Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"You're really not wrong. LieWen.Cc" Malfoy looked at Black silently and couldn't help thinking.

Years of prison life have grown a lot of traces of years on Blake's face, but his handsome appearance has not changed because of this, but has added a bit of maturity to the vicissitudes of life. It has become a very lethal weapon to deal with young girls who have not been involved in the world.

"It's really hard for you to be the BL protagonist for so many years." Malfoy thought so, and silently sympathized with himself.

"In the next year, p1ay is imprisoned, and uncle and nephew are taboo. If there is a rotten girl by my side, will she get a nosebleed with excitement?" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder for a moment, as if he had returned to the time when he was not deep in the world. In the time when Raven shattered the three views.

"This is the end of the complaints, it's time to do business." He then adjusted his mentality and prepared to talk about business.

"Your trap is much stronger than Azkaban's." Blake said suddenly, indifferently, without the slightest sullenness after being arrested, this was also the first sentence he said after turning into a humanoid.

"Thanks for the compliment." Malfoy smiled.

"I've cut my relationship with that family, so you don't need to treat me as a grown-up." Black stared at Malfoy with burning eyes.

"But for the next thing I need your help, you have to admit that you are a member of the Black family." Malfoy shook his head gently.

"I have no obligation to help you." A cold voice came from the cage.

"Shouldn't a respectable elder lend a helping hand when a junior needs help?"

"Then this junior must at least be polite first." Blake's voice became colder.

"Then I can only ask you to forgive me for this unreasonable junior. After all, I have to confirm the truth now. Before that, you are still a fugitive in my eyes."

"The truth?" Blake's unshaven face suddenly took on a suspicious look, and it wasn't until then that he remembered that only his best friends knew that he was an Animagus.

"Did that mouse tell you? Or, Lupin?" A flame suddenly rose in Black's eyes.

"You already have the answer in your mind?" Malfoy tapped the cage with his wand,

replied casually.

"Where is Peter?" Blake's eyes were about to burst into flames. He, who was still calm just now, couldn't hold himself back anymore after thinking of the name. He immediately clenched his hands, and then his whole body became tense. On the thin face, regret and hatred were constantly intertwined.

"Help me kill him, even if you want my life, I'll give it to you." Blake jumped over, holding the iron rod tightly with both hands and shaking constantly, feeling extremely emotional.

"What am I doing with your life? My respected elder." Malfoy shook his head, looking at the excited Black and said, "Even if the Dementors are gone now, I still wouldn't be willing to go to Azka. Ban stay, that's not where normal people stay, are you right?"

Black still wanted to speak, but he didn't find a chance, and was interrupted by Malfoy's next words, "I want wealth, more wealth, should you be the only heir left in the Black family?" Malfoy handed Black to Black. A tacit look passed.

"Oh, so it is." Blake retreated back to the corner of the cage, whispered to himself, and couldn't help sneering, which was in line with his deep memory of his family's relatives.

Passionate about wealth and power, if he remembered correctly, the boy's father was also Voldemort's subordinate.

"Actually, my family is not short of money." Malfoy waved his wand at will, "It's just that my father is very interested in some antiques with ancient history. If there is another house, it would be better. ."

"For example, 12 Grimmauld Place, the home of the Black family's illustrious history and glory," said Malfoy, bending over to stare at Black.

"Hahahaha." Blake began to laugh wildly, revealing his neat teeth, "You are an outsider who knows better than me." But there was only deep disdain hidden under that smile.

Family glory? Can you help him kill that traitor? Can Lily and James be resurrected?

"Flying paper and pen!" With a flying curse, on Malfoy's wooden table, a blank parchment and quill flew straight from the air and into his hands.

Then Malfoy threw both of them into the air, and the quill began to write on the white paper automatically.

Blake restrained his smile, and just stared silently at the parchment that was being given writing.

"You don't mind writing a contract of assignment, right? Just sign your name," Malfoy asked politely. "In exchange, I'll help you." He added, grabbing the air with one hand. In the past, he caught the parchment that was already full of writing, glanced at it casually, and handed it to the cage.

Black took a deep look at Malfoy and wrote his name on it without hesitation.

He had no choice at this time.

What's more, in his view, exchanging something he doesn't care about for a tiny possibility is a thing without hesitation.

"Thank you for your generosity." Malfoy bowed, reaching for the parchment.

"But have you thought about it?" Malfoy said suddenly, his tone changed with a hint of playfulness.

"I know you didn't have time to think about these things when you escaped from Azkaban." There was a smile on Malfoy's mouth.

"Should none of your immediate family members be here? Of course, this question may be disrespectful," he said.

Before Black could nod to admit it, Malfoy spoke again, "If that's the case, then I immediately thought of a better solution." As if inspiration had come, Malfoy snapped his fingers.

"If I kill you, then, excluding immediate family members, who should all the property of the Black family go to? Especially if you don't have a will." His words were like a devil's whisper, understatement. An astonishing fact is revealed below.

"I'm so stupid. I didn't use such a simple method, yet I took a lot of trouble talking to you." Malfoy shook his head angrily.

"So, my respected elder, are you ready for death now?"

Blake looked at him blankly, showing no fear of the possibility of death.

"Well, I just wanted to make a joke." Malfoy shrugged, "but unfortunately it didn't have the effect I wanted."

Blake still didn't say a word. After he signed, it was almost as if he had been struck by a spell of silence. He didn't make a sound. No matter what he heard, his mood never fluctuated.

Even just a possible near-death.

"However, I still have to say one last thing. The taste of power is much stronger than sitting on wealth. When you have the former, the latter will follow you, but if you only have the latter, it is just a castle in the air, and it will collapse at any time."

"Everything, I'm sorry, Mr. Black." Malfoy stretched out his wand, and a dazzling light shot out from the tip of the wand, hitting Black hard, knocking him unconscious to the ground.