Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"The head hurts." Pansy woke up from her sleep and murmured unconsciously. Then she found herself sleeping on a soft leather sofa covered with a pink flannel blanket. She hurriedly used her hands. Lining up his body, straightening up, looking around, and then saw the pale golden sunset sprinkle on the blue-black floor through the window, and the luxurious carpet was spread around the sofa where he was.

"Draco!" she yelled hurriedly, leaving Malfoy abandoning her and leaving.

"Are you awake?" Malfoy was now cleaning a tall bookcase in the living room with his toes slightly on his toes. The glass on it was broken, revealing a few gaps, so he needed to use magic The broken positions were partially enlarged, allowing the gap to close, but seeing Pansy waking up, he stopped working.

"I have to say that I was careless, this music box was magically cast, but fortunately it was just a little hypnotic." Malfoy said, taking out the music box just now from his arms and handing it to Pansy.

"I'm sorry, I was also recruited." Malfoy said helplessly to Pansy, "but you are lucky. There is a sofa behind you, so you shouldn't have fallen over."

"But I woke up earlier, and I couldn't bear to call you when I saw your drool in your sleep." Malfoy stared at Pansy, teasing.

"What?" Pansy heard these words and hurriedly put down the box, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then his face became red again, and the blush spread directly to the base of his ears.

"You lied to me!" Pansy said angrily when he realized that he had been fooled again.

"Then as compensation, I'd better let you drool when you see the delicious food. Now you can save a little bit. Although it's relatively desolate here, there are still a few restaurants in other directions." Malfoy Shrugged, then pointed to the setting sun outside the window, "Let's go, the lady who slept until she missed lunch, it's going to be night now."

When Malfoy said this, he heard a few "cuckoo" sounds.

"Let's go, where are we going?" Pansy immediately turned over from the sofa, as if nothing had happened, quickly put on his shoes, stood up, and began to look around.

But the unbelievable "coo" sound began to echo in the room again.

There was another unspeakable silence.

"Uh, okay, let's not go anymore. I starved a little cat and let the little cat's father know. Maybe I abused his daughter, then my life will be difficult."

"Do you dare to say that my father is a cat?" Pansy said unconvincedly, leaning forward with his hips akimbo.

"It seems that you still confessed what I said." Malfoy said solemnly, but when he saw Pansy breathing more and more quickly and about to explode, Malfoy turned his head and raised his eyebrows and said: "So Give me a chance to buy you."

"How is it, what do you want to eat?" He then asked.

"I will think about it." As soon as he mentioned food, Pansy started to think with his head down, and then temporarily gave up the investigation.

"I'll think about other things when I'm full." Pansy thought to himself.

"Kreacher can do whatever the hostess wants to eat!" Pansy suddenly heard the voice of the house-elf who made her feel sick just now. Oh, it's called Kreacher.

It was standing at Malfoy's feet, now looking very energetic, with its chest tall and straight, and the fluff in the ears was neatly taken care of, and the dirty rags that had been around his waist were shampooed. Bai, Malfoy wanted him to change into a new dress, but if it was given, the house elf might kill himself immediately. In Kreacher's eyes, it would be a shame to set him free.

But Pansy obviously didn't hear the following words, just like a sophisticated computer suddenly crashed, the whole person suddenly lost the ability to think and stood there blankly.

"Female... Mistress?" Pansy repeated stutteringly, but his voice was too low for Kreacher to hear.

"Kreacher is good at all kinds of cooking." Kreacher raised his head proudly!Continue to say proudly.

"Kreacher, you can call her Miss Parkinson." Malfoy interrupted Kreacher.

"Kreacher, I order you to just call it that way!" Pansy said hurriedly, staring at Kreacher, his eyes beaming.

"Miss Parkinson, please trust Kreacher's craftsmanship!" Compared to Pansy's orders, Malfoy is the real owner of it now, so Kreacher immediately changed his name, and continued to explain his abilities in a serious manner. Pay attention to the words behind Pansy.

"I have cleaned the kitchen, please trust the quality of a qualified house-elf!" Kreacher thought he had seen through Pansy's mind, and said preemptively.

"Really?" Pansy asked, looking at Kreacher suspiciously, and wanted to stick to the "call" Pansy, and his attention was suddenly drawn to him.

"Of course!" Kreacher said confidently. The house elves are very good at housework. In the original story, Kreacher only disliked those who occupy the magpie's nest and treated the members of the Order of the Phoenix perfunctorily. Even deliberately messing up.Today, Malfoy fulfilled Regulus' last wish for him and gained Kreacher's respect from his heart.

"Kreacher is best at steak and kidney pie!" Kreacher said excitedly, waving his knife and fork in his hand!

But Pansy still ran down to the second floor without believing in evil, and directly broke into the basement. The tables, chairs and benches covered with oil before really left a very deep impression on her.

But when she walked down the steps again, Pansy began to wonder if her memory was misaligned, maybe Malfoy modified her memory during the time she fainted.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Pansy saw that the surrounding walls seemed to have been repainted with the corresponding color, showing a red-brown wood-like color, and the mildew on the wooden table was completely cleaned up. It was clean, just like a new one. The only iron pots hanging from the ceiling were also taken down and placed on the table, where they were polished brightly.

There was also a fire in the fireplace, and charcoal was burning in the fire, making a crackling sound..

The other plates and copper plates were neatly placed on the table, reflecting the rising flames, shining brightly.

"Miss Parkinson, please give Kreacher a chance! Kreacher will definitely make a dinner satisfying you and the host!" Kreacher stood on Pansy and bowed deeply.

