Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Perhaps Salazar did not fully translate, and the next experiment was even more cruel, making him give up in disgust, perhaps the despicable Helbo just wrote here, in short, there are no more clues.

But it is enough.

Facts have also proved that the despicable Helbo should have failed. In the next few hundred years, he will disappear in general. Otherwise, in terms of the character revealed in this record, he will definitely continue to stir the wind and rain. It is not completely without his information.

Maybe something went wrong with the Horcrux, he was still conscious, but on the contrary, it was as if he was imprisoned by himself, and he could never get rid of the shackles.

In order to avoid thought damage, Horcruxes generally choose a place to hide.

But this may also be a mistake. Voldemort's example shows that Horcruxes are weak when they lack power and need to confuse people to provide them with strength and resurrection capital. Otherwise, it will become a shackle that is difficult to break.

If his Horcrux has never been destroyed, then he may still be alive now

But it may be easier to die, if you are imprisoned in the illusion that you can't break free.

Who would want such eternal life?

After roughly scanning the information on the roll of parchment, Malfoy dropped him casually on one of the burning candles, and found that it was not damaged.

"Really stubborn." He shook his head, ready to change the way of handling, lit it with a fierce fire, and then threw it into the sea.

"Guardian guard!" He raised his wand, a black stone suddenly fell off the stone wall, rolled on the ground, bounced a few times, then expanded and changed a few times, and finally evolved into a guard holding a shield. Kneeling on one knee, guarding Furong's side.

He is about to go out of the cave now, and he has taken care of the hot potato in his hand. By the way, he hunted down. The fish has become a bit tired these days, so he needs to change his taste.

"It's really a surprise." Malfoy slapped his tongue, looked at the sleeping Fleur, and then touched the souvenir he had just left on his body.

For him, this was just a trivial injury, which could not even affect the action, but in Furong's dream, all this was completely different.

The bright red blood swayed under the shining of the purple candlelight, drawing an elegant arc, and Malfoy fell straight in front of the coffin, as if it had been customized for him.

The scarlet light in the girl's eyes suddenly bloomed like bright flowers, blooming beautiful bones, but the blood-red light suddenly weakened and languished, and the eyes returned to clearness.

Then she looked at the person who was stabbed to the ground by herself, and she fell into panic and regret instantly.

She stared at the blade in her hand for a few seconds and was at a loss.

Her mind is in a mess now, I don’t know why, she just stared at one of the candles, the candle's body flashed with a purple light, her head fell into chaos, and the ghost stabbed her body. People before.

A morbid and seductive voice said to her: "Kill him, and you will be with him forever. On this isolated island, just the two of you, don’t have to worry about external affairs, responsibilities and obligations. It has nothing to do with you."

These words are almost like a madman's babbling to a normal judgmental person, but to Furong, they are almost irresistible, because her judgment ability is almost completely lost.

"Quickly recover! Quickly recover!" Now she finally recovered some consciousness, waving her magic wand frantically at Malfoy who fell on the ground.

"This must be a dream." Looking at Malfoy falling in a pool of blood, Fleur shook her head in disbelief, took a deep breath, and knelt on the solid ground, trying to shake his body to wake him up. Then I realized that this would rupture the wound.

"Healing as before!" She barely calmed down at this time and had to deal with the wound first.

Fleur tore open the cuffs of Malfoy's upper body and decisively aimed his wand at the deep wound.

Under the milky white healing light, the scratched wound quickly closed, and new flesh grew, but after the wound healed, it quickly cracked and gurgled blood, and Furong's face suddenly showed joy and fell into it. Symbol of despair in the bottomless abyss.

She desperately watched the person in front of her gradually lose vitality, painful and weak.

Fortunately, this is indeed a dream.

She was awakened.

The real memory slowly emerged in my heart, as if the silk thread of the silkworm chrysalis was pulled away layer by layer, and my consciousness only stayed after scratching Malfoy, and was quickly stunned by him decisively.

Lotus wanted to straighten up, only to find that her body was covered with a thick blanket, which quickly slid down, and a bonfire was erected not far from her side. In the unventilated cave, there should be a flame of magic.

Brings a touch of warmth and realism.

Not far away, that huge coffin and a few weird candles had been completely destroyed, and that was also the culprit that caused her to fall into madness.

A somewhat ugly guard holding a shield high, kneeling on one knee, his stiff stone head creaking, twisting slowly, and performing his duties faithfully.

Furong looked at the empty surroundings, not knowing what time it was, she straightened up, and then touched a piece of parchment, which read: "I'll get some food back. Maybe you will stay overnight here today. Wake up and stay here, don’t move."

She stared at the note in a daze.

She looked really dragged, and Malfoy might still be injured now, but he was looking for food for her.

The dream scene kept flashing in her mind, repeating it again and again.

Her guarantee is so ridiculous that a person's relics can brush her around.

She hesitated for a while, then made a difficult determination, then turned over the parchment, and quickly wrote behind the blank.

Draco:

"This time we two stayed alone for a few months. Although I think it passed in an instant, in fact, the time is quite long, right?" This is her opening statement.

"I'm sorry, maybe I don't even have the courage to say sorry to you, the scar must be very painful?" Furong wrote apologetically.

"The first time I saw you was in the Gringa at Diagon Alley, right? You are still a little boy, okay, now too, but I feel mature all the time. You calmly resolved it then. Those dementors have saved many people. I still remember your patron saint who looked like a cock. Until now, I haven't used this spell too much."