Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The next day was Halloween, which also happened to be Saturday. Early in the morning, the Goblet of Fire was already full of students.

"Come on!" Some students cheered for those who are trying to challenge, and some of them still held cups and bread filled with milk and watched enthusiastically.

A male student is dragging his body tremblingly, walking towards the direction of the Goblet of Fire. If it is just a straight-line distance, it only takes more than ten seconds to trot this distance, but It's such a distance, for these students, it seems like a moat.

"I can't take it anymore!" Just when the male student's hands were shaking constantly, just when he was about to touch the goblet of fire and could throw his name in, he roared, then turned around and ran, ignoring other people. Disgusted look.

No one will laugh at you too much if you are weak, but such a gaffeful failure does not give people too good feelings, and he seems to have succeeded. This kind of person who gives up at the last moment is regrettable. Some contempt.

Only Malfoy noticed that the student's face was covered with sweat, his arms were loose, his eyes were half hollow and half scared.

"It's not like that old man's style." Malfoy shook his head.

Dumbledore’s style has always been gentle, advocating love and tolerance. In the original trajectory, there was an unsatisfied student (the Weasley brothers) who hoped to be able to trick the spell with age-increasing potions, and the result was only to attract everyone. Laughing beard is nothing but the appearance of the boy just now is completely unreasonable.

Malfoy walked straight over, and as soon as he stepped into the range of the red line, he felt an invisible sense of oppression.

"Still within the normal range." Malfoy nodded and said Xin.

But if the road behind has maintained this level, then Dumbledore is too incompetent.

Sure enough, the more back you walked, the stronger the sense of oppression became stronger. The surrounding air seemed to form a wall and pressed from all directions, and as long as you retreated, the pressure would suddenly decrease.

The way to relieve stress is to use magic. Malfoy tried it out. As long as he uses magic in this area, he will feel a little less pressure. The higher the difficulty and the higher the magic requirements, the better the effect will be. If you can keep using it all the time, the pressure on your body will disappear a lot, but in the same way, the closer you get, the more difficult it is to use magic.

It is equivalent to setting up suppression at the same time on the physical and magical levels, and the use of magic can slightly relieve some of the former's constraints.

"A way to test magic power." Malfoy's heart suddenly understood. Obviously, the magic set by Dumbledore can directly screen out most of the students whose magic power is not up to the standard, and it is not enough to support their safe competition.

After all, magic is the most intuitive indicator to measure the strength of a wizard, and a wizard without blue is really inferior to an ordinary person.

The only way to break through this level that seems to have set up many "obstacles" is to constantly wave the wand and use magic to reduce the pressure on yourself. The more difficult it is to maintain the spell in the later stage, students who have withstood the test. Faced with double pressure, it will appear to be exhausted.

Of course, this didn't have much effect on Malfoy. He chose to go through the level according to Dumbledore's original intention, using magic all the way, and he was familiar with the road until the Goblet of Fire.

If it were earlier, Malfoy might have spent some time here, but since Slytherin got the method to make the nameless potion, this problem no longer exists.

His magic power at this time is no less than that of an adult, even more than that.

"Oh, it turned out to be like this." Malfoy stopped his footsteps abruptly when he walked in front of the Goblet of Fire. It was only then that he realized that a malicious magic was also imposed on the glass. Forcibly projecting something he fears in the mind of the person trying to get closer, some like a weakened dementor,

This is equivalent to evoking the fear hidden in the hearts of those students. The previous emotions were used to fight for the honor. Now after undergoing such a test, they are bound to be calmer and weaker-willed. The male student just now fled.

Now what appeared in Malfoy's mind was his throat pierced by the sharp fangs of the fire dragon, and the scene of drowning in the black lake. For other students, maybe something else was projected.

Of course, these had no effect on him, and his determined mind made him not have to rely on Occlumency, nor would he be afraid of these illusions.

Just after Malfoy threw his name into the goblet of fire lightly, he heard an exclamation from behind him.

"Well, Dumbledore must have never thought of this way of participating." Malfoy looked at Neville who came behind him, his mouth twitched, and there were other ways besides using the normal way to pass the level.

Neville was standing behind him now, with beads of sweat on his face, his chest rising and falling, and breathing heavily.

Even though Neville's mood had changed last semester, and he was eager to change the situation he was in, it was obvious that Neville's progress could not be so great that he could break through this magic positively.

After all, his talent is not too ideal, and he was even suspected of being a dumb gun by his family.

But this time his actions have exceeded everyone's expectations.

"What an enviable physical quality." Malfoy thought, he couldn't help but look at Neville a few more times. His previous image was always cowardly and honest, but now he has been completely changed. It can be called strong, not puffy.

And since he has arrived here, it means that he has overcome his inner fear.

"Dumbledore would have come here purely on physical fitness." Malfoy thought slightly "malicious", expecting to see the old man surprised.

"Congratulations." Malfoy raised his eyebrows.

"Thank you." Neville said gratefully.

The two exchanged briefly, but their voices were so low that no one could hear them.

The students behind them invariably applauded. In any case, those who can pass the test are worthy of respect.

"Your limelight was robbed by that little fat guy." After Malfoy stepped down, Fleur walked to him and immediately laughed and joked.

"Maybe." Malfoy shrugged and said meaninglessly.

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