Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The four of them boarded the Cavaliers bus again, and the destination was Grimmauld Place 12, which was the location of the ancestral home of the Black family.

"For some reason, it doesn't belong to me anymore." Sirius in the seat chatted with the three of them."So we have to take advantage of the present, the talent did not take over."

"Who sold it?" Ron asked.

The palm of Sirius's grip on the handrail tightened, and then quickly released."Of course it's me." Sirius thought inside, but nothing showed on his face.

"It's nothing, it's just a normal agreement transfer." Sirius said with a smile, and selling his ancestral home is not something to be proud of for him.

It carries all the memories and the past that he hopes to be cut off, but after all, it is also where he grew up.

His mother died in that house.

That is the only place he can remember.

The journey is boring and long.

"It's almost here, it's almost here." Looking at the fast-rewinding scenery outside the window, Sirius sighed and read it quietly. The scenery outside the window is faintly visible, and it hasn't changed much compared to when he entered Azkaban. But it made him full of dislocation. The stagnation of space and the change of time made him even have an illusion. Maybe at the next stop of the bus, James and Lily would get on there by chance and still smile with him. Say hello familiarly.

After all, this is just his fantasy.

"Are you okay? Sirius?" Seeing Sirius's cheerful smile suddenly narrowed, her brows frowned, Hermione took out a piece of paper from her shoulder bag, wrote on it, and handed it to he.

Harry and Ron were now leaning on their seats and asleep. She didn't want to wake them up, so she chose this way.

Hermione was very worried about the mental condition of the man in front of her. The psychology books she taught herself last year contained such a term-stress disorder.

When a major change occurs in a person's life, psychological problems are very likely to occur.

Twelve years of innocent prison, not to mention the dementors who interfered with him all the time. Hermione felt that Sirius was able to stay awake until now. It was a miracle, not to mention it. Azkaban escaped from prison where no one had ever escaped.

"I'm fine." Sirius wrote on the slip of paper, then went around the seat and handed it to Hermione.

"How did you come here in those twelve years?" Beneath Sirius' handwriting, dense black lettering began to appear on the paper.

"There is nothing to hide." Sirius took the paper and wrote: "Because I firmly believe that I am innocent. This is very important. Human will can break through many unimaginable limits. Soul monsters have no vision, I can transform in the cell... Become a dog, dementors can’t see, they only realize human emotions, when I become a big dog, they will think that I am actually It's already the same as the group of irrational people."

The black writing swiftly crawled across the paper like a spider, and just as Blake was about to hand it to Hermione, he found two pairs of eyes staring at him.

"Sirius, I didn't even think about asking how you were in Azkaban." Harry said regretfully.

At this time they had woken up and saw what was written on the paper.

"Girls are generally very delicate, and so is your mother." Sirius patted Harry comfortingly on the head.

"Don't worry, I'm fine now." Sirius continued smiling and said, then raised his finger to the still-still scenery outside the window and said, "We are here."

And now, Hermione saw the person she could say the least wanted to see now, who was the culprit who drove Professor Lupin away.

Malfoy bought the Sirius house, when did that happen?

Hermione quickly thought of the fact that she had discovered Sirius in the Slytherin dormitory before, but this clue was of no value to her, and she didn't know what happened in it.

Hermione and Sirius who was going upstairs looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion, the latter just shook her head helplessly, so that Hermione would stop questioning.

"Let's go out and wait, I don't want to stay at this guy's house for a minute." Ron said angrily, and walked away, Harry could only follow.

"Draco! What do you want to eat tonight! I'll make it for you." Just as Hermione was about to walk out the door with them, Pansy made this noise from the door leading to the basement, appearing It's a coincidence.

She poked her head out of the door first, and then walked in front of everyone.

"It seems that there are some unpopular guests. How about it, do you want to try my craft? Pansy covered her mouth with her hand and looked at the few people in front of her, pretending to be surprised. He wears a white apron with a print, and the image looks a little funny.

The slightly green face mixed with the standard housewife-like mix is ​​really nondescript.

"Forget it, I'm afraid we will be poisoned to death." Ron choked back and then said: "Maybe it might be unpalatable to death."

"The Weasleys really lack education, and they don't even have the most basic courtesy." Pansy sneered at this moment, and her invitation just now was obviously not sincere.

Ron's face flushed immediately, like a cooked crab.

"Let's go." Hermione said calmly, gathering the broken hair around her ears, but her body had some imperceptible stiffness, and her legs alternated like marionettes.

Then the three of them walked out of the house and went to the square again.

"Cut, it's boring." Pansy was still a little bit angry, and finally had some fun these days, but the other party refused to accept the move.

"Draco, you didn't help me, watching them bully me." Pansy said angrily, turning his head to the side.

"I think you are bullying the three of them." Malfoy could only have a headache and looked at the girl in front of him pretending to be pitiful.

"Well, it seems that the opponent is too weak." Pansy lowered his head and sighed, "Would you like to try my craft tonight?" Pansy turned the subject and asked expectantly.

"I don't want to be poisoned either." Malfoy shrugged, and then left such a sentence, then opened the door of his laboratory and dived in.

Only Pansy, who stomped his feet and tanned at the floor, remained.

"Kreacher!" Pansy shouted openly.

Sigh, Kreacher appeared in front of Pansy, his short body standing tall and straight.

