Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"So, now you have an opportunity to change the status quo, Kreacher." Malfoy said in a bewitching tone, "The master who is ineffective in your eyes has handed over the ownership of this house to me." Malfoy said softly, then took out a piece of parchment full of black writing from his arms and handed it to Kreacher.

"Kreacher can't believe it!" Kreacher took it with his trembling hands, and then slowly read it. As a house elf who is proud of serving pure blood, literacy is also a compulsory subject. content, because their masters cannot command them with words all the time.

"This is Master Black's handwriting! I can still feel the magic on the paper." Tears suddenly filled Kreacher's bloodshot eyes, "Master is a prodigal! Oh, my poor mistress, if she Knowing that the rebellious Young Master Black has actually betrayed the glory of his ancestors, what will he say? What a disappointment to Kreacher and the mistress!"

"Young master sold his family's precious wealth in order to survive! It's just shame, shame!" Kreacher said poignantly. Years of loneliness had already distorted his character and made it difficult for him to communicate.

"Quiet!" Malfoy scolded Kreacher, and the house-elf immediately fell silent, not daring to scream again.

"I, as your new master, order you to clean up this whole house immediately." Malfoy ordered strongly, and now he no longer has the idea of ​​being able to communicate with this house elf normally.

"Dobby, you help him," Malfoy added.

"As ordered, young master." Dobby said respectfully, dropping his big head, almost touching the ground.

Malfoy thought the two house-elves might have a common language.

But he miscalculated this time.

"Master Malfoy is the best host I've ever met. He's always been forgiving, and even paid Dobby a salary!" Dobby and Kreacher walked side by side in the wide corridor, and the former looked proud. Showing off the perks Malfoy had given him.

"Disgusting, get out of here, shame!" It was just that Dobby's actions didn't change even the slightest effect, but instead had the opposite effect. Kreacher looked at Dobby with disgust, and said with disgust, "Family little boy. Shame of the elves, what is this thinking? Reward? I actually have to do business with a similar person who is trying to get rewarded in the future. Am I going to fall into this situation in the future? Do you still have the self-awareness of your servant?"

"Dobby is not a servant, Dobby is a free elf!" Dobby immediately retorted.

"Ridiculous!" Kreacher's sharp, high-pitched voice mocked Dobby relentlessly.

Then the two house-elves quarreled all the way to accomplish their task.

"It's too dark here," Malfoy said, looking around the dimly lit surroundings, then waved his wand, making a rustling sound, and then a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall came on, casting a wobbly unreality The light shone on the peeling wallpaper and the polished, frayed carpet in the long, eerie hallway. A cobwebbed chandelier shimmered overhead, portraits blackened with age hung slantingly on the wall, both the chandelier and the candlestick on a rickety table next to it. Made in the shape of a serpent.

"It's much better now." Malfoy nodded with satisfaction, then said to Pansy, "If you regret it now, it's too late,

I'll take you back. "

"Well, it's not scary at all here." Pansy held on, trying not to tremble in her voice, but those strange and eerie decorations always gave her a gloomy feeling, and she couldn't help but feel Fear.

The two walked slowly in the long aisle like this, but even with the lights, a small accident happened.

"Ah!" Suddenly Pansy screamed in panic, as if something terrifying had happened, and he stomped his calf with all his might, as if there was something on it.

"Uh... It's just a sniffing paw that grabs your leg. If I'm not mistaken, it should be a dead thing." Malfoy glanced casually, and the fluff on the paw lost its toughness with the passage of time. , long pointed nails and claws that tend to be pale white.

"Are the whole family crazy?" Pansy breathed a sigh of relief, then complained, "The beast's claws are in the aisle in front of the hall?"

"Next year's Conservation of Magical Creatures class may learn about this creature." Malfoy snapped his fingers, then stared at Pansy and said, "This is a rodent with a natural obsession with gold and silver jewelry, looking for treasure. I think the Blacks may be superstitious, and they might get rich with the claws of this creature in their homes."

"I think it's true that it brings bad luck." Pansy stepped on her paw angrily and almost tripped over her paw.

"Maybe." Malfoy shook his head, then reminded: "If you take a few steps ahead, if you're not careful, you might trip over."

Only then did Pansy notice that there was an umbrella stand that looked like it was made of troll legs.

"The taste of this family is really strange." Pansy said with a frown, then walked over sideways, carefully circumventing the obstacle.

Nothing happened after that. Pansy carefully avoided all kinds of strange obstacles in the aisle. Malfoy also followed behind her, walking unhurriedly, looking at There are all kinds of valuable decorations that can be seen everywhere, celebrity paintings and all kinds of magic table lamps that have been out of print for many years. If you take any thing out of here, it may have a history of more than a hundred years.

Just as Malfoy was judging these antiques with his own eyes, Pansy's voice came from the front again.

"De, Draco, what are those?" With the help of the overhead lights, Malfoy saw Pansy's shadow on the wall, and she suddenly raised her arm and pointed at the wall in front of her and said in a weeping voice.

"That's my most worthy seniors!" Kreacher said proudly, standing on the dark staircase beside him, suddenly sticking out his huge head from the railing.

Directly in front of Pansy was a mottled wall, with a row of crumpled heads gathered on the plaques on the wall. She could clearly see that these were creatures like Dobby and Kreacher. These were domestic children. The heads of the elves all have the same ugly big noses.

A feeling of vomiting suddenly rose from Pansy's stomach. It was the first time she saw such a disgusting and terrifying scene. The already rotten skull was facing her like this, and all kinds of huge eyeballs were just like that. Looking straight ahead, the expressions on those faces are also full of weird smiles and satisfaction.

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