Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"What on earth do you want to do? Miss Delacour?" Malfoy's footsteps moved slowly, as if he wanted to walk from the stairs to the stage, face to face with Dumbledore, and when he was the closest to Fleur, he was in her Not far from his profile face, he asked in a voice that only two of them could hear, but his tone of voice was filled with excitement that could not be concealed.

"Help you." Her lips fluttered, her eyes flickered, and then she fell silent again, without saying anything, as if she was frightened by the sudden change.

An inexplicable sense of astonishment emerged from Malfoy's heart, and then another emotion suddenly prevailed again.

"Draco, put down the wand, we can talk now." Dumbledore's voice seemed to have a magical power to persuade the boy to give up resistance, so much so that he still calls him by his first name instead of his last name.

"Please forgive me for rejecting." The young man faintly rebuffed. The unavoidable wizard stared at each other, not afraid of his concealed mind in his blue eyes.

"I can guarantee your personal safety. Everything is still unclear, right? Mr. Crouch still needs to be verified. It does not mean that you will be locked in Azkaban." Dumbledore Frowning, but still patiently speaking in a gentle tone.

The old man was also a little confused at this time, and he didn't know why the situation developed like this.

"I can guarantee it myself." Malfoy said faintly, and the wand against Fleur's throat suddenly left quickly, blocking him, and a sharply angled white light seemed to hit an invisible mirror surface, and was bounced off. It hit the ceiling.

"Professor Moody, sneak attacks are not a good habit, it's disgraceful." Malfoy shook his head.

"Heh." Moody sneered and put his wand behind his back.

"Professor Dumbledore, you won't take action, are you? I know you will take care of the students present and the hostages in my hands." Malfoy raised his eyebrows.

The old man was lost in thought, and his blue eyes sparkled with a symbol of thinking.

"My daughter, what happened to her? Who can tell me?" At a long table, a woman tossed her golden hair, screamed hysterically, as if she couldn't bear the shock, suddenly He fell on the table and caused another riot.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, someone fainted here!" someone shouted.

"Mom!" Fleur whispered, taking a step forward involuntarily, but was held back by Malfoy's wand again.

"You chose the road yourself. It's not so easy to regret now." He reminded the girl in an insignificant voice.

"Okay, I'll let you go." At the same time, Dumbledore who was not far away seemed to have made up his mind and said slowly.

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The Triwizard Tournament has undergone unexpected changes for everyone. As one of the referees, Crouch actually practiced favoritism more than a decade ago, allowing his son to escape the sanctions of the law, which is even more frightening and unacceptable. Yes-Voldemort is resurrected, and the assistants are even Hogwarts students.

Even Malfoy, who planned it all by himself, couldn't think of it.

The incident broke away from his control once again, the butterfly's wings seemed to be stronger and stronger, and the violent storm became more difficult to resist.

According to his original idea.

Voldemort's resurrection did not achieve the result he wanted. Afterwards, both of his eyes at Hogwarts lost contact, plus Dumbledore appeared at the node of his resurrection at just the right time, giving him a good reason. Believe that a traitor appeared under his men.

And the range is extremely small,Either Malfoy or Little Crouch, the object of suspicion would only be limited to the two.

And if today's incident were widely circulated, Voldemort would know that neither of them had betrayed him, but was exposed because of little Crouch's mistakes. After all, no one could survive the effects of Veritaserum.

But it was not enough to dispel the suspicious man's suspicions, so Malfoy needed something similar to his name.

Going to Azkaband for a "vacation", maybe this is a good plan, maybe it can also compile some of Voldemort's "sympathy"?

He doesn't have this kind of feeling himself, but in order to gather his subordinates, sometimes he still needs to show some kind of human feelings.

In the near future, Voldemort will go to the prison and reorganize his power, and Malfoy, who was still in prison at that time, will also be greatly trusted by the Dark Lord after "regaining his freedom".

After all, being caught in Azkaban can completely declare the "severance" of the relationship between Dumbledore and the Malfoy family.

If Voldemort had reason to doubt the loyalty of this family before, it might have been vacillating between black and white, and now there will be no more doubts.

On the contrary, if Malfoy continues to be in school, he will not be able to collect more meaningful information.

Therefore, not long ago, I only needed to pretend to be a bit stubborn after Crouch's testimony, and then I could start my Azkaban vacation smoothly.

However, this fairly sound concept was broken today.

He couldn't figure out what Fleur wanted to do.

This girl rushed towards him like crazy at the time, and he subconsciously restrained her, and the subsequent plot inevitably led to hostage-taking and negotiation.

He just glanced at Furong's eye-catching eyes and fell into another extreme emotion.

Not obsessed.

It was cautious and vigilant. At that moment, it was as if the whole world was deceiving him. He couldn't believe anyone. He lost the ability to think, and only relied on instinct to fight against everyone hysterically.

"What do you want to do?" he asked coldly. The two of them had already arrived in the forbidden forest at this time, surrounded by thorns and damp mist. A griffin was pecking something with its head down not far away. .

With the help of moonlight, it was barely able to distinguish the appearance of the griffon. It was a brownish-yellow, with eye-catching scarlet feathers on the chest. The muscles on the chest were extremely developed. The tall body indicated its strength. Around the forelegs It is surrounded by a circle of silver feathers, the sharp claws stepped in the mud, and the blade was temporarily hidden. The most breathtaking thing is its eyes, which are like living flames, which are like gems under the background of the night. Dazzling like red.

The powerful wings flapped constantly, seeming to flutter at any time.

It’s just that all of this is illusory. It was achieved by Transfiguration. Malfoy lightly shook the wand in his hand. The magical creature that was at the top of the food chain just now began to gradually fade away from its feathers, slowly shrinking, and finally It was restored to a bench and stayed quietly.

It seemed that a material was found randomly in the auditorium just now as a means of leaving.

Griffins can fly, and they are a good choice as a means of transportation. Malfoy went around for a while, but finally chose to return to Hogwarts.

It makes sense to be dark under the light.

"Superb Transfiguration." Furong's azure blue eyes glanced over there and quickly muttered.

"As for my purpose, I just want to help a person who may have been sucked up by the dementor to save his life." Furong raised her swan-like neck and said proudly, answering Malfoy's question positively.) Download the free reader!!