Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"So, now you have a chance to change the status quo, Kreacher," Malfoy said in a bewitching tone. "The owner of the house, whom you don't see as a good one, has transferred the ownership of this house to me." Malfoy said softly, then took a piece of parchment from his arms and handed it to Kreacher.

"Kreacher can't believe it!" Kreacher took it with his trembling hands, and then slowly read it. As a house-elf who is proud of serving pure blood, literacy is also a must Content, because their masters cannot command them with words all the time.

"This is Master Black's handwriting! I can still feel the magic on the paper." Tears burst into Kreacher's bloodshot eyes. "Master is a prodigal! Oh, my poor mistress, if it were her. Knowing that the rebellious Master Black actually betrayed the glory of his ancestors, what would he say? How disappointed Kreacher and the mistress!"

"The young master sold his family's precious wealth in order to survive! It's just a shame, a shame!" Kreacher said sternly. Years of loneliness had already distorted his character and made it difficult for him to communicate.

"Quiet!" Malfoy yelled at Kreacher, and the house elf fell silent immediately, afraid to scream anymore.

"I, as your new owner, order you to clean this whole house immediately." Malfoy commanded hard, and he no longer had the idea of ​​being able to communicate with this house elf.

"Dobby, you go help him." Malfoy added.

"Yes, master." Dobby lowered his big head, almost touching the ground, and said respectfully.

Malfoy thought that the two house elves might have a common language.

But he miscalculated this time.

"Master Malfoy is the best host I have ever seen. He has always been tolerant and even paid Dobby!" Dobby and Kreacher walked side by side in the wide corridor, and the former looked proud Showing off the benefits Malfoy had given him.

"Disgusting, get out, shame!" It's just that Dobby's behavior didn't get even a little effect, but played the opposite effect. Kreacher looked at Dobby with disgust, and said with disgust: The shame of the elves, what do you think? Remuneration? If I have to do business with a similar person who is trying to get paid, am I going to fall into this situation in the future? Do you still have the consciousness of you as a servant?"

"Dobby is not a servant, Dobby is a free elf!" Dobby retorted immediately.

"Funny!" Kreacher's sharp and high-pitched voice mocked Dobby mercilessly.

Then the two house elves quarreled all the way to complete their task.

"It's too dark here." Malfoy said while looking at the dim surroundings, then waved his wand and made a rustling sound. Then a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall lit up, casting a dangling unreality The bright light shone on the peeling wallpaper and polished frayed carpet in the long, gloomy hallway.A spider-web-shaped chandelier above his head shimmered with dim light, and some portraits that were darkened by age were hung askew on the wall. The chandelier and the chandelier on the rickety table next to it were both It was shaped like a big snake.

"It's better now." Malfoy nodded in satisfaction, then said to Pansy: "Now if you regret it is too late, I will send you back."

"Well, it's not scary at all here." Pansy held on, keeping her voice as trembling as possible, but those strange and weird decorations always gave her a gloomy feeling, and she couldn't help feeling Afraid.

The two of them walked slowly in the long aisle, but even with the lights, a small accident happened.

"Ah!" Suddenly Pansy screamed in panic, as if he had encountered something extremely horrible, pushing his calf desperately, as if something was stuck on it.

"Uh...it’s just a sniffing paw that grabbed your leg. If I’m not mistaken, this should be a dead thing." Malfoy glanced casually, and the fluff on his paw lost its tenacity as the years passed. , Long pointed nails and claw tips tend to be pale white.

"Are all this family crazy?" Pansy breathed a sigh of relief, and then complained, "The paw of the beast is in the aisle in front of the hall?"

"Next year's magical creature protection class may learn about this creature." Malfoy snapped his fingers, then stared at Pansy and said, "This is a rodent that is naturally obsessed with gold and silver jewelry, looking for treasure. The sense of smell is extremely sensitive at the time. I guess the Black family members may be superstitious. Putting the claws of this kind of creature at home can make them rich."

"I think it's true that it caused bad luck." Pansy bitterly stepped on the paw that almost tripped her.

"Perhaps." Malfoy shook his head, and then reminded: "You take a few steps ahead, if you don't pay attention, you might trip over."

Pansy then noticed that there was an umbrella stand in front that looked like a giant monster's legs.

"The taste of this family is really strange." Pansy frowned and said, then walked sideways and carefully avoided the obstacle.

Nothing happened after that. Pansy carefully avoided all kinds of weird obstacles in the aisle, and Malfoy followed behind her, walking calmly, looking at it. You can see all kinds of valuable decorations everywhere, celebrity paintings and all kinds of magic table lamps that have been out of print for many years. If you take out anything from here, the history may be more than a hundred years.

Just as Malfoy used his own eyes to judge these antiques, Pansy's voice came from the front again.

"De, Draco, then, what are those?" With the help of the overhead light, Malfoy saw Pansy's shadow on the wall, and saw that she suddenly raised her arm and pointed to the wall in front of her and said in a crying voice.

"That's my most respectable predecessor!" Kreacher stood on the dark staircase, and suddenly stretched out his huge head from the railing, saying proudly.

Right in front of Pansy was a mottled wall. There were rows of wrinkled heads on the veneer on the wall. She clearly saw that these were creatures like Dobby and Kreacher. These were all domestic children. The heads of the elves all have the same ugly big nose.

A feeling of vomiting suddenly rose from Pansy’s stomach. This was the first time she saw such a disgusting and terrifying scene. The already somewhat decayed skull was facing her like this, with all kinds of huge eyes. Looking straight ahead, the expressions on those faces were filled with weird smiles and satisfaction.

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