Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Harry woke up from his sleep, wheezing and gasping, as if he had been running. He pressed his hands tightly on his face, and under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar was aching fiercely. , As if someone had just pressed a white-hot wire on his skin.

He sat up, one hand covering the scar, the other hand groping in the dark to get the glasses on the bedside table.He put on his glasses, and the scenery in the bedroom slowly became clear. The light from the street lamp outside the window passed through the curtains, giving the bedroom a hazy orange-red soft light.

It could be seen that he might have had a nightmare and saw something else.

This is not the first time during this holiday. He often wakes up from his sleep. He is sure that he has seen it, but he can't believe it.

He fumbled for his glasses from the bedside table with one hand, then put them on, and the blurry scenery in front of him gradually became clear in his eyes.

The light from the street lamp outside the window passed through the curtains, giving the bedroom a hazy orange-red soft light.

Harry stroked the scar with his fingers again, still painful.He turned on the lamp beside him, got out of bed, walked through the room, opened the closet, and looked at the mirror inside the door.In the mirror, a thin fourteen-year-old boy was looking at him. Under his tousled black hair were a pair of green and confused eyes.Harry looked at the scar on his forehead in the mirror more closely. He couldn't see anything abnormal, but he still felt painful.

He desperately recalled the scenes in his dreams, even though it was only the things he had dreamed of just now, Harry found that he could not grasp any key points.

There are two men, he recognizes both men, one is Peter Pettigrew and the other is Voldemort.

Harry knew it by calling the former to the latter.

Harry felt as if his stomach was stuffed with a piece of ice that had just been taken out of the refrigerator, and his heart was tightened with fear.

In the desolate courtyard of the two men, the night was faintly cool. Harry wanted to hear what they were saying, but found that he hadn’t remembered much. The only thing he impressed was the flattering tone and panic of Peter Pettigrew. .

Make him nauseous.

He hoped it was a dream, but it was so real.

Shaking his head, Harry sneaked to the toilet, turned on the tap, washed his face, and calmed himself down.

He cautiously fumbled back to his room to avoid waking his relatives, but Dudley's snoring upstairs was loud, which was unnecessary worry.

Back in his room, through the neon light outside the window, Harry stared blankly at the photo on the bedside table, which was hanging in the frame. The boys in the photo were looking at him with smiles.

Hagrid didn't bring it to him two years ago. It was his godfather who came out of the house and gave it to him.

"Fortunately, my parents didn't destroy it." Sirius rejoiced when he handed the photo to Harry. All the decorations in his room were cursed by him, not his own words, even though It was Dumbledore who came, and it might take a lot of hands and feet to get these pictures down.

Sirius knew that Harry wanted to know more about his parents, so Sirius chose to send him the picture.

Harry was at a loss now. Facing the pain in his head, he didn't know what to do. Should he ask his friend or godfather for help.

Hermione would definitely suggest that he go to Professor Dumbledore for help, or just find a thick tome and tell him that he might have some magical injury, or suggest that he go to St Mungo’s Hospital .

Ron is also expected to become nervous, and he may tell Mrs. Weasley the news immediately, and then the Weasley family will know that he has a headache.

Maybe George and Fred will give him some "special" snacks.

And Sirius?Harry thought this was a good candidate for advice.

Harry missed him more and more.

His friends and the Godfather who had cleared his grievances were all by his side not long ago, when he was very firm in his belief that this holiday would be the happiest summer he had ever had.

A letter suddenly appeared in his hand through the delivery of the owl.

"Harry, it may be difficult for you to accept it, but I have to tell you that you need to go back to your uncle's house immediately. The reason is that I cannot talk to you in detail for the time being, but I hope you can listen to me. It's for your safety." The handwriting was left by someone he knew very well.

At the end of the letter and on the cover of the envelope, Albus Dumbledore’s name was written in swashes.

If it were not for the last sentence, Dumbledore added that he would still be able to watch the Quidditch World Cup, Harry felt he was going to collapse.

Even if he was reluctant, Harry chose to follow Dumbledore's letter, so the four of them went their separate ways and agreed to reunite again after the Quidditch World Cup kicked off.

Harry walked to the window and stared at the heavy deep blue sky outside the window. He suddenly saw a black spot in the distance, and then the black spot gradually increased in his line of sight, from far to near, and finally to the one in front of him. window.

Harry now saw clearly that this was an owl, the one that Sirius gave Ron at Hogsmeade at that time. Ron hadn’t named the owl yet, so Harry didn’t know. How to call it.

"Come in." Harry quickly opened the window and let the owl in. It should be cold outside at this time.

Hedwig was in the cage, eyes wide open, looking straight at this kind of fellow, but her eyes were not very friendly.

"This is Ron's owl, his new pet." Harry whispered to Hedwig, like an introduction, and then took a letter from the owl's paw.

"Harry, how are you doing? I thought we could spend the whole vacation together, but I didn't expect that after you got home, your relatives shouldn't embarrass you?" Slightly yellowed It says so on the parchment.

"I'm fine," Harry said softly, even though Ron was not around.

Compared with any weird magic, the effects of murderers are more deterrent, at least this family still has awe of criminals who flout the law.

After he came back, Harry heard his uncle at the dining table from time to time saying whether he should call the police and catch the murderer.

Of course, Harry had to hold back his laughter when he heard this, or he might be punished again.

