Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Cleaning up ghouls is simpler than Malfoy imagined. Unlike ordinary rumors, this kind of creature actually only grows more vicious and has habits that don’t match the name. It just eats something from the attic or barn. Moths or spiders feed on them, and the Ministry of Magic's classification level of its danger is only XX (harmless/tamable). The ghoul hiding in the toilet was quickly expelled.

In fact, Dobby and Kreacher can take care of this ghoul, but as house elves, they do not have the consciousness of using magic to fight, even though their magic system is very different from that of ordinary wizards. None of the Apparitions that Gwarts prohibited could restrict their actions.

So Malfoy can only do it.

The moment he walked out of the toilet door, Malfoy's body suddenly stiffened.

"Good juniors, how many years is it now in AD? Or have you changed the way of calculating years now?"

An old voice sounded in Malfoy's mind, almost without hesitation. For the first time, he subconsciously used Occlumency to block his mind, and then replied:

"It's 1994." Malfoy replied cautiously. Malfoy had already guessed the identity of the owner of this voice.

"Really?" The voice was somewhat surprised, "I didn't expect I've been asleep for so long, well, it happened to be more than a thousand years, is Hogwarts still there?" The calm words were like throwing into the lake The stones made waves in Malfoy's heart.

"Sure enough." Malfoy didn't expect that his random guesses would hit him, and he didn't know if he was lucky or bad.This sentence almost confirmed his guess again.

"I am also a student there now, oh, the college is Slytherin." Malfoy hoped that this seemingly unintentional disclosure of information would give him some positive advantages.

"Really? That's good. It seems that they have developed the school well." The voice seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said with some relief, and then the tone became surprised again: "Good Occlumency, it makes me even Some skills are itchy." The voice continued, but quickly denied it again: "But for a junior, I'm not going to write it like this."

"You seem to know who I am? You still know who you are." The low voice said unexpectedly.

"Don't dare to lie to you, distinguished Mr. Salazar Slytherin." Malfoy's words were filled with respect.

The owner of the voice hardly needs to doubt now.

"Don't worry, even if you are a mudblood, I won't do anything to you. My magic power will not last long." Even to clarify the fact that his existence is about to disappear, the voice is still very calm.

"There is a cruel kid who seems to have made this box an evil magic item. You wiped it out, right?" At this point, Salazar's voice suddenly became gloomy, as if it violated his taboo. .

"If I ruined your locket and you want to pursue it, I have nothing to say." Malfoy responded coldly.

"Of course not, I can still tell right from wrong, it would be better to say that I need to thank you. I slept for a long time, but still have some perception of the outside world. The person who transformed my locket should be my offspring. , I felt the smell of my familiar blood, huh, it's really a shame." Salazar said mockingly.

"I'm just a bit of obsession that can't even be regarded as a trace of remnant soul. Compared to this, my descendants have put in their own soul fragments. I did not expect that the black magic has developed to this in the years since I died. At the end, don't tell me that this kind of magic is a very common method now. If it is so, then even I will be amazed." Salazar's voice continued to ring in Malfoy's heart.

Malfoy was silent, there was no answer, only deathly silence.

"Hiss..." Suddenly, Salazar took a breath and let out a cry like a snake.

"Could it be that Horcrux?" Salazar tentatively guessed, and before Malfoy could answer definitively, she started to mutter to herself: "It should be right, huh, the despicable Helbo can still It's ridiculous to have heirs, but someone actually inherited his mantle."

"In a sense, the basilisk you left in the secret room allows you to say such things without this position." Malfoy murmured in his heart, but he still didn't show anything on his face, maintaining a vigilant look. .

"Is he dead? Since you have destroyed this Horcrux, has he been destroyed?" Salazar asked.

"No." Malfoy answered Salazar's question briefly, shook his head, even though there was no one in front of him.

