Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"I'm alive." Pansy breathed the rare fresh air greedily, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile. If the boring air in this old house is let her breathe it down, Pansy feels like she is at any time May faint.

She slightly poked her head out of the window and looked down at the desolate scenery of the neighborhood downstairs.

Malfoy walked straight to an exquisite fireplace in front of the room. On the left and right of the fireplace were two gorgeous glass cabinets, and one wall was covered with a black family tree-shaped genealogy tapestry with pictures of branches and vines. Yes, it can be traced back to the Middle Ages.

Embroidered on the top of the tapestry are a few large characters: The noble and oldest Black family is always pure.

"Why does this blanket have so many holes? If this blanket is burned out in my house, it will be replaced in at most one day. It seems that all rumors that the Black family is rich are false." Pansy said Shi walked around behind Malfoy again, followed his gaze, saw the tapestry that had been burnt through several holes, tilted his head to one side, and said with a little disdain.

"To treat those traitors who betrayed the so-called "family glory", they chose to punish them by removing their names, first by erasing their names from the family tree." Malfoy said lightly.

"Really?" Pansy cast his gaze on the tapestry again and looked carefully.

"Oh, I see, Sirius Black must have been imprisoned in Azkaban, so his name is missing here, because people in the family think this is a shame." Pansy patted his hands gently. After a moment, she said in a sudden tone, this is the conclusion she came to after staring at the tapestry carefully for a few seconds.

"You may be right." Malfoy didn't want to explain more. It was unnecessary, and Pansy's inference was reasonable in a sense, so he was still prepared not to discourage Pansy's enthusiasm.

And Malfoy couldn't explain why he knew the so-called truth.

"Go back a bit, something weird may pop out next." Malfoy reminded Pansy behind him, he was about to open the two dirty glass cabinets at this time, and the Horcrux was probably hidden in them. .

Pansy took a few steps back when he heard the words, but still watched Malfoy's movements intently.

"Then be careful, Draco," Pansy reminded.

Sure enough, there were many strange magic items hidden inside. Malfoy dealt with them carefully. A silver snuff box seemed to have a life suddenly. He jumped from the partition, trying to bite his hand, and then he was caught A curse shattered into tiny silver crumbs, and at the same time a multi-legged tweezers-like silverware crawled up Malfoy’s arm swiftly, and went straight to his throat. He was quickly picked up by the magic wand in Malfoy's hand and flew straight out of the window.

"Why didn't there?" Malfoy's brows frowned, and the contents of the glass cabinet were unobstructed in front of his eyes. Except for the offensive objects that he had solved just now, only a lot of antiques remained. His seal, several long rusted daggers, animal claws, coiled snake skin, a decorative crystal bottle with an opal on it and blood in it.

The last thing that appeared in his eyes was a dusty music box.

Malfoy caught it in his hand and twisted the clockwork lightly, and then the ominous music of Ding Ding Dongdong began to faintly sound in the music box.

"De..." As soon as Pansy heard this sound, she felt sleepy, her eyes became dazzling, and then she yawned, her body began to shake, and finally she leaned back and fell behind her back. On the soft sofa, even Malfoy's name was not finished.

"You'd better get some sleep first." Malfoy said softly, looking at Pansy lying crookedly on the sofa with his eyes closed..

The process of destroying the Horcrux should be kept secret anyway, whether it is for your own or her safety.

Sometimes knowing too much is never a good thing.

Then Malfoy gently closed the lid of the music box, took off the earplugs in his ears, and threw them on the floor.

"Kreacher." Then Malfoy uttered the house elf's name softly.

Kreacher appeared in front of Malfoy with an explosive sound, holding a dark brush in his hand, dusted all over his body, and seemed to be cleaning.

"Master Malfoy, what do you want?" Kreacher asked respectfully, bowing.

It seems that he adapts quickly to the arrival of the new owner. If other wizards inherited this old mansion, it would be impossible to get Kreacher’s approval so quickly, but Malfoy and the Black family have a close relationship. He was also pure blood, and quickly gained Kreacher's loyalty.

"I order you, Kreacher, you went to a cave more than ten years ago and took a box from there. I ask you to give that box to me." Malfoy stated his purpose very directly. He suddenly realized that he didn't need to search everywhere like a headless fly. The house elf in front of him was a witness to all Regulus' actions, and he knew all the inside story.

You only need to give it a strong order to get the truth.

Regulus sacrificed himself, let Kreacher bring the Horcrux back, and ordered him to destroy the Horcrux.

But how can an ordinary house elf destroy this most evil?Maybe magic items that have been protected?

Therefore, the Horcrux that made Regulus sacrifice his life should be hidden somewhere in this house now, and Kreacher could not have known it.

"Master Regulus said that Kreacher can't tell any family...anyone in the family...anything that happened in the cave..." Kreacher heard Malfoy's order, and his eyes suddenly lost his look. Then he stammered, answering Malfoy's question with that low bullfrog voice.

It is resisting, resisting Malfoy's request, which is almost impossible for the house elves whose master's order is the highest law.

"I'm not a direct member of the Black family. What's more, Kreacher, you know, I am your new master, and the previous master's constraints on you should no longer restrict you." Malfoy's eyes fixed on Klee tightly. Che, not relaxing at all, he didn't want to push the poor house elf too hard, he could only start from the loopholes in Regulus' words.