"Okay." Pansy nodded, now Kreacher is a lot more pleasing to the eye than just now, maybe the cooking is also good?There was a look of expectation in her heart.

French onion soup, stew, minced meat pie, custard... Pansy and Malfoy waited patiently for Kreacher’s cooking. The heavy knife was automatically cutting the ingredients, making a “da da” sound, and the flames The ceramic pot is bubbling with bubbles, emitting a seductive fragrance.

Kreacher is very efficient.

One dish was placed on the plate and was delivered one after another.

"When I went to your home as a guest, I had never seen such a sumptuous meal." Pansy no longer fixed his eyes on the sumptuous delicacy, but looked at Malfoy and said prickly.

"Every wizard always has his own area of ​​expertise, the same is true for house elves. Dobby's area of ​​expertise is cleaning and cleaning, and the kitchen here is also cleaned up by Dobby." Malfoy didn't care about this, and was patient. Explained.

"Kreacher, come to my house, I'll give you double the salary." Pansy glanced at Kreacher who was still busy, then cast a provocative look at Malfoy, and said arrogantly.

She is still "remembering" the issue of "title" not long ago.

"Miss Parkinson." Kreacher turned his head, his big eyes widened, "Please don't insult the loyalty of a house elf." He said solemnly, and then turned to cook his own dishes. Pay attention to Pansy again.

"What about loyalty, obviously Draco, you only came here today." Pansy turned his face away again and said in a low voice, feeling a little suffocated, but soon he was given the aroma of the food on the table. Attracted.

Soon, these foods became the object of her confession.

"Aren't the two of them eating?" Pansy put the food she seemed to like into the bowl, thinking of something, and asked Malfoy in a low voice.

"It's also an insult to them to invite house elves to the table," Malfoy said with a shrug. He didn't mind having dinner with them, but Kreacher and Dobby would be very concerned about this issue.

Even Dobby still pursues freedom.

But sadly, it is only a "limited" freedom. A little favor can make them grateful.

Malfoy was unable to change this, and there was no extra energy to change it.

He can only restrain himself and try to influence the people around him.

"When I have time, can I ask them to do something else?" Pansy asked, taking a sip of the onion soup in front of him, stirring the thick soup with a spoon, while holding his cheek.

"Don't go too far, I can agree." Malfoy nodded. He has to stay in this house for a while. If he has no time to accompany her, it would be great if Pansy can find a way to relieve his boredom.

Kreacher’s craftsmanship is indeed very good. Even if he has been living in a muddle through the years, his cooking skills have not declined, which makes the food on the table disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, the table became messy, and the first meal in Black's ancestral house was over.

"Heh." Pansy yawned, her eyes a little confused, and she became sleepy again, looking a little lazy.

"Are you sleepy when you're full? Do you want to sleep in a good room? Dobby should have already cleaned up the room upstairs. Do you want to check it out?" Malfoy made his own suggestion.

Pansy nodded in response.

The two climbed to the top of the stairs, where there were only two doors, and the one facing him had a sign saying Sirius.

Malfoy pushed the door open without hesitation.

The floor and the dust on the chandeliers have been completely cleaned up. The room looks very spacious. There is a large bed with carved headboards. The high windows are covered by long velvet curtains. Next to the curtains hang a pair that has faded. On the golden red flag, the words "Gryffindor" are embroidered with golden needles and threads.

"If I hang this thing in my bedroom, I will definitely be beaten to death by my father. He hates Gryffindor the most." Pansy curled his lips and said in surprise.

Then her gaze continued to scan the bedroom, and suddenly she found something, and her face quickly climbed up with two faint blushes.

"That Sirius Black is really a shame to the Black family! As expected, he should be kicked out of the family tree." Pansy stomped angrily on the wooden floor, and then quickly ran to a silver-gray satin wall. , Stretched out her hand, she wanted to tear off these dirty posters.

In addition to some motorcycle posters, there are also several posters of Muggle girls in bikinis. The girls are posing seductively, staring straight at people outside the painting with bold and provocative eyes.

Pansy exhausted her strength at the moment, her face flushed, but she still couldn't tear off the posters. She realized that her efforts were in vain. She sighed depressed, and she became dejected.

"Don’t bother, Pansy, Black should also cast a permanent sticking curse on the wall, sticking these things, presumably to show his rebellion, against his parents, you can’t tear it off. If you don’t like it, Then I will take you to the next room."

"I'll live here!" Pansy said hurriedly, "Also, turn your head over and you are not allowed to look at it!" she added.

"My threshold is not low enough to be irritated by a few posters." Malfoy laughed dumbly, and said immediately, "Well, I don't look at it. You like this room."

"By the way, if there is nothing else, you just stay in this room. Just now Dobby told me that there is a ghoul hidden in a toilet. I'm going to fix it, I think Surely you don't want to stay in the same house with it?" Malfoy now turned his back to Pansy, jokingly.

"Then you go quickly." Pansy waved his hand and said urgingly, as if he was frightened by the ghoul in Malfoy's mouth.

"If you have anything to call Dobby or Kreacher, I will be there soon." Malfoy reminded at last, and stepped out of the room.

Seeing Malfoy's leaving back, Pansy was holding his chest and let out a long sigh of relief. Then he leaned back on the bed and carefully took out a delicate glass vial from his arms and placed it. Shaking in front of my own eyes, I looked closely with both eyes, and it was filled with mother-of-pearl luster liquid.

Pansy looked around, and didn't even notice the silly smile on his face.

She has made her own plan.

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