She usually wears a uniform in school. In a magical wizard robe, Pansy will naturally not give up the opportunity to dress up when it is rare to encounter holidays.

Malfoy looked at this girl who was almost pretending to be traveling, and almost immediately guessed that Narcissa had caused the ghost, and he suddenly understood why she had to force herself to stay at home for one more day, just to "tell the news."

Narcissa was especially concerned about the matchmaking. Only in the short few days of the holiday, she didn't know how many times she had hit the question.

"Oh, it looks like I went wrong." Malfoy pretended not to see her, then looked at the house in front of him perfunctorily, muttering to himself, the volume was just right for Pansy to hear, and then turned around. Go in the opposite direction.

"Draco, where are you going!" Pansy panicked when he saw Malfoy turn around and left. She immediately wanted to follow, but forgot that she was standing on the top of the stone steps and stepped on the air. , The body lost control of the balance and was about to fall.

"Ah!" Pansy's throat let out a panic and sharp shout, her left hand was still pulling a black suitcase, and her right hand was holding an umbrella. Both hands that could maintain balance were occupied, making her face suddenly lost. color.

Just when Pansy thought she would just fall down the steps like this, a gentle force suddenly supported her and made her feel at ease. Slowly touched her feet with the ground, and then stood firm.

"I knew you wouldn't pretend you didn't see it, Draco." At this moment Pansy had returned to the flat ground, looking at Malfoy with an innocent look.

"I'm not here on vacation, Pansy." Malfoy knew he couldn't pretend to be stupid anymore, so he could only say to Pansy in a serious tone as much as possible, hoping that she could retreat from the difficulties, but even Malfoy himself knew that this was impossible.

This girl, sometimes always shows the stubbornness that doesn't fit her age.

Sure enough, Pansy's eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist at this time, and he looked at Malfoy with a pitiful look and said, "I ran away from home this time. You will definitely take me in, right?"

Tears are always a big killer for women, but Malfoy is already immune. He has enough experience to tell when it is fake cry and when it is true cry.

"Really?" Malfoy looked at Pansy with suspicion, and then suddenly heard the flapping sound of wings behind him, and an owl flew straight toward them both.

"I think the owls in your house are all of this breed." Malfoy glanced at the owl, then at Pansy, then said.

This is a short-eared owl with a short stature and not suitable for transporting bulky items. As expected, only a letter was tied to its paws. Malfoy took the letter from the paws and stretched out his hand. Just let the owl fly back into the sky.

"Don't look!" Pansy hurriedly reached out to grab the letter, but Malfoy held the letter high, and then opened it again. He just looked up and read the letter. Her height disadvantage made her suffer. The goal is difficult to achieve.

"Are you sure you are running away from home?" Malfoy scanned the contents of the letter with a glance, which made him a little bit dumbfounded.

"Forget it, how can you agree if you don't say it's miserable?" Pansy lowered his head, looked at the stone ground under his feet, repeatedly padded his toes and relaxed, doing mechanically repeated movements.

Malfoy didn’t know what to say now. He expected this to be a letter from Pansy’s father, who urged her to go back. The result was only half right. The identity was right, but the main idea in the letter was Please take care of Pansy from Malfoy.

"Your father is really relieved of me." Malfoy looked at Pansy, his heart was a little broken, and his heart was compared. If he became a father, he would never let this happen.

Before Malfoy could continue to think about it, he felt his heel hit hard. He turned his head and saw that there was no one behind him. Until he lowered his head, he saw Dobby right behind him. He shuddered, holding an envelope in his hand.

"Dobby is late! Master Malfoy, please forgive me!" Dobby said nervously, his ugly brown-red face, the strangely large brown eyes showing fear, and the big tomato-like nose could not help but shrink. stand up.

But Dobby still tried his best to restrain his emotions, and then stretched out his still trembling hand, "This is the letter Madam wants me to give you."

Pansy looked like he saw a savior, and immediately raised his head again, watching Malfoy's next performance expectantly.

"Huh!" Malfoy didn't even have the patience to open this letter, and it ignited directly. The whole letter burned into a fireball with a bang, and then burned out quickly. A breeze happened to blow Blow away the ashes.

Pansy's face turned pale again, and the rescuer she had finally hoped for was dismissed.

Before she even wanted to speak, Dobby started screaming: "Master Malfoy burned his wife's letter, Master Malfoy burned his wife's letter, Dobby's sorry for Madam's entrustment, Dobby's sorry for Madam's entrustment, Dobby is going to punish himself!" Then he slammed up the steps.

"I order you to immediately stop the act of self-harm, Dobby," Malfoy said casually, and then Pansy saw Dobby stop his charge abruptly.