Then Malfoy saw Kreacher’s eyes seemed to be in focus again, and his stiff body began to tremble, shaking, panting, and his shriveled chest rose and fell sharply with a blood-coagulated scream—

"Kreacher made a mistake, Kreacher failed to carry out the orders of the young master!" The terrible memory in the dust inside was released. Kreacher's expression fell into panic and regret, and its body suddenly moved, choosing Rushing to the poker standing by the fire, it wants to beat itself and punish itself for failing to complete the task assigned to it by Master Regulus!

"I order you to stop, Kreacher," Malfoy said slowly.

As the words fell, Kreacher fell straight on the cold floor, tears pouring from the sunken eye sockets.

"Give me that box, and I will fulfill his unfulfilled wish for Regulus." Malfoy walked to the floor where Kreach was lying, and said sincerely looking at Kreacher's hollow eyes.

"No, no, it's a horrible box. Kreacher can't murder the new owner." Kreacher still couldn't stop the tears in his eyes, shaking his head on the floor, running down his long nose. In his grinning mouth, one can see a mouthful of gray teeth.

"Horror?" Malfoy keenly grasped a word in Klee's incision and thought.

It is possible that Slytherin's locket has shown its power as a Horcrux to deceive people, perhaps because Kreacher is a house elf, different from ordinary wizards, and escaped.

"I repeat, I order you to give me that box." Malfoy said slowly, but what was hidden in his tone was a firmness that couldn't be denied.

"That box is hidden where Kreacher usually sleeps!" Kreacher suddenly started screaming, and a wheelie stood up from the stone floor and rushed downstairs.

"The basement?" Malfoy didn't have time to think about it. Why did he miss it after he had already checked it in more detail?He followed Kreacher all the way downstairs.

"So that's it." Soon, Malfoy followed Kreacher's footsteps to the basement where Kreacher had just turned around with Pansy, and then watched Kreacher rush over and open the cupboard.

There was a sink in it, and underneath it was a hole with traces of oil stains and a few dead bugs lying there.

"This is where Kreacher usually sleeps." Kreacher's expression was full of pride at this time, as if it was the place where he lived. The simpler and filthy, the more proud he was.

"But Kreacher is still unwilling to let the new owner get this box. This box is something from the Dark Lord. It's too evil and too cruel. Master Regulus did it for it..." Kreacher said. Sadness began to surge again, and the voice began to twitch again.

Malfoy ignored him, and whispered, "Dobby." He called the house elf he had brought from his home.

"Dobby is always ready to be sent by the young master." I have to say that the house elves are very good at apparitions. Only a moment later, Dobby came to Malfoy and bent his waist. , Saluted.

"Look at him," Malfoy said, staring at Dobby, pointing a finger at Kreacher.

"The sword is flying!" Then Malfoy raised his wand and chanted a spell. He saw that Gryffindor's sword went straight through the door and flew to his hand. If anyone was there, watch carefully and you would find the tip of the sword. Quenched with a touch of black liquid.

At this moment the box had been picked up by Kreacher from the hole and rolled onto the dusty ground.

Malfoy stared at the locket in front of him. The box was inlaid with a faint green python-like gem, which was placed in an "S" shape, with strange patterns all over the body. It was spitting out the letter and opening. With its big mouth, as if it had seen food, it rushed to prepare to prey at any time. Around the green gems, it was engraved with astrological symbols and visual orientation notation.

These symbols are related to the astrological knowledge of the measurement of the relative angles of planets and the relationship between them.

"That's you." Malfoy nodded confidently, and then stopped hesitating, and proceeded to destroy the Horcruxes. The night was long and dreamy, but later it changed.

As if feeling the danger, the contents of the locket rustled like a cockroach in the cage, as if seeking sympathy from others, and then the small golden cover of the locket popped open with a click.

Behind the two small glass windows, there was a live eye blinking. It was black and bright, like Tom Riddle’s eyeballs. Malfoy had some impression of this, but then the eyes narrowed again, from the quiet. The bright black became bloody red.

"What do you want? I can satisfy you!" His hissing voice kept coming from the locket.

Malfoy was unmoved.

With a "clank" sound, Gryffindor's sword was swung high, and then fell quickly, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and then the tip of the sword passed through the pair of evil eyes with incomparable precision. Plunged in.

Clean and neat!

As usual, Horcrux still spontaneously displays its magical powers to the people around it, to seduce them, hoping that someone can take the bait and provide him with resurrection energy.

But Malfoy, who had destroyed multiple Horcruxes, was not at all shaken by the bewitching sound like a magic sound, or that so far, his desire had not reached the point where the Horcruxes were aroused.

In a sense, Voldemort’s crisis awareness is too strong. His vision has made him fear death since he was a teenager. But that was the most energetic and energetic stage of mankind, but he still started. It was incredible to embark on his longevity plan.

Even if the ancient kings later became superstitious in alchemy, most of them had reached the age of knowing the fate of heaven, tasted and felt the terrible power of time, and then began to pursue the almost impossible ray of light-longevity.

"It's a pointless temptation." Malfoy stared at the already broken locket.He laughed contemptuously and shook his head.

At this moment, the colored silk lining of the locket emits light smoke, which symbolizes the complete destruction of this Horcrux.

No matter how evil the Horcruxes are, they are only a part of a person's soul appendages, and the temptations are those things-wealth, power, and power.

But these things are often only attractive to those who lack them.

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