Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy shook the map in his hand and unfolded it again.

On the yellowed parchment was a map of Hogwarts, and there were still no people near the bathroom on the second floor of the castle.

"If you say you want to leave, now is a good time." Malfoy said, looking at the map.

An unspeakable bitterness immediately appeared on Pansy's face, and a dull pain in his heart began to spread.

She suddenly regretted it again, why did she do this.

Why become sensible.

"Then if you won't come back, I should still be able to see you, right." Pansy asked nervously, she still feels that she may miss too much, which has led to hallucinations.

Dreams will wake up at any time.

"There will be a chance, don't worry." Malfoy said relieved.

But in fact, he didn't know when he would meet next time.

Returning this time, perhaps for a long time, we must try hard to gain more trust in Voldemort.

He needs to find a chance to solve Nagini.

"Okay, goodbye! Draco." Pansy took a deep breath, said decisively, and decided to leave without looking back, so that she wouldn't really hesitate.

"Wait." Malfoy stopped her, making Pansy a little excited.

But actually it didn't really stop her.

But he then called out again: "Dobby!"

A well-dressed house elf in a dark tuxedo appeared in front of him.

"Master Draco! Are you back? The Master and Madam will be very happy."

Malfoy didn't answer, he leaned down and said something quietly in Dobby's huge right ear.

Dobby said tremblingly, "Dobby promises to complete the task! Please rest assured Master Draco!"

Following Pansy's footsteps, the girl looked back at him reluctantly, and then stepped into the cabinet door again.

I don't know when the two will meet again.

Malfoy also removed the lock on the iron door, stepped up the stairs, returned to the surface, and proceeded to the next step.

In an inconspicuous room in Malfoy Manor, a beautiful blond woman sits in front of the dressing table with a haggard look. She looks at the bronze mirror in front of her face, but she makes no move to dress up.

This woman was just in a daze, killing this unbearable time.

Suddenly, she heard the creak of the wooden door being pushed.

But didn't look up

"Why did you come back so early today? Has the work that the Dark Lord entrusted you been done? Is there news from Draco?" She said without looking up.

She thought it was her husband who came back, and asked casually.

The long wait gave her enough patience.

"Mom?" Malfoy yelled from the door, her voice changed a little, but Narcissa still heard it all at once.

"Draco?"

She raised her head in a panic, her eyes filled with an expression of surprise for an instant, then she hurriedly got up and rushed towards the door, not minding that her leg accidentally kicked the coffee table next to her feet, almost stumble.

Then rushed to her child.

Tears gleamed in her eyes, and then tears quickly flowed down her face.

He put his child in his arms.

The haggard and godless appearance finally eased, and his brows stretched.

"Draco, you finally came back." Her wrists tightened her arms around her baby.

"Isn't this good for me? Mom?" Malfoy couldn't resist his mother's reaction.

But he also knew that he could not push away for sure.

He also looked quite guilty at this time.

In any case, they worried for too long.

But he couldn't have any contact with this side, even the frequency of communication with Dumbledore through the double-sided mirror, he seemed very restrained to avoid leaks.

"I'm not dreaming, am I? Draco?" Narcissa held Malfoy's cheek.

"No, Mom, I really came back." He repeated it once.

"Just come back, just come back." Narcissa said, clutching her chest.

"Draco, you must be hungry? Dobby!" She called the house elf at home.

"He should not be here, I sent him out to do something."

"Then what do you want to eat, mom will make it for you."

Narcissa was a bit reluctant to say anything. Her child came back. This was a news that surprised her too much. She had forgotten the fact that she actually didn't know how to cook.

After all, I am used to being pampered.

"No need, mom, I have eaten." Malfoy explained.

Her emotions gradually eased, and her bewilderment eased somewhat.

Soon, the mother and son moved into the living room. Even though Malfoy refused, a sumptuous meal was served and placed on the long table.

Most of them are ready-made products.

"You haven't encountered any danger along the way?"

"No." Malfoy told the truth, all the dangers encountered during this outing were within the scope of his ability to resolve.

"You see that you have lost a lot of weight, and you must have suffered a lot. It is because your mother has not protected you."

"Don't worry, your father will take care of all this and won't let you go to jail." She turned to comfort her child.

Azkaban collapsed and was destroyed, but a new prison was built.

Malfoy had nothing to worry about.

There shouldn't be any courageous Aurors around Voldemort.

Although he has not met with the Dark Lord now, he must have gained enough trust.

Although the painstaking plan of entering Azkaban could not be realized, but drifting and wandering outside, openly holding hostages, it can be regarded as a fame.

The breaking of the prophecy ball did not happen, and his father did not go to jail. He even held a certain share of the "Prophet Daily" and had a high right to speak.

In Voldemort's camp, the position is high.

Played a great role.

Especially now that the Dark Lord has almost no capable officers.

The Malfoy family is valued and reused.

This is also the result he needs.

The opportunity to get close to Voldemort meant that Nagini could be exposed to his sight and could find more gaps.

There is definitely no need for Hogwarts to go back.

It's just that some necessary arrangements still need him to come forward.

Narcissa then looked at her child distressedly. She rolled up Malfoy's cuff, leaving a lot of scratches on his arm.

The pale face now showed a healthy dark color, with a little green stubble growing around the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry, the Dark Lord is now our backer, you have contributed so much to him, he will definitely help you."

Malfoy nodded.

"I have to tell your father the news, he will definitely be very happy." Narcissa wiped her tears and pointed her fingers out the window.

"Narcissa, Dumbledore is dead, at his funeral...Draco may be able to..." Lucius's voice came from outside the door, and then he pushed the door. Into.

The tail of the silver silk robe was put into the room first, and then a tall but slender man stepped in and hung his hood on the pole.

"It's rare, you actually took the initiative to eat, Cissy." He said without looking up.

After Malfoy escaped from Hogwarts, his wife hadn't eaten on time for a long time, and had become gaunt and thin.