"Is he a very powerful dark wizard? I couldn't think of it. Is the magic world now so degenerate that it can only rely on children of your age to track down the dark wizard with Horcrux?" Salazar's question continued. One.

If he was still alive, he would definitely "trial" the dark wizard himself, but now he is not even a remnant soul.

"Very powerful, even this is not his only Horcrux." Malfoy replied, taking out a luxurious headdress from his arms, but it was a little broken.

"Roina's crown?" Salazar Slytherin's voice expressed surprise for the second time, and then said: "If she knew that her crown was made into such an evil thing, she would be disgusting." He couldn't help but gloat. When quarreling at the beginning, it was often three to one, which was enough to make him a little bit "hateful".

"It seems that Helga's cup was not spared either." Salazar continued to reason, "Oh, if Godric is still there, I really want to see if his sword is made into a Horcrux What kind of expression." Salazar's tone became agitated, very excited, but fell into a deep depression in a moment.

"A thousand years? Except for me, they are still so "alive." They must be gone a long time ago."

The poison called loneliness eroded into the surrounding air silently, and the emptiness and feelings of loss almost filled the entire space.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Salazar, Gryffindor's sword has not been made into a Horcrux. On the contrary, it has now destroyed several Horcruxes." Malfoy still said in a statement of fact.

"Damn it, it's really unwilling to lose to the red-haired guy." Salazar's voice suddenly became lighter again. He was clearly saying something that made him a little depressed, but his spirit was refreshed. Woke up.

"Uh, you can think of it this way, Gryffindor Godric's sword, even your offspring can't even look at it." Malfoy comforted.

Loneliness has been sleeping for thousands of years, making Salazar's mental state a little chaotic and moody. Malfoy thinks it would be great if it can be comforted, because they will have to deal with each other later.

"Well, the meaningless remembrance ends here. The thing I want to do most now is to get rid of my shameless offspring." Salazar's voice suddenly became serious.

"It looks like you have a great appetite for me now." Salazar's voice sounded faintly, with a trace of expectation.

Then came endless conversation.

For Malfoy, this should be a sleepless night.

"So it's like this." Malfoy sat down in the corner, startled.

Malfoy did not expect that the crown of Ravenclaw, a symbol of wisdom, did not bring him any increase in knowledge. On the contrary, it was the Slytherin locket that allowed him to make great progress.

In a sense, Salazar Slytherin's teachings may be the most efficient way to improve one's strength.

Malfoy also knew about the unknown past.

Salazar Slytherin and the other three ran away in anger due to differences in the concept of enrolling students.

This was difficult to understand at the time, because more than a thousand years ago, the pure-blood-born wizards were considered to be more talented than the pure-blood wizards, but over time, pure-bloods became some People's profit-making tools are wrapped in a gorgeous appearance, advocating something illusory and making them more cohesive.

Human beings, as individual individuals, are often fragile. They always have to warm each other and obtain consolation in various senses. Only then have a united collective appear, and common interests are always

At that time, Salazar opposed the Muggle wizards, and it was not for "noble" and "humble" reasons, but most of the previous wizards were persecuted by Muggles, which made him suspicious of Muggle. Gua maintained his trust, which eventually led him to act aggressively and eventually built a secret room at Hogwarts, leaving behind a basilisk.

At that time, he should be just planning to develop a site when he was teaching students for himself, but before leaving in anger, he changed the function of this secret room

In his heart, perhaps he was afraid that one day the Muggle wizards would begin to eliminate the pure-blooded wizards, leaving them the last means of life-saving.

He would never have expected that the power he had left behind was used by a person with an unrighteous mind, who happened to be his offspring.

"Is a pureblood intermarriage with a Muggle? It's really unacceptable." Salazar's remnant sighed after hearing Malfoy tell him the status quo of the wizarding society today, but it was limited to this. , Things are humans and not, Baiyun Canggu, even his last consciousness is about to leave this world completely, what is the point of sticking to his obsession?