"Your dinner today is what I cooked, so you can think about what you should do." Pansy put down such a sentence if he didn't know if it was a threat, and went into the kitchen again, and began to ping-pong-pong. sound.

"Hermione, are you okay." When he walked outside the door, Harry asked concerned, he found Hermione's face turned pale."Are you not feeling well? When Sirius comes out, we'll find a place to rest." Harry continued.

"Okay." Hermione simply responded, leaning back against the street light pole, staring at the blue sky blankly, as if for her now, even saying a word is an extravagant hope, and she must do her best.

She originally thought that her current feelings for Malfoy would be extreme hatred and disgust, but it turned out that it was not the case. When she saw Pansy walking out of the end of the corridor in an apron, her mood unexpectedly became depressed. Some are aching.

"What is this? Are they living together?" This was the first thought that came out of Hermione's heart, and she quickly became convinced, because Pansy was very affectionate when she asked Malfoy about their dinner today. Seems to be fake.

Hermione didn't want to deceive herself, she could tell herself that she didn't care at all, but the convulsive pain in her heart couldn't be faked.

Not long ago, Pippi Gui took advantage of the question she asked while taking Veritaserum, and she just pretended not to have heard it before, and chose selective forgetting, but today she suddenly confirmed her mood.

Confirming your mood is not something to be happy about.

Because she could no longer escape.

Hermione sniffed, rubbed her red eye sockets, thinking about how to face the sorrow that shouldn't have appeared in her heart.

She didn't even know when this relationship appeared.

In her opinion there is absolutely no reason for this.

"He forced Professor Lupin away. Last year he released a basilisk and almost killed other students. What he said is sometimes very annoying. I never know when he was telling the truth." A voice was in Hermione. There was a sudden sound in his heart.

"But Hagrid got a better job because of him, and even the clarification of Sirius's grievance is his credit!" This was another voice.

"He said it himself. It was only for his father to enter the Ministry of Magic. As for Sirius, can't you guess it? What situation would force an only son in the family to sell his ancestral home. Di? He must have threatened Sirius."

While Hermione was still entangled in her heart repeatedly, she was attracted by a high-pitched sound.

"Harry Potter! Harry Potter who defeated the Dark Lord! We met again. It's an honor for Dobby!" Hermione heard the sound and saw only one that looked similar to Kreacher. The house elves in ragged clothes suddenly appeared in front of the three of them.

"Dobby? Did you come here with Malfoy?" Harry lowered his head and asked.

"Yes, the owner wants to clean up the new house." Dobby said excitedly, and when he mentioned his owner, Dobby started shaking his head, appearing a little proud.

"Sure enough, it's not a good person. For such a big house, it is really stingy to let the two house elves clean it." Ron did not give up any opportunity to attack Malfoy.

"You are not allowed to insult Dobby's master!" Dobby heard Ron's words and immediately jumped up from the ground angrily, and hit Ron's chin with his flat head.

With a dull sound of "clang", Ron was knocked back a few steps, and he almost fell over with a stagger. It was Harry who helped him quickly and survived.

"I want to teach you a good lesson!" Ron raised his wand in anger. He wanted to make the house elf in front of him suffer.

"The master is not a good person, and the servant is the same!" Ron said sharply as if he was about to let out this bad breath.

"Ron, you can't use magic outside the school. Do you want your wand to be confiscated!" Hermione also didn't care about being disturbed by those emotions. If she continued to watch, this house elf might be caught by Luo. En's curse hit.

In her eyes, the house elves in front of her are clearly a vulnerable group.

But this was also how Hermione was deceived by the pitiful appearance and submissive temperament of the house elf.

Really fighting, as an adult, Lucius who has a certain exposure to dark magic will be released by Dobby at once, which is enough to prove that the fighting power of house elves without contract suppression should not be underestimated.

Hermione’s behavior actually helped Ron. Otherwise, when the spell was cast by the wand, Ron would only receive a notice of punishment from the Ministry of Magic plus a bruise and swollen face by Dobby’s magic.

Ron didn't lead Hermione's love after being stopped, instead he gave her a fierce look.

"It's not his fault." Hermione looked at the house elf in front of her sympathetically. She squatted down with her body and Dobby tried to maintain the same height as her eyes filled with compassion, and then said to Ron: "He doesn't If you don’t know what is right, you should learn to be tolerant."

"What Master Malfoy said is correct!" His words are Dobby's golden rule!"Dobby patted his chest and said.

"Stupid." Ron spat.

"Look, he is still an abominable slave owner, enslaving the poor, innocent, and vulnerable house elves! Deprived of their freedom!" The voice in Hermione's heart jumped out at this time.

"What are you doing?" Sirius had already walked out of the dusty door at this time, carrying a tattered sack, and went straight to the center of the square to meet them.

"Kreacher?" Sirius looked down at the house elf, and then shook his head: "It doesn't seem to be, otherwise he should have begun to insult him. It should have been brought by the kid from home." He touched. My own hard stubble, talking to himself.

"Does your master have any instructions?" Sirius then asked Dobby.

"Dobby just came to say goodbye to the savior! This is from Dobby's own respect!" Dobby responded politely to Sirius' question.

"Thank you." Harry nodded.

"Sirius, is there any way to bring the house-elves back to freedom?" Hermione lowered her voice and walked behind Sirius and asked in a low voice. She didn't know anything about it. Only the ancient pure-blood family would raise the house. Little elf, Hermione obviously doesn't have this condition.