Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The dim sky was suddenly illuminated by a faint golden light, a ray of sunlight cut through the clouds and spilled onto the earth.

This day is destined to be a restless day.

The atmosphere in Malfoy Manor in the afternoon was extremely heavy.

The hall was silent, and the flames of candles reflected the shadows of everyone on the stone wall, swaying with the floating of the flames.

The long table in front of Voldemort exudes a cold breath.

Instead of sitting on the high throne, he sat at the long table.

"Today is destined to be an extraordinary day."

"I want to hear what you think." Voldemort showed his rare smile.

That smile made Malfoy's hair creepy.

Very distorted, different from the cruel and bloodthirsty smiles in the past, it seems to be a real smile from the heart.

But just like that, it made him even more frightened.

And while Malfoy was thinking, his mother suddenly stood up from her seat and knelt down in front of Voldemort.

"Master, please, don't let Draco go to the battlefield. He is not even an adult." Narcissa pleaded.

"Narcissa!" Lucius' voice became flustered and low, and there was no time to stop it for a while.

"Oh?" The Dark Lord looked at the woman with an expression that was difficult to fathom.

"Master, my mother may be a bit too nervous." Malfoy immediately stood up from his seat, arched, and explained with his head down.

Lucius also stood up and leaned forward.

"So, your family of three don't want to go to the front, do you?" Voldemort said in a thought-provoking tone.

Lucius and Narcissa have been excluded from the core because of the diary.

But their son still receives a very high level of trust.

"That's nothing." Voldemort shook his head and said pleasantly.

Malfoy's pupils shrank suddenly... He always felt that something went wrong.

"Master, thank you for your kindness." Narcissa said gratefully.

"But it is impossible to enjoy the fruits of victory out of thin air..."

"let me see……"

"You take care of Nagini, Draco?"

Malfoy's palm suddenly squeezed into a fist, a little unbelievable.

Nagini is one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. It was made when he re-emerged. It should have been Bertha Jorkins or Muggle Frank.

But none of them died.

However, based on Voldemort's character and the selection of Horcruxes, Nagini has followed him for many years, in the forests of Albania, longer than his most loyal subordinates.

It couldn't be better.

Malfoy also opened his mind and verified it once before.

Just getting close, those distorted, evil, and fearful negative emotions are used like a tide.

Malfoy even tried to guess that the disappearance of Peter Pettigrew might have been killed by Voldemort, which was the result of being angry.

To a large extent, Malfoy stayed here to seek opportunities and kill Nagini. He has been tirelessly seeking opportunities. Now, Voldemort has sent the butcher knife to his hands, giving him a kind of illusion. Reality.

"Draco, what do you think?"

"Everything depends on your arrangement." Malfoy did not act very positively.

"That's what your mother wants." Voldemort laughed triumphantly.

"It's in my bedroom, you can guard him later."

"Do you have any other objections" he asked afterwards.

Those present with a slight intelligence quotient responded with a roar.

"By the way, what about that Mudblood?"

"It has been processed as you requested." Malfoy said humbly.

Outside the hall was a crude wooden cart with a cross standing on it. "Hermione" was tied up as if Jesus was tortured, with his hands tied into a horizontal line and his head slightly leaning.

The scarlet eyes shrank suddenly.

Malfoy became a little nervous at once, for fear that something went wrong and was seen through.

"It seems that I have been worrying too much. I thought you would be somewhat softhearted. After all, many people are crazy for the so-called love. You are very sensible." Voldemort looked at the tortured "Granger" with a low tone. Very satisfied.

"Mudbloods are not worthy of you. Those humble bastards will only be our playthings and slaves."

"She seems to have been stunned?"

"If she wakes up, she will obviously say some foul language to you, the host." Malfoy said respectfully.

"Thoughts are very thoughtful. I believe you can protect Nagini well and deserve my trust."

"Of course, my master".Malfoy took a few steps back and said respectfully.

Voldemort raised his head suddenly and looked at the brighter and brighter sky, then he gently waved the cuff of his robe.

"set off."

The werewolf screamed, and the vampire grinned his fangs.

The Death Eater army set off from Malfoy Manor in mighty force.

The prelude to the war has begun

The Malfoys, like spectators, silently watched the group of uninvited guests occupying the magpie's nest, and gradually left, leaving behind a mess and chaos.

"Dad, mom, you guys go to Grimmauld Place now, I made Dobby a secret."

Malfoy put his arms around his parents' shoulders and said softly.

This is an almost unsolvable cycle.

"Draco, you..." Narcissa stretched out her hand and gently brushed it across her son's short pale blonde hair, with a pitiful look in her eyes.

"Thank you mom, you helped me a lot." Malfoy smiled and lowered his head.

"What do you want to do, Draco." Lucius's voice was low, very different from the usual ease.

"Dad, that's what we should do." Malfoy's tone became cold, his eyes filled with determination.

His parents seemed to have guessed what their son wanted to do.