Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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The story begins.

In the extreme cold of the far north, there is a ferocious dragon dormant.

Grey scales cover almost the whole body, from the trunk of the upper body to the horns, gradually transitioning from gray to black. Walking down the spine, a pair of extremely strong wings stretch out abruptly. Many scales turn upside down. It seemed as if a sharp blade had grown from one of his bones.

The green eyes resemble clear emerald gems, and the scars around the eye sockets are like the accumulation of countless black rocks that have experienced vicissitudes of life.

As soon as his wings are lifted, a violent snowstorm will blow up from the snowfield, and with a wave of his claws, the towering snow-capped mountains will collapse.

It does not need to eat. It can sustain its life by drinking snow and ice. Many of these are creatures of the same dimension as those subspecies of dragons, and they possess wisdom that is close to or even more than that of humans.

But he is greedy by nature.

Love wealth, brutal and murderous.

The dragon relies on its almost infinite magic power and strong physique to invade unscrupulously, from wealthy villages, towns, to an entire country, destroying them step by step, overturning countless buildings, sometimes burning the city, sometimes freezing thousands of miles.

In this process, countless wealth was collected, and a magnificent palace was uplifted out of thin air from the originally pure white and clear ice world, purely made of gold.

And at night, he went back and fell asleep in the palace, occasionally using his sharp claws to grab some of his trophies, a contented viewer,

As dragons, they like shiny things. He tries his best to plunder. There are countless treasures hidden in the palace where he lives. His pillow is a square pillow strung with countless pearl chains. The bed is also made of pure gold. It is made, reinforced by magic, and the light and shadow above the head is the largest night pearl in the world.

In short, all the extravagant things in the world are used by it.

He doesn't care if others laugh at his so-called "vulgar" taste, he only knows that it is enough for him to feel pleasure.

Xia Chong can't speak Bing, and how can these inferior races understand his happiness?

The only value of their existence is to collect good treasures, and then make them more convenient to plunder.

Countless warriors, knights, and even the united army sent out dragon slaying teams, holding their swords high, but couldn't even touch his skin. One breath, the poor group of humans turned into ice sculptures, more beautiful, Turned into one of his collections, the ugly ones may be completely frozen underground.

Like all clichéd plots, it has captured the wealth of the royal family while destroying another country.

A young girl with a sad expression stood and stood firmly in front of him who was about to leave.

"Oh, another fish that slipped through the net." He opened his mouth wide, opened his sharp teeth, and prepared to breathe for a while to kill the human girl.

But, just after he inhaled.

His emerald pupils shrank.

The girl's cold eyes pierced his heart in an instant.

He had never thought that one day he could see that kind of stubborn emotion in the eyes of human beings, and that pierced hatred would arouse his interest.

Maybe it was a dragon with no females nearby, maybe the girl's eyes were too clear.

An inflated greed madly breeds in his heart, and he suddenly feels that all the wealth he has obtained before can be discarded, as long as the girl is willing to follow him willingly.

That is instinct from the blood, which cannot be resisted.

"I am conquered." Heilong opened his mouth wide, staring with his dark blue fierce eyes, and commanded the girl in human language.

The girl is stubborn, even in the face of death threats.

"You are too cruel, I can't be conquered by you, unless you don't kill anymore, then I might consider it." The girl said coldly.

"Always? That's not realistic." The evil dragon shook his head.

"Ten years, how about ten years?" The girl raised her head and said stubbornly.

It was extremely accidental, on a whim, he moved such a moment of compassion.

"Ten years? It's just a dream."

"But you must remember this oath." The dragon said.

Then the air on the wall suddenly turned cold, and layers of ice froze from the girl's feet to her head.

Staring at this ice sculpture, he felt that everything was boring. The sharp bone spurs inserted into the corner of the ice block, thus leaving the frozen girl.

He convinced himself that it was because he was bored that he opened his eyes to this girl.

Not for any other reason-such as the ridiculous "love".

He felt that he might just suddenly get bored of this life.

The dragon then abandoned the palace, and his huge body dived under the glacier and fell into a deep sleep.

For a long-lived dragon, ten years is nothing.

But when he woke up again.

He was horrified to find that his claws were dull and his teeth were no longer sharp.

The wings are no longer strong, and they used to swing at will, which can set off a huge northern wind, but now they are dead.

He quickly weakened.

he died.

Dead in boundless despair.

He lost his strength and died so badly as a dog.

As the ice gradually melted, the girl still looked at the dragon that had imprisoned her for more than ten years indifferently, without expression, and then the snowflakes fell again and covered her body.

In this world, it seems that there is no existence that can conquer her.

The story is over.

"It sounds like there are no ups and downs at all, yes, there are many things in this world, but they are illogical, and the sudden turn makes more laughable than the poetry of our bards. For example, the love of the dragon may be due to its aesthetics. Among them was an ugly human girl, and she was released."

"I don't know what I want to tell you in this story, because there are many things in the world that are far-fetched and interpreted. People only want to see what they want and ignore objective things. "

"What do you think about this story?"

"Maybe, what you think, you will get the answer in the future."

The last yellowed page of the book seems to be the self-portrait of the bard, staring at the reader outside of the writing with a mocking gaze, with sly eyes rolling.

"What does this mean?" Ron scratched his red hair and frowned, staring at the book in front of him, then turned the page and closed it again.

Hermione came to the library and found two people among a row of bookshelves.

Show them this story.

Evil is rewarded?

The evil dragon gave up and continued to do evil, but in the end the girl didn't fall in love with him and died.

Hermione frowned: "There must be something else." Then she shook her head, and decided not to think about it for now.

Now she felt a little tired, tilted her head, raised her hand to cover her lips, and yawned slightly against the row of dark bookshelves.

"By the way, Harry, where's your invisibility cloak?"

Harry, who had been silent just now, had been staring at the floor, not knowing what he was thinking, and hadn't even noticed Hermione's question.

"Ah? What are you talking about." He seemed to be relieved at this moment.

"Your invisibility cloak." Hermione repeated.

"Maybe it was stolen by the person who knocked you out."

"What?" Hermione's face was very surprised.

"Your invisibility cloak is in Dumbledore's office?"

"Maybe not here." Harry shook his head.

"After the principal fell into the other side of the curtain, maybe he had borrowed from me, but he couldn't find it among the relics." Harry said disappointedly.

Hermione's face soon showed disappointment.

Another clue was interrupted.