Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

In the corridor, a brown cat was running fast. Hermione still maintains her cat's posture now, she wants to rush to the forbidden forest.

It doesn't matter if Luna says it is true or not.

Similarly, the conversation just now allowed her to connect a series of weird points before.

She remembered the dark and secretive breath.

Will it be related to him?

And Luna's patron saint curse just now, what is that for?

Within a short period of time, countless doubts emerged in my heart.

At this time, in the forbidden forest, Malfoy was nowhere to be seen. The mist was filled with thorns. Hermione looked at the invisible forest and shuddered. She quickly lifted her Animagus form. , I looked around for a long time.

I noticed the disgusting breath.

Looking up, it was a tall tree. Hermione raised her foot and kept getting closer. The closer she got to the tree, the stronger the feeling.

There is a very thin rectangle around the tree, as if it had been cut once.

"Torn apart!" Hermione kept her distance and gently raised her wand.

Unexpectedly relaxed, but Hermione’s face suddenly turned pale, and her amber pupils suddenly shrank.

The decadent smell and nausea reminded her of many bad memories.But there was nothing in front of her.

Hermione shone brightly and raised her magic wand and shouted:

Call God to guard!

Blazing flames!

The piece of cloth was curling and burning.

"Invisibility Cloak?" This concept suddenly emerged in her mind.

The dementor wore a broken black cloak.

The invisibility cloak was burned, revealing the hidden figure.

Except for Dumbledore's Patronus Charm that can kill the Dementor, most people can only retreat.

"Call God to guard!"

The dementor was forced to go back.

Hermione was out of breath.

She kept thinking about why the long-lost Dementor appeared in the Forbidden Forest.

At the same time, there is an explanation for the previous situation-why Firenze is so irritable and the scope of the territory is compressed.

When Malfoy disappeared, where did he come?For the dementor?When she thought of these evil creatures being hidden in the school, she felt a chill in her heart.

Did Voldemort conquer these monsters?

She was going to tell Professor McGonagall immediately.

"Miss Granger?"

She heard a scream from behind her, and immediately turned around.

"More than?"

"What are you doing here! Where's your master!"

Her gaze was on the dark cabinet behind Dobby.

It is hard to imagine that such a thin body can carry such a large box.

But in fact, the magic of house elves is very powerful. After all, it can solve the cleaning of the entire manor. A cabinet can't help them.

"What is this? And, what's the matter with the dementor hidden in the tree?" Hermione asked.

"Dobby wants to keep a secret." In fact, the IQ of the house elves is still not very high, and Dobby's anxious appearance can be said to expose a lot.

"Is your master in this cabinet now?"

Although I know that there is no logic in this sentence, it contains several key information.

But since it is so important, there must be an important connection.

"No, Dobby is going to keep a secret!" Dobby suddenly became nervous and shuddered all over.

He raised his finger, and a blue light came from between his fingers, and it had always been weak and attacked the wizard.

"Dobby is sorry Miss Granger, but Dobby must first be loyal to his master!"

"armor……"

Hermione was knocked down all at once

"Sorry, Dobby shouldn't resist" Dobby wiped away tears.

"But Dobby has to solve all this," he muttered, turned around, and continued to carry the strange cabinet.

But she didn't see Hermione who fell in the grass raising her wand to him.

"Faint!"

A flash of light hit Dobby, and his body was thrown high, his head slammed on the cabinet, and his whole body leaned against the side of the cabinet.

Hermione looked at this strange cabinet full of strange patterns, took a deep breath, held the wand high in her right hand, remained vigilant, and slowly opened her left hand.

"Fluorescence flickers!" She illuminated the dim cabinet, but did not find any strange sight.

What she didn't notice was that Dobby's arm shook insignificantly, aiming behind her.

A powerful impact came from behind him, and he rushed in.

The whole cabinet lost its balance and began to roll up along the long hillside

"Dobby made a mistake! Dobby made a mistake!" Dobby clutched his cheek and shook his head trying to catch up. He saw that every time it collided with a stone, there was a slight deformation. After reaching the flat ground, it was pitted, as if falling apart. Up.

On the other side of the cabinet, fortunately, Hermione had already passed through the vanishing cabinet. If not, her body might have been cut into countless pieces.

Almost as soon as she awoke, she felt the cold, both physically and psychologically.

She carefully observed her surroundings, and the only light came from the iron gate not far in front of her.

It was like a cellar here, and the light shot down from the top of the stairs, straight through the iron railings, and Hermione saw the dust escaping around her.

She looked back at the cabinet in front of her. If she guessed correctly, this cabinet was connected to the cabinet just now.

Her vigilance rose.

In unknown places, every time you stay there is more dangerous.

But it is unrealistic to return to the original path. Dobby hasn't followed for so long, which means it should be damaged.

Some magic items are very vulnerable, even after a very slight touch, not to mention just after a violent collision.

In order to verify, she took out a piece of parchment from her pocket.

Throwing into it, with a piercing sound, the complete parchment was cut in two, leaving a rough, as if torn.

It’s impossible to go back the same way. You must leave whether you are looking for information or looking for opportunities to leave.

And just on the floor, what greeted her?

At least Hermione didn't know it.

Malfoy, who was reporting information to Voldemort, did not know that another outsider had appeared in his home.

"Yes, this information is indeed very effective."

The light blue table top revealed a cold breath, and the long square table stretched from in front of Voldemort to the end of the hall.

The long table was full, and Malfoy was half-arched, looking humbly at the ground from the chair, waiting for Voldemort's review.

Voldemort leaned against the seat, squinting at his powerful hand with his scarlet eyes. He was slender and pale, like the fingers of spider legs gently shaking the blood red liquid in the transparent goblet. It exudes an intoxicating fragrance.

