Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The night before the war is about to be silent and stern.

The night sky above Malfoy Manor is hung with a bright full moon. Perhaps because of this, people in the manor can hear the loud roars of werewolves from time to time, one after another.

Underground, an interrogation is going on.

But there was neither torture nor abuse.

"I'm actually very curious about how you followed."

"It happened to be in the Forbidden Forest at that time?"

Malfoy sat in a chair and looked at Hermione. The girl was now dressed in a princess dress, with white lace embroidered on the cuffs, but to be precise, the imprisoned princess.

He would come to check it now and then from time to time, lest this smart girl ran away, it would be a very catastrophic thing.

If he really ran away, Voldemort would doubt him; if he ran into Voldemort's hands, he might not be so lucky.

Let her run, at least not now.

Faced with his question, Hermione naturally responded in silence, she wouldn't be silly and tell the truth.

Compared to anger, compared to shame.

She was filled with worry more.

"What are your dementors for? And, why are they..." Hermione spoke, but did not answer Malfoy's question.

"Miss Granger, I'm afraid you haven't figured out your position yet." Malfoy frowned.

"My right to speak to you is not for you to question me."

"Seal the throat and tongue." Malfoy waved his wand, he didn't show any pity.

Hermione's voice soon became silent.

Malfoy turned his head, snapped his fingers, and yelled casually, "Dobby?"

The loyal house-elf moved in in no time.

"Has the Hogwarts vanishing cabinet repaired?" He asked casually, seeing the vanishing cabinet opened in the cellar, and he almost guessed how things were going.

"It's fixed, Master."

"Dobby apologizes to you again." Dobby said sincerely.

"If Dobby had not been merciful, nothing like this would have happened."

"Sparkling?" He snapped his fingers, and another female house elf appeared.

"Look at her." He said casually, dipping out the black tea in the cup.

But just when Malfoy was about to get up and leave.

A sense of trembling that reached the soul suddenly appeared from the bottom of his heart, accompanied by the stern and sharp roar, with an incomparably terrifying penetrating power that penetrated the eardrum, and overwhelmed all werewolf voices.

Malfoy felt dizzy. No one except Voldemort could do it.

Hermione endured in pain, her hands were now wrapped in a few forbidden magic rings picked up by Malfoy from Newmontgard, and the wand was hidden elsewhere.

Weaker than ordinary Muggle girls, she can only cover her ears with her hands.

With a casual wave, Malfoy used his magic to block the horrible howl.

The girl's pain eased, and her brows gradually opened up.

"What is Voldemort doing?"

The two thought at the same time, an inexplicable understanding.

At the same time, in Hogwarts thousands of miles away, some people suffered even more.

Harry woke up from his sleep, he felt a sharp pain hitting his head, and his entire forehead seemed to be split.

Then came the panic from the heart, maybe I was going to die? This pain was more severe than ever.

"Ah!" He fell to the ground with a terrifying look, and the whites around his turquoise eyes were bloodshot in an instant, his hands firmly covered his forehead, and big beads of sweat kept dripping.

Harry felt that his soul seemed to be drawn from his body.

Pulling away is a bit inaccurate, more precisely it is peeling, but it is more rude than peeling, it seems to be torn apart crudely and crazy, the physical pain can be ignored, the mental torture makes people unable to resist, that makes people The frantic pain etched the nerves throughout his body.

Immediately disturbing his roommate, Ron reacted quickly and carried him to the infirmary with Sear's hands.

"Help Harry." they screamed.

When he got to the hospital bed, Harry was still rolling.

Furong has used many pain-relieving spells, but they have not worked.

Then, almost coincidentally, everyone seemed to hear the sound of a tight silk thread breaking.

Harry's twisting stopped and he quickly opened his eyes

"Harry? Are you all right" surrounded by many people, Ron, his godfather, Flitwick, almost all rushed over and looked at him with concern.

Harry shook his arm and touched the scar on his forehead.

"I'm going to Dumbledore's office." He didn't know why, but he said this in a ghostly manner, still a little confused and uncomfortable in his eyes.

"You are still not sure about your recovery..." Sirius frowned.

"Let him go." Furong's voice was clear and unquestionable."He is healed."

