Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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Although the process was twists and turns, Malfoy finally got what he wanted.

He squeezed the somewhat swollen pockets of his shirt, his heart was certain, and his nervous mood relaxed a little.

But when he had stepped out of the door and was about to leave, his heart suddenly tightened.

He was keen, and quickly realized that something was wrong with the surrounding atmosphere, and the killing and the extreme sense of oppression hit his heart heavily.

This is some intuition brought to him by six months of survival in the jungle.

Now he was like facing a hungry beast that had just been awakened, looking for food.

The castle of Hogwarts has now woken up.

From downstairs came the uniform sound of stepping, the sound of friction and collision between the iron sheets, and the sound of thumping on Malfoy's heart, resonating with it, for a time as if the entire castle was trembling with it.

In addition to the steel guards, there are all kinds of strange stone beasts. The ugly stone sculptures and iron statues that used to be close to the aisles all seemed to come to life in an instant.

He suddenly realized that perhaps his invasion had been discovered.

The phantom curse can deceive their vision to a certain extent, but the black steel torrent slowly advances, and it is also a difficult thing to do. Even the chandelier on the ceiling is deformed into a sharp rotating blade at this time. Turning back and forth along the corridor extending in all directions.

The phantom spell is not a spell that can completely make oneself transparent. It can only be visually shielded. It will still be hit by the spell and will be physically disturbed.

He guessed that Flitwick had even joined the search, and the violent wind agitated in the aisle suddenly, like sharp blades, brushing his side, making him have to deal with it.

Perhaps it was Dumbledore's "death" that made Professor McGonagall and other teachers very vigilant and went to war for it.

All the iron shelves "guarding" the aisles are now alive, and they have become the Iron Legion uniformly, searching for their target-the invader.

In a dim corridor.

Professor McGonagall’s wand is like a baton,Instructing them to move forward slowly and neatly, behind her, there were two students who were a little embarrassed, with blood stains on their faces and bruises on their hands.

Myrtle was floating on Professor McGonagall's shoulders at this time, waving her hands, making urgent gestures.

She seems to have lost her ability to speak..

Professor McGonagall rescued her from the armor not long ago.

"Poor Myrtle, ugly Myrtle, Myrtle changed her name to Silly Tiny Girl today!" Pippi also jumped up and down mocking her.

"Shut up! Peppy ghost!" Professor McGonagall scolded harshly.

The current Myrtle was floating in the air, as if she had lost her soul, and she couldn't speak a complete sentence.

At this time, Malfoy began to rush all the way along the walkways of Hogwarts, evading the search for the steel armor.

He didn't open the live spot map, which was also lying quietly in his pocket.

Because the spot map is not useful now, because those armor guards cannot have their own names.

The various secret passages in the castle extend in all directions.

Malfoy was tossing and turning, relying on his memory, for a while, he quickly shuttled through the wide aisle, and then sneaked in the secret passage, but almost every aisle was filled with black steel guards.

He cautiously avoided, searching his own memory, looking for a way to go out, but it seems that judging from the current movement, the aisle was almost filled with these armored soldiers.

He tried his best to try all possible, but the agitating sound from his eardrums reminded him all the time—there was no way.

Suddenly, he thought of a good place to go. He accelerated his figure even more in the secret road, turning back and forth.

"Sting!", the oil painting hanging on the side wall of a corridor was brutally pierced from behind. It shows a knight holding a javelin high and preparing to charge, but now it droops as the canvas tears When he stepped down, Malfoy stepped on the solid wooden frame and jumped from above, hitting his heel on the soft carpet, but there was no sound.

"Restore as before." Malfoy waved his wand for the first time, chanting a spell, and restored the torn oil painting, because he couldn't leave a trace.

He glanced quickly to the left and right and behind him.

It seems that the vicinity of this walkway has not been searched, but it will soon.

It's just in front of his eyes, not an exit.

Because a door blocked his way, but it was exactly what he needed.

The old door had no handles or keyholes, only a polished wooden board with an eagle-shaped bronze knocker on it.

A petite figure suddenly appeared in Malfoy's mind. The girl's eyes were always foggy, behaving in a daze, and occasionally making jaw-dropping movements.

Because now in front of his eyes is Ravenclaw's lounge.

Having the "question" answer as a password seems to be a good stopover.

It just happened to be able to shut out those thoughtless things.

Of course, the premise is that he can not be blocked first.

Malfoy walked to the door and tapped it quickly and briskly a few times before the knocker made a dull sound.

"Come here, please lift the spell on you first."

Malfoy did what he said, and lifted the phantom curse on his body, and his figure immediately appeared in front of the door.

The gate also began to ask questions.

"What is swaying red, hot like flames, but not fire? When your heart beats, it will blaze. Cover your ears and you will hear its sound, but when you die , He will get cold?"

Then with a gentle whisper, Ravenclaw's door asked his own question.

"Surge blood." Malfoy thought about it, gave the answer, and then knocked on the door several times.

"Come in." The door creaked and opened it actively.

Malfoy immediately followed, stepping back and forth into the lounge, and the door to Ravenclaw's lounge closed quickly.

It's just that before he had time to observe the surrounding environment, he was surprised that he had hit something head-on.

He pulled out his wand alertly, wanting to fight back.

But she found a girl sitting on the floor in front of her, rubbing her pair of dim, as if not awake eyes, and looked up at him.

The eyes of the two met in an instant.

It was the girl who responded more quickly, or that Malfoy chose to be silent to deal with the current situation.

She spoke first.