Malfoy successfully completed the "undercover" mission and returned to his own home.

"They are old faces that should have been damned ten years ago."

There was a thick stack of parchment on the table in front of Voldemort, and he flipped through it with his other hand.

Every time one opened, it quickly burned into ashes with sparks and dissipated in the air. On the parchment was the information of the school faculty and staff, and the recent situation.

In addition, there is a detailed map to any corner of Hogwarts.

It's as detailed as a live spot map, except for no dynamic changes, but this one was quickly burned.

Excellent wizards have strong memory, which is the most basic condition.

"Are you sure Potter is still at school."

"Master, he is Gryffindor." Malfoy said with a slightly humble smile.

"Yes, he is a Gran... Fendor!" Voldemort's tone changed suddenly.

"The people in that college have always had the courage of reckless people."

"For example, now, my loyal Nagini smells a very disgusting smell."

"That's the smell of Muggles."

"My Nagini ate too much Muggle. That is his favorite taste and the most familiar taste."

Malfoy's heart tightened, and he squeezed the wand in his cuffs, because Voldemort's gaze suddenly locked on him, and he kept walking, and then he realized that it was not him, but his back.

Voldemort didn't even lift his wand, but he raised his pale, long finger and pointed at his right front at random.

A stout red light shot out.

Pass by Malfoy's right cheek

With a muffled sound, a thin figure appeared in front of the crowd, and fell straight to the ground.

Who else could it be, naturally the hapless Miss Hermione.

History is always surprisingly similar.

Hermione under the phantom spell fell to the ground, losing her magical power, and gradually showing her form, she fell to the ground, the expression in her eyes gradually disappearing.

Long brown curly hair, scattered around her face.

Looking at the girl on the ground, Malfoy's pupils suddenly shrank, his fists were clenched, and cold sweat quickly flowed from the back of his neck to his back.

Even though his heart is turbulent, he can only temporarily remain silent and suppress his nervous mood..

"Heh, let's see, a Mudblood actually followed up where we were meeting..."

The vampires present suddenly showed their fangs, and the werewolf scratched his chest with his claws.

"I think about it, I recognize her, that's a good friend of Mr. Savior."

"What should I do with her."

"Kill her, it seems a bit too cheap for her." Voldemort showed a tangled expression, entanglement is an illusion.

The "tangled" here.Of course, I was worried about the choice of torture.

Malfoy forced himself to calm down. At this time, mobilizing the muscles of his face, his breathing became heavy, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes were staring at the fallen girl before him.

But trying to be as quiet as possible, but it can just catch Voldemort's attention.

"Draco? You seem to be very excited, do you hate her?" Voldemort was keenly aware of an extremely weak killing intent.

But not at him.

Perceiving something, he asked Malfoy playfully, the pale fingers playing with the magic wand full of powerful magic.

Refined contemplation is very energy intensive.

Voldemort was accustomed to a cursory sweep, and he could know the emotions of the crowd towards him.

It was a mixture of excitement and resentment, which he had temporarily peeked out of Malfoy.

The latter's nerves are extremely tense, but he still mobilizes his facial muscles, uses Occlumency to manipulate his brain, and quickly builds up memories that don't exist.

"In school, she broke my good deeds many times, and my school activities were broken by her countless times!" Malfoy made an expression of resentment and clenched his fists.

"Almost killed by her once."

"Slytherin coward! Coward, you dare not approach this monster at all."

Eagle Horse-Barcobic.

"Who said I dare not!"

Malfoy rushed over and was knocked to the ground.

Scanning lightly, I saw his shallow, or deliberate, shallow memory.

"Let's guess how this female mudblood sneaked in."

Malfoy's face suddenly turned pale.

"Maybe I was followed this time too!" The last trace of blood on his pale face quickly gathered away.

"Master, please forgive me for my fault." Malfoy said hurriedly.

Voldemort rubbed his palm, as if thinking about something, then suddenly smiled triumphantly.

"Of course I know that if this poor Mudblood lady knew she would come here and meet me, she would definitely not come."

"The group of Hogwarts didn't have time to escape. The only ones who dared to come were Gryffindor fools."

"Let me think about it."

"This is the manor of the Malfoy family."

"Everything here belongs to the owner of the manor, right?"

"Yes, because everything we have is owned by the master." Malfoy's heart beat faster and faster, and then answered humbly.

"Oh? I don't really want this answer. I just suddenly felt that it would be great if the real host greeted the guests."

"Then it's up to you to shame her, I can feel that this mudblood may be a hard bone, and the Heart Drill may be useless."

"I remember, UU reading www.uukanshu.com For female Muggles and witches, there is a way to completely collapse them, right?..." Voldemort almost explicitly hinted.

"Of course, this requires you to make a certain sacrifice. After all, you may be reluctant to accept this mudblood. Maybe a werewolf or a vampire can also?"

"I don't mind. After all, hatred is the only way to wash it with your own hands." Malfoy tugged at the muscles of his face, his shoulders trembling slightly, showing a kind of excitement of getting a grudge and getting what he wanted, but looking In Hermione's eyes, there was another just right disgust.

"Then leave it to you. I believe you will be satisfied. In addition, I will finally have a reasonable explanation as to how she followed. Maybe, I can give us some information about the savior." Voldemort licked. Licking his pale lips seemed to be thinking of something interesting.

The Dark Lord agreed with Malfoy's statement, as if he was going to execute the Mr. Potter himself..

For him now, interrogation in person is somewhat inconsistent with his identity.

Malfoy only then slowly breathed a sigh of relief, relieved.