Azkaban couldn't hold his godfather, how could a Muggle prison imprison him?

Of course, the most likely thing is that the police can't even see him.

Harry's gaze continued to move down, and Ron's letter went on to say: "Professor Dumbledore's letter is really disappointing, but luckily we will meet again soon. The Quidditch World Cup is coming soon. It's started! My parents have been talking about you, Harry, yes, and George and Fred, they invented some weird things, waiting for you to experiment, um, of course, I will To warn them, let them converge. Also, it is said that during the time you went home, the Ministry of Magic made some actions again. For example, they let out a lot of words and prepared to expel a lot of old workers, which scared my dad. I’m all worried about this, and I don’t know what he’s worried about. Besides him, who else wants to do the dirty work?"

Even these trivial things, Harry watched with gusto, he could imagine what Mrs. Weasley's expression was like.

"The result was just a false alarm. It seemed that only a few idlers who made mistakes were fired." Harry was relieved when he saw this.

"I also heard that Malfoy's father donated a large sum of money to the Magic Hospital of St. Mungo. It was incredible. I didn't believe their family would be so generous, but later my father told me that their family was for fame. , Malfoy's father only entered the Ministry of Magic, and he needs to stabilize his position."

Seeing this, Harry remembered the unpleasant things that had happened in Sirius's ancestral home.

Of course, the most important thing is that he drove Lupin away, which is unforgivable to him.

"By the way, my dad also got some of the best tickets from the Magic Sports Department, and Sirius must have accepted the invitation too, so we can go to the game together."

Just after Harry had read the letter, he felt a little hungry in his stomach, and he bent down and took out a big box from under his wooden bed.

This is food from Sirius.

This entire holiday, Dudley has been on a diet because he is too fat, maybe because of his emotions, his own food has also been restricted.

Of course, it turned out that there should be very little time to be able to eat.

As long as he stays for a few more days, he can leave this ghost place.

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After the ecstasy incident that day, Malfoy's punishment for Pansy was finally gone. Maybe it was because Pansy encountered this kind of thing at that time, and it was considered the greatest punishment.

"You just take it as if it hasn't happened, do you hear it? Draco." Pansy said blushing as he lay on the bed and recovered a little from a cup of brown sugar water.

"In my opinion, this is a sign of maturity, even though I am still a little girl in my heart. At least she has started to develop physically." Malfoy expounded a topic that made Pansy mad with shame in a flat tone.

Malfoy didn't know what to say at this time. Originally he wanted to punish her in a way to make her remember, but now there are no more feasible conditions.

"It's like you are not the same age as me." Pansy thought inwardly, but still pretended to be pathetic.

"I will definitely not be able to marry in the future," she said tearfully. "So you are responsible, Draco." She lowered her head and covered her face with her hands, but there was still a slight gap between her fingers. One eye opened secretly, looking at Malfoy's reaction.

But Malfoy still had that unsalty expression. He didn't respond to Pansy's question. Instead, he said, "You take a good rest here, when will you be better, and when are you discussing your whimsical ideas."

Then he walked out of the room, ignoring Pansy's poor eyes.

"Headache." Malfoy sighed softly, leaning against the door with a "click".

Who can predict the love of youth?If so many things hadn't happened in the first place, Pansy should still be a carefree and unruly lady.

Okay, now too, but it should be a little cute.

At the beginning, to accommodate her, I just wanted to leave some more changes in this world and change the people, things, and things around me.

I tried not to lose my way, knowing what I should do and what is worth protecting, so I chose to influence her in a subtle way.

Malfoy also knew that Pansy was working hard in her own way, and she now understood what was right and wrong.

But the feelings are not right or wrong.

He was not so slow, not just the ecstasy this time, he already knew Pansy's mood earlier, she always behaved very clearly, but he always turned a blind eye.

Because he feels that this is just a vague admiration for the opposite sex when he was young. The older he may be, he may not be so focused. If his mind and body age are the same, he may still be intoxicated in this atmosphere. What kind of couple games do you play with Pansy?

But he is not, he is a traverser, his mentality is an adult, and his accommodating to her before is more like a sister-like tolerance than a lover-like pampering.

Moreover, Pansy couldn't keep up with the path he was going to take. It would be better to say that the less relationship with him, the safer she would be in the future.

Voldemort would use close people to intimidate others, even his own men.

This is also the reason why Malfoy chose to treat Hermione indifferently. At the first-year candy store, he should have been fainted for a while to make such an impulsive behavior.

However, the following giant monsters still made him soberly aware that everything he did would have an irreversible impact on the world, so that it might harm the innocent people around him.

"Perhaps I just can't see girls cry." Malfoy shook his head, a little bitter in his heart: "Although I cried a lot later."

He quickly understood that it was not good for both parties, so Malfoy decisively used the excuse that was not an excuse to disconnect from Hermione.

Friends originally understood each other, just because of that kind of anger, it was ridiculous, and the only explanation was his active behavior.

I don't know how long it took, and Malfoy's eyes returned to firmness and clarity.

With a "crunch", the door was opened again, and Malfoy saw Pansy, who had sneaked out of bed, lying back in a panic.

"I just got up and took a look." Pansy explained hurriedly.

"Let's have a good talk, Pansy." Malfoy ignored Pansy's perfunctory apology, but stared at her intently and said deeply.