Harry cast a grateful look at Furong.

He left the infirmary, walking through the corridor, running, chanting the password, breaking through the ugly stone statues.

Dumbledore's office was still empty. On the iron branch behind the door, Fox was gone, and the silverware was still spinning on the table, emitting silvery white smoke.

In almost an instant, he saw the sorting hat on the compartment on the bookshelf, and rushed forward and grabbed it in his hand.

"Tap!" it said.

In Harry's hand, the naughty hat began to tremble, and some torn strips of cloth protruded from the torn brim.

Harry snapped him to his head all at once.

"When you lose yourself, the Sorting Hat can help you see yourself clearly." Harry remembered Dumbledore saying this. After the pain just now, he felt lost, as if his personality no longer belonged to him, so he decided Come look for the Sorting Hat.

"Strange, really strange." It lifted the corner of its hat very humanely.

"What's weird?" Harry heard the weird tone of his voice.

Even though it is just a hat, the thinking of the four founders has been intertwined and grown over such a long period of time. It is indeed very humane.

"Well-deserved Gryffindor," the Sorting Hat said loudly.

"I was Gryffindor." Harry murmured, feeling strange for him.

"Why, I wanted to assign you to Slytherin in the first place?" The Sorting Hat said with a start. This is really weird.

It's like a special case

"Maybe my personality has changed." Harry was a little happy.

"No, no, the Sorting Hat can't go wrong." The Sorting Hat became excited.The voice became shrill and irrational.

"That is your hidden essence, it cannot be changed."

"So what?" Harry asked rhetorically.

"Yes, it seems to be of no use."

The sorting hat's mood seemed to fall silent, one corner bent inward, full of wrinkles.

"I don't know." Hat said sadly, beginning to doubt himself.

Just as the hat felt sorry for itself, the stormy screams in Malfoy Manor gradually stopped.

Even though Malfoy had already used magic on himself to seal his ears, his palm was still tight.

The heart was beating frantically.With a very vague premonition, he gasped, staring at the abstract, seemingly meaningless mural before him.

Then he snapped his fingers, "Sparkling" he called in a low voice.

With a bang, Shining appeared beside him.

"Bring me Miss Granger's clothes to my room." After speaking, Malfoy walked into the manor and scanned the group of excited werewolves.

"You, your actions are not standard, you are punished." He raised his wand, a swift light hit the werewolf's chest, and soon fainted.

"I want to punish him, do you have any opinions?" The cold, unsentimental gaze swept across the werewolves, making them shudder.

The remaining werewolves shook their heads in a hurry, for fear that they would be hurt by the fish.

Malfoy was unimpeded all the way, and he dragged the strong werewolf and pushed open the door of his house as if he was lifting a chicken.He smashed it to the ground, pointed it at its head with a magic wand, and made a fierce spell. After a flash of light, the werewolf's little intelligence disappeared.

A strand of long brown hair was thrown by Malfoy into a crystal-clear glass bottle filled with liquid, and then the hair strands melted into the potion as if some strange reaction had taken place..

A large bottle of potion was severely poured from the werewolf's mouth.

Then the werewolf's body gradually began to deform.

Eventually she became Hermione, but she was still naked, lying flat on the ground.

"Shin, change her clothes, the one I told you to prepare just now." Malfoy commanded his men, turning his head to the side.

The house elves are quick to move.It will be replaced soon.

"Shen Feng Wuying!"

The brand-new skirt was instantly torn apart under the magic similar to the sharp wind blade, with some blood stains.

"The taste of Muggle" has pitted him many times.

Looking at the half-bottle of compound decoction left in the bottle, Malfoy tapped his wand, and a burst of air-conditioning suddenly appeared in the room. Then an ice cup was erected on the table in front of him. After the liquid is poured into it, the wall of the ice cup gradually expands, closes, and becomes a hockey puck.

Finally, it was put into the werewolf's mouth.

If you drink it all at once, there will be a cost of medicine, which may not support the whole process. As the ice puck gradually melts, the medicine can be replenished.

If he guessed correctly, Hermione would definitely be useful for the Dark Lord.

For whatever reason, of course Malfoy would not hand over the girl again.