The most important thing is that what he sticks to may still be wrong.

Malfoy also knew why Salazar Slytherin appeared in this Horcrux.

As one of the Big Four, he may have some radical ideas, but he is still an upright wizard, so he did not choose to use Horcrux as a means to continue his life.

He just used an ancient magic that was able to maintain a certain amount of thinking and memory. By analogy, it was more advanced than the portraits of Principal Dumbledore's office that retained some of his personality, but that was all.

The starting point for these behaviors is his unwillingness.

Salazar broke up unhappy in the argument with the other three, and ran away in anger. Everyone has their own persistence in their hearts, so they can be easily persuaded. There is no principle.

Salazar, who was at the end of his life, chose to plunge into his locket, hoping to find a descendant that satisfies him, and then carefully teach and successfully refute the educational concepts of the other three.

In fact, this is still naive.

However, it seems that even with such a shameful and naive approach, he still failed miserably. No one can conquer the time, and the years are wasted, so that Salazar can only fall into a deep sleep to keep his soul power from being consumed. But nearly a thousand years later, he still hasn't found the juniors he wants. Those juniors are either stupid or stupid, or cold and domineering.

No one can make him look good.

Later, the locket fell into the hands of Hufflepuff’s distant descendants and became a rich woman’s collection. Later, Voldemort murdered the woman and went around, and the locket returned to Slytherin. Heirs.

It's just that this descendant cannot satisfy Salazar himself, because his mind is wrong.

And nearly a thousand years have passed, the power left by this wizard is not much, maybe he will sleep forever.In a certain distant time, it disappeared completely without leaving a trace.

But Salazar was finally awakened today.

A little wizard who has helped him to get rid of his blood is pure blood, the academy is Slytherin, and what he is doing is helping him wash away the shame of the Slytherin family.

There seems to be no reason not to help him.

So, in just one night, Salazar answered many questions for Malfoy, from... to..., some of the lost magic spells and potion formulas reappeared in Salazar's mouth thousands of years ago.

Salazar, who started to teach, speaks extremely fast, and his time is running out, just like the last piece of fine sand in an hourglass, but he believes that this student will not let him down and is worthy of the last time in his life.

The sky outside the house gradually darkened, and gradually lit up again. Salazar's voice still maintained a very fast speed, but the volume had begun to gradually decrease, until the final stage, even the speed of speech also slowed down, becoming like a gossamer.

"I really want to see how far the current magic has developed." Salazar's voice said unwillingly.

A black-robed old man between the physical and the incorporeal appeared in front of Malfoy, floating in the air.

He only wore a hood, and his clothes were plain, with a few patches on his clothes, tattered, his eyes were deep and gloomy, like a black hole, absorbing all the light around him, his face was full of wrinkles, but still Can see his handsome demeanor when he was young.

There is no flashy decoration, for Slytherin, that deep power is the best crown.

"Well, my friend is still waiting for me. I have been late for more than a thousand years." Salazar's low voice seemed full of breath, with some expectations in it.

"Thank you for showing me the two Muggle papers. It seems that maybe I was a bit wrong." Salazar said mockingly.

"Then, goodbye, little guy." The looming translucent body just disappeared in the air. This is perhaps the last word in his life. There is no unwillingness or resentment, just a simple farewell to the person in front of him. Then it moves towards death.

And Salazar's real body should have long been rotten.

"Walk all the way." Malfoy had no other way to express his gratitude. He could only stand up from the cold floor and bow to the void in front of him.

"Fulfill your last wish, this may be the best way to repay." Malfoy could only think secretly in his heart.

Inadvertently glanced out the window, the sun that had not crossed the horizon had already revealed a glimmer of dawn in advance, and the faint rays of light poured into his eyes.

The collision of thoughts set off a storm in Malfoy's mind, even after a whole night.He didn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, he was full of energy now, and many questions were answered in Salazar's mouth, so he couldn't wait to verify one or two.

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