"But Dobby made a mistake." Dobby Tear turned around immediately and looked at Malfoy tearfully with those big eyes.

"It's only because I completely guessed what my mother wrote in the letter. It has nothing to do with you." Malfoy was also helpless to this kind of self-harming creature, this is still a little elf chasing freedom. , There are some other pursuits, if it is other, I don't even dare to think about what will happen next.

"As for you." Malfoy's gaze stopped at Pansy at this time. The imposing gap between the two was like a judge and a prisoner. Pansy was the one who was waiting to let go.

Looking at Pansy's pitiful appearance, even knowing that Jiucheng was pretending, Malfoy was still cruel.

I had to sigh: "You won."

Sure enough, Pansy's sad expression disappeared as soon as he heard Malfoy still indulged in him, revealing a cheerful look, and a bright smile bloomed on his small face.

"But." Malfoy continued: "You can't touch things after you enter..." Now that he accepted this reality, Malfoy could only start to talk to Pansy about what she should pay attention to, looking at Pansy's joyful smile. Malfoy also felt a slight fluctuation in his heart: "Maybe it's not bad," Malfoy said to himself.

Then the two climbed the stone steps again, step by step.

"What's in your luggage?" Malfoy only felt that the black box was very heavy, and asked curiously.

"Eat and use." Pansy replied of course.

As the two of them were talking, they had already stood at the top of the steps and came to Grimmauld Place 12. In front of this room was a dilapidated gate. The black paint on it might be peeling off because of time. Full of scratches on the left and one on the right.The silver door knocker is in the shape of a large snake.There is no keyhole on the door, and no mailbox.

The current ancestral home of the Black family has not been under the protection curse, so it has not been hidden. Those curses are only for Muggles.

Malfoy drew out his wand and knocked on the door, making some dull noises. He was about to use magic to open it forcibly, but suddenly heard a loud sound of metal parts colliding and rattling like a chain. The door responded. And open.

Then Pansy and Malfoy took advantage of the light outside the door and saw a house elf standing in front of them. Even though Dobby looked ugly enough, Pansy felt that the house elf in front of them was even bigger than Dobby. It's a hundred times ugly.

Except for a dirty rag around his waist, this house elf is almost naked, with a bald head, a lot of white hair growing from his two big bat-like ears, and his eyes are bloodshot, gray and fleshy. Hu's nose is big.

He looked very old.

"For the first time I think Dobby is very handsome." Pansy said to Malfoy in a low voice.

Before Malfoy could return to Pansy, Dobby rolled on the ground with excitement, saying: "Dobby is praised! Dobby is praised!"

Malfoy has no time to care about Dolby. He is now carefully looking at the house elf in front of him. There is no doubt that the elf who will appear in Black's ancestral house will only be Kreacher.

"Sure enough, there are guests." Kreacher bent over and said in his husky, low, bullfrog-like voice, and his bloodshot eyes looked straight at the two people in front of him.

"It's all noble pure blood." Kreacher's spirit was lifted up, his eyes were full of zeal, and he muttered to himself."My distinguished guest, may I ask your name?" Kreacher seemed to have thought of something at this moment. He ricketed his back and straightened up, and then bowed to the two in a standard noble manner.

"My last master is gone. The last heir of the Black family has disappeared. So, please bear with being entertained by a lowly house-elf. Allow me to introduce myself. You can call me Kreacher. "Kreacher continued, looking sad.

"My name is Draco Malfoy, and my mother is also a member of the Black family, so strictly speaking, I am not a guest." Malfoy squatted down and tried to talk to Kreacher at the same height. Looking up at the house elf in front of him.

"Are you the son of Miss Sissy!" Kreacher asked tentatively.The already huge eyes swelled again, as if they would bulge out at any time.

"Yes." Malfoy nodded. The house elves are very sensitive to this aspect. They naturally have a set of means to distinguish the so-called blood line. This may also be the instinct engraved in their blood.

"She is the only member of the Black family that Kreacher still maintains respect!" Kreacher said excitedly, "That's the real aristocracy. It's a pity. If she inherited the Black family, it would be great, then The past glory of the Black family will surely radiate its due brilliance under her leadership! Instead of being corrupted by a scum that should be nailed to the pillar of shame!" Kreacher yelled in an unusually shrill voice, the more Speaking of the latter, his expression became more and more excited.

"Master Black is a nasty, ungrateful, nasty, and broke his mother's heart--" Kreacher continued to mutter to himself nervously, thinking of his former master, Pansy looked at him as if he was treating someone madman.He flinched and took a few steps back.

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