Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

A broad green shadow blocked the two of them.

Snape turned his sallow face toward Malfoy, and his dull face made others think he was seriously ill.

The pair of black eyes seemed like black holes, absorbing all the light around them.

"Come with me." Snape repeated to him blankly, without any extra explanation, as if it were an order, tough and could not be rejected.

Seeing Pansy holding his arm tightly, he looked a little worried.

"Miss Parkinson, you won't use it, and don't worry, I'm just talking to Draco." Snape seemed to see through the girl's mind and proactively explained.

Then he turned around, with his hands behind his back, and walked forward with a gloomy look, not worried that Malfoy would not keep up with him.

"We have a chance to chat, I won't disappear now, you go to dinner first." Malfoy said a few words softly in Pansy's ear, comforted, rubbed her short hair, and followed that closely. Behind the shady man.

Snape touched a portrait with his magic wand. It was a soldier with a golden round shield. The shield was lifted to reveal a step.

"The Dark Lord told me. His disobedient subordinates may have caused you some minor troubles. I hope they will not delay your trip. Of course, it seems that you are late now. McGonagall originally planned to make an official announcement at the morning meeting in the morning. The news, but it's now postponed." Snape raised his shiny wand and walked while talking to his students in a very low voice.

"It's a little trouble." Malfoy nodded, at least making him late.

The two of them walked all the way to the basement along the black steps. A damp breath filled the surroundings. The air was humid and mixed with the smell of herbs and mud.

"I think it's better for the two of us to stay alone less so as not to be suspicious." Malfoy lowered his voice.

"It was McGonagall who asked me to let you stay here. She thought it would be better for you to show up again in the evening. It was convenient for her to tell the students the news. It seemed that there was already a little turmoil just now, but even so, She is still willing to let you take her test first, maybe she thinks her questions are very important."

"Maybe it can help you get more points on the exam."

Snape sneered, it seemed to him that worrying about the exam was a very ridiculous thing.

Snape found his table and sat down.

Suddenly, the long wooden table in front of Snape suddenly sank partly, and with a swish, a letter came up from the bottom of the table, got into Snape's hands, and was then opened.

That is a newspaper.

Today's "Daily Prophet"

"Look, today's newspaper, but I guess it might not be necessary." Snape pushed the newspaper over and stopped at the edge of the table.

"I don't think it's necessary." Of course Malfoy knew what was inside and shook his head.

"Okay, I hope you can accept or cooperate with what I'm talking about."

"What's the matter? Professor Snape." Malfoy walked to a somewhat rotten but spotless bookshelf, pulled out a copy of "Advanced Potions Technique" from it, and flipped through it casually.

Snape took a breath.

"You need to be a "normal" student." He said calmly.

"Normal? Am I not normal enough now? Professor Snape, or what you said is normal to make me take fewer points on the test paper? Become mediocre?" Malfoy inserted the book back into the shelf, looked up, and looked up. The unavoidable one and Snape looked at each other and joked.

"Do you mean the Dark Lord?" Malfoy added.

"You don't have to pretend to be a fool." Snape's tone became indifferent and pointed.

"Well, I have to say, my mother is very courageous." Malfoy sighed suddenly, as if he knew what was going on.

"Narcissa begged me for a long time. She didn't want you to take any risks. I considered the friendship with your father before agreeing to her. I will help you with the Dark Lord and give you some information." Snape was cold. Say.

The normality just mentioned is obviously normal in the true sense.

Rather than pretending to be "normal", they walk on the edge of danger to spy on intelligence.

"What good is that for you? Professor Snape, I don't remember that you were a helpful person and risked disobeying the Dark Lord's orders."

"Your parents will owe me a favor, and it may be useful in the future." Snape gradually became impatient, and his tone became more and more gloomy, as if saying this was against his own character.

"Favor? What's the use of your favor, Professor Snape?" Malfoy questioned.

Snape fell silent.

"But I'm happy to relax. Professor, if you don't mind being tired, I have no other opinion." As if he felt a bit aggressive, Malfoy eased his interrogation.

Moving his fingertips, he put the copy aside, and took the "Daily Prophet" which he had no interest in.

Some stories about him are probably written above, briefly summarized.

It was like putting him in the Muggle's most powerful washing machine and adding countless bleaching agents to the whitewash again.

Of course this is how Muggles describe it.

In the words of a wizard, it should be "cleaned up"

"Well, I should go now."

With a glance and ten lines, after reading the report about himself as if passing the time, Malfoy turned around and left without realizing that he was being helped.

Snape stared at him from behind, remembering how Narcissa pleaded with him.

"Severus, I beg you, Draco will definitely be closely monitored at school. If he is found again, I am afraid of him..." Narcissa's haggard face flashed from Snape's mind one after another.

He would have a "soft heart" moment, but Snape didn't want to deny it.

Because there is no point in deceiving yourself.

Maybe I really thought of her.

What they have in common-they are both mothers.