Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"If I told you that these gold coins were made by the Irish Leprechaun using magic, would you feel better?" Malfoy looked at Pansy amusedly. The attributes of this little money fan made him feel light.

"What's the difference? They are not all gold coins." Pan Xi said gloomily.

"Since it was changed by magic, of course the gold coins will disappear when the time limit is reached." Malfoy could only make it clear.

"Then why are they so aggressively picking up these gold coins now." Pansy pointed casually, just a few people with clover-like clothes on their heads bent down in a panic, and even went under the chair to pick them up. If gold coins are fake, why would anyone be willing to pick them up?

"That's because they are as stupid as you." Malfoy lightly hit Pansy's forehead with a hand knife, like a breeze, and several hairs on Pansy's forehead fluttered, appearing A little messy.

"Don't hit me on the head, if you're stupid, you'll be stupid." Pansy said unconvinced, and hurriedly straightened her hair, but her tone was not so low, she turned into a brisk tone.

Now she looked at these mediocre people in front of her, and she felt a lot of balance in her heart.

The thought of these people having been so busy for so long, but in the end it was empty and happy, it seemed not so uncomfortable.

"Also, are you here to watch the game? Or are you here to pick up gold coins?" Malfoy wanted to continue, and felt Pansy shaking his shoulder desperately, her face flushed with excitement, her attention was very high. Will be transferred soon.

"Draco, look at it!" Pansy said excitedly, her eyes returning to the court.

Malfoy immediately set his sights on the court, and sure enough, the rain of gold coins was almost over at this time, and now it's time for the Quidditch national team players to debut.

The huge clover disappeared, and the dwarfs slowly fell to the opposite side of the veils on the field, sat down cross-legged, ready to watch the game.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome-the Bulgarian National Quidditch team! I will introduce to you-Dimitrov!"

A figure in a red dress riding on a flying broomstick flew into the arena from an entrance below. He flew so fast, like a bolt of lightning, it was hard to see.He won the enthusiastic applause of all the Bulgarian supporters.

"Ivanova!"

The second figure in a bright red robe flew out whizzingly.

"Zograf! Levsky! Volkanov! Volkov! Next comes-Krum!"

Viktor Krum was black and thin, with grayish-yellow skin, a large hawk nose, two thick black eyebrows, and he looked like a huge eagle.It's hard to believe that he is only eighteen years old, he is even just a student at school.

"Now, please welcome-the Irish National Quidditch!" Bagman shouted loudly. "It's-Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley! —And—Lin Qi!"

Seven fuzzy green figures flew to the arena, their flying broomsticks were printed with "Firebolt", and their backs were rusted with their names with silver threads.

"And our referee today, the well-supported President of the International Quidditch Federation, Hassan Mustafa, who flew from Egypt a long distance away!"

"Too much nonsense!" Pansy said dissatisfied, but still eagerly looked at the center of the court, staring at the Quidditch players intently.

The spectators around the stadium suddenly waved their flag neatly, as if rehearsing thousands of times, then the flag changed, and then a picture of Krum caught the golden snitch was revealed, as if it were Thousands of small squares are put together.

Then, after another change, Krum in the image began to smile.

"Oh, it's so handsome!" In another section of the stadium, all of Weasley's family members watched the scene eagerly, and Ron screamed.

The same is true for Harry. As for Hermione who is on the side, she is not consciously infected by these atmospheres. Naturally females are not particularly keen on these sports. She grew up in a non-wizard family and lacks certain influence, but she still integrates. In this atmosphere.

"Dude! Be sure to catch the Golden Snitch!" The George and Fred twins yelled, and eagerly cheered for their betting key.

At this time they looked at each other again and shouted again: "Don't catch it too early!"

"Ah, he—he—he—they set off!" Bagman screamed, "This is Malet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Pass to Malet again! Troy! Levsky Moran!" Bagman's commentary began, which also meant the official start of the game.

The Quidditch players on both sides came and went on the field, leaving only a trail of shadows. The function of the firebolt was fully utilized in their hands, while the players of Pansy and his team were actually in the game. They did not fully play the role that these broomsticks should have.

"Come on!" When people put their enthusiasm for watching the game, they didn't care about the surrounding situation at all. They watched the ever-changing situation on the field wholeheartedly.

Pansy was no exception, even though the person in the seat next to her had already left, she didn't even notice it.

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Barty Crouch Jr. now feels that his brain is a little more awake. He is trying his best to get rid of the control of the Imperius Curse. His consciousness is confused now, only remember that he seems to be watching Quidditch now. Competition, but where are you now?Boxes or bleachers?The cheers came from the green field, like a mountain whistling a tsunami, making him even more dizzy.

"Master, don't be like this, please watch the game quietly, don't cause trouble to the master! This is the chance that the master gave you with great difficulty!" Shining on the side looked at the struggling little Batty Crouch, looking panic. .

"Oh?" Suddenly Suddenly heard a young male voice with some surprise in his tone.

"Weird house elf, are you talking to the air?" Malfoy asked knowingly. He had sneaked into the box of the acting minister, Barty Crouch, and it seemed empty. There are only a few gilded purple seats scattered around. Mr. Barty Crouch is not here. He is quite busy now, and he doesn’t even have time to watch the wonderful Quidditch World Cup finals.

