Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

At this time, Hermione was sitting alone on the seat outside the operating room, waiting anxiously, and then realizing pain in her calf.

"Miss Granger is a bad guy. He attacked Dobby and deceived Dobby! She also killed her master!" It turned out that Dobby kept hitting her leg with his fist. He was completing what Malfoy gave him. After the mission, he began to retaliate himself.

"Be honest!" Pye, who had worked at the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, happened to pass by at this time and knocked on its head.Let him quiet down.

Dobby was lying on the ground at this time, struggling to get up, his big eyes were full of hatred and hatred.

"Are you okay, Dobby?" Hermione's voice trembled.

"Dobby doesn't want to talk to Miss Granger! Miss Granger is full of lies! Dobby will be deceived by you when you speak." Dobby spoke in a very fine and sharp voice, whispered and grumpy, he was still worried. His master.

"Shut up." Pye knocked on his head again roughly.

"What are you doing!" Hermione asked Pye in a very low volume.

"Dobby sent Master Malfoy to Hogwarts! Hogwarts' prohibition is of no use to house elves!" Dobby raised his head, shaking his reddish nose, and proudly declared.

Voldemort was dismissive of the behavior of house elves, like all purebred wizards who treat elves as beasts... He would never have thought that elves must have magic that he did not have.

At this moment, Furong went and returned, and when she was anxiously about to open the door of the ward, Pansy caught her.

"Dumbledore is inside." He was helping Malfoy check his injuries.

"I'm a professional! What is he doing in there? Isn't it enough to hurt him?" Fleur stepped back, covering her face and said in pain, recalling the memories, which made her have no good feelings for Dumbledore.

The operating room is extremely quiet, because it has been enveloped by the magic of sound insulation.

"It's not dead, you are lucky, Mr. Dumbledore." Malfoy had sat up and looked at the old man who was also wearing a striped medical gown.

"Not far." The old man smiled helplessly.

"Is the elixir of life not enough?"

"You can't drink much, then." Dumbledore raised his scorched right hand and shook it in refusal.

There is a price for the Philosopher's Stone.

It's not that it's simply a decline in intelligence, but that it has human spirituality. Every time you take it, you will lose a little aura as the price of life.

The same is true for the alchemist Nico Lemay. He lost the meaning of his life and lived in vain.

Because there is no desire.

This is acceptable to Dumbledore. He only wanted a life span of six months, enough for him to take care of his funeral.

At that time, Dumbledore came to Nicolae May's former residence, also for potion.

It’s very simple there, there are no tiles, just a bit of muddy ground, but it’s strange to say that the bookshelves made of purple wood can actually stand firmly on it.

Even so, the bookshelves are empty and should have been evacuated.

There is a hidden compartment in the middle bookcase in the fourth column from the left.

The color above is very dark, dominated by fuchsia, with drawings of birds and a primitive fountain.

An ordinary glass, engraved with a few runes, lies quietly on a soft brown mat, containing a clear liquid that is as transparent as clear water.

Underneath is a piece of yellowed parchment, densely packed with small writings.

"Dear old friend-Albus Dumbledore, if you come here, it must be because of our agreement, there is a reason why you have to come here to get it."

"Of course, I still recommend that you don't use this medicine. The elixir of life is very expensive."

"I know, you may know the side effects of this medicine better than I do."

"You know, death to me is a kind of relief that has been waiting for a long time."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, freeing himself from the memory.

"It seems to be calculated." He said helplessly, raising his scorched arm and scanning back and forth, as if looking at a piece of art, and then asked:

"But Draco, I'm curious..."

"How did you know about Voldemort's weakness."

"Like I said, he did a stupid thing."

"He chose to repent."

"The production of Horcruxes is restricted. Seven is the most magical number, and it is also a number that cannot be broken."

"Destroyed Horcrux was discovered by him. He is worried."

"Whether Nagini is with him or put it back to nature, it is not the best choice."

"If you want to make another Horcrux, you can only break through to be more evil."

"In other words, repent, let the soul return to a certain degree of integrity, and then split."

"So that's it." Dumbledore nodded in approval.

"I heard that Harry suddenly..."

"It should be the piece that was pulled away." Dumbledore agreed.

Malfoy continued to tell everything he knew.

"I read part of Nagini's memory. In order to deeply repent, Voldemort simulated another "good" personality."

"It affects him subtly, but he didn't realize it."

"That day, he agreed to my mother's request in a gentle manner, and I felt very strange."

"His mana has not changed, but the killing curse that needs to condense killing intent has been affected the most severely."

"In the end, just like the story of the evil dragon, his confidence collapsed." A relaxed smile appeared on Malfoy's face.

"Of course, I'm actually just betting."

"It looks like it's a right bet." Malfoy shrugged, then took a breath of cold air, seemingly involved in the affected area.

"Thank you, child." Dumbledore pointed out, trying to reach out and pat his shoulder gently, then stopped.

"That's right." Dumbledore said suddenly. "Good luck." A mysterious smile appeared on the old man's face.

Soon, Malfoy guessed what Dumbledore’s "good luck" meant."Because he saw several figures hovering outside the door.

"Please say I'm still in a coma, thank you." Malfoy concealed his embarrassment and coughed lightly.

"I'm sorry those crazy girls." Dumbledore squeezed his eyebrows and smiled even more openly.

"You are not qualified to talk about me." Malfoy retorted. "See your old lover. I didn't know that you used the magic of life sharing."

"If this is not the case, he will never survive the decisive battle." Dumbledore said helplessly.

Years of inferior environment, almost hollowed out Grindelwald's body.

Victory is bound to pay a price.

This price seems acceptable.