Even though this box is the most noble and luxurious private box with the best perspective, he doesn't have any extra energy to focus on it. He has everything to do now. He just presided over the opening ceremony, just a few brief words. , He left in a hurry, causing the audience to basically have no impression of him.

This may also be the source of the grudge against him. He was busy with work, ignored his family, and treated himself very harshly. Unfortunately, he didn't know that his father had always been proud and proud of him before. , Would often show off to colleagues how impressive his talented son was at school.

However, the lack of communication leads to the inevitable tragedy. If it is said that before the Jr. Batty Crouch is imprisoned, the father and son still have the opportunity to be honest with each other and tell everything, but when Barty’s mother is After his death, the conflict between the father and son before, there is no room for relaxation.

Shining's body froze all of a sudden, and then quickly returned to normal, and then said in a calm tone: "Shanky is just talking to herself. There is a problem with Shining's spirit. Please ignore Shining's crazy words."

"Really?" Malfoy pretended to be suspicious, seeming to agree with it.

"I came to Uncle Crouch for help. It is said that the witch who checked the ticket said that this is his box. Since he is not here, I will wait here. Anyway, there is a vacant seat."

As Malfoy spoke, he walked over to the chair where Barty Crouch Jr. was.

"Huh? Why is the chair shaking?" Malfoy's gaze shot at the unusual chair, which was shaking wildly without anyone sitting on it.

After hearing his father's name, Barty Crouch Jr.'s struggling movements became more and more obvious, as if he had received some huge stimulation, of course, Malfoy had not seen all of this so far.

"Interesting." Malfoy noticed the noise and said, touching his chin.

Then he speeded up his pace and approached Barty Crouch Jr., as if seeing through the void. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and lifted the invisibility cloak that was covering Barty Crouch. After the invisibility cloak left the human body, it lost its function and turned into a slightly shining silver fabric, lying quietly on the ground.

"Look, what I found." Malfoy's wand has reached the temple of the man in front of him. He doesn't even need magic if he wants to. Just poke it hard and the man's temple will be Bleeding and killed on the spot.

"Oh my God! Shining made a big mistake! Shining failed to complete the task explained by the good master, so that Young Master was discovered by others." The house elf on the side said in horror, showing a desperate look, and his body couldn't stop at the same time. She shuddered, and then she couldn't speak anymore, just trembling her lips, self-blame and fear in those big eyes.

It doesn't know what its owner will do after learning all this.

"Perhaps the master will give Shining a pair of socks?" At the thought of this, Shining fainted directly on the nanmu floor.

Barty Crouch Jr. didn’t pay attention to Malfoy’s threats at all. He just supported his body and wanted to get up from the chair. The control of the Imperius Curse for a long time made him a little weak. Just to break free of control, he again Consume a lot of energy,

"Tell me, what is your belief? This answer will determine your destiny." Malfoy's question came quickly.

"Is my dad finally losing patience with me? He still finds an Auror so young to judge me, oh, by the way, are you an Auror? He is not afraid to get me in again and put himself Did you lose your job? I would like to see how he explained how I escaped from prison." Barty Crouch, Jr. actually laughed at this moment, laughing wildly and proudly, obviously for his own sake Zkaban escaped and was content.

"Since you have asked, then I will tell you. Of course, my faith is my loyalty to my master. The great dark lord has only temporarily lost his power. My respected master will come sooner or later." Little Barty's face There was a feverish smile on his face, and now it seemed that he didn't care that he might return to Azkaban because of this, and endure the dark cell.

"Very well, it looks like Bertha Jorkins didn't lie." Malfoy nodded in agreement, then drew his wand back and left his temple.

"You are still like me and remain loyal. That's great. Now we have room to talk." Malfoy nodded in satisfaction. These words made the grimly smiling young Barty Crouch surprised. a bit.

"As a sincerity of cooperation, let me explain my identity first. My name is Draco Malfoy. You may also know my father." Malfoy took the lead in introducing himself briefly in front of this man.

"Oh, the son of a traitor." Barty Crouch Jr. said with a sneer at this time. He still clearly remembers what Lucius did during the trial. He "betrayed" the great Dark Lord. , Chose to "whitewash" himself, and returned to the wizarding society, continuing to play what he considered to be a noble identity-a pure-blood wizard.

"Really? But it's the traitor in your mouth, or the traitor's son, but now he has actively found you and conspired with the cause. Otherwise, you are still a muddled, controlled puppet." Malfoy Not to be outdone, ridiculed.

Little Batty Crouch was silent, but this was not the silence that only appeared after he was immediately convinced, but he was thinking about the credibility of the boy's words in front of him.

"Then what should I do? You found it" Barty suddenly held Malfoy's shoulders with both hands, and said with a serious face that he couldn't find the reason for the boy in front of him to deceive him. As for other doubts, you can follow. Go and ask again.

In just a short time, they have proven their "loyalty" to each other.

"Don't worry, we still have a lot of time." Malfoy said slowly, "We still lack some proper opportunities." He raised his eyebrows and said, looking a little dissatisfied with Barty's urging.

But in the bottom of my heart, Malfoy has relaxed a lot, the most important step has been completed, and he has now gained the trust of Barty.

At the beginning, he put himself on the side that actively questioned him, letting Little Batty explain first, and then created a sense of gap in his heart. Although Little Batty still feels a little disgusted with him because of Lucius. But it also maintained trust.

"We should go now, my father may come back at any time." Little Batty now suddenly twisted his head and began to look around, appearing very cautious.

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