Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Alive." Pansy breathed the rare fresh air greedily, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, revealing a satisfied smile, if the stuffy air in this old house let her breathe again, Pansy would feel that she was ready at any time. May faint.

She poked her head slightly out of the window, overlooking the desolate view of the block below.

Malfoy walked straight to the front of the room by a fine fireplace, flanked by two ornate glass cabinets, and a wall covered with a tapestry of the Blake family tree, with pictures of sprawling branches. , all the way back to the Middle Ages.

On the top of the tapestry were embroidered in large letters: Noble oldest Black family forever pure.

"Why does this blanket have so many holes? If it is in my house, after this blanket is burned, it will be replaced within a day at most. It seems that any rumors about the Black family's wealth are false." Pansy said this Shi went around behind Malfoy again, followed his gaze, and saw the tapestry with several holes burned through, tilted his head to one side, and said with some disdain.

"For those traitors who betray the so-called "family glory", they choose to punish them by removing their names. The first is to erase their names from the family tree." Malfoy said lightly.

"Really?" Pansy turned her gaze to the tapestry again, and looked at it carefully.

"Oh, I see, Sirius Black must have been imprisoned in Azkaban, so he didn't have his name on it, because the people in the family thought it was a shame." Pansy patted his hands lightly. After a moment, she said in a stunned tone that this was the conclusion she came to after staring at the tapestry carefully for a few seconds.

"You may be right." Malfoy didn't want to explain any more, it was unnecessary, and Pansy's inference was quite reasonable in a sense, so he was still prepared not to discourage Pansy's enthusiasm.

And Malfoy couldn't explain why he knew those so-called truths.

"Go back a little bit, something strange might pop out next." Malfoy reminded Pansy behind him. He was about to open these two dirty glass cabinets, and the Horcrux was probably hidden in them. .

Pansy took a few steps back immediately after hearing the words, but still watched Malfoy's movements intently.

"Then be careful, Draco," Pansy reminded aloud.

Sure enough, there were many strange magic items hidden in it, Malfoy dealt with them carefully, a silver snuff box seemed to suddenly have life, jumped up from the partition, wanted to bite his hand, and then was caught A spell was shattered into tiny silver flakes, and at the same time, a multi-legged tweezer-like silverware quickly climbed up Malfoy's arm and went straight to his throat, as if trying to pierce his skin, but it was very difficult. It was almost picked up by the wand in Malfoy's hand, and flew straight out of the window.

"Why not?" Malfoy's brows could not help wrinkling, and the contents of the glass cabinet were in front of his eyes. Except for a few offensive objects that he had just solved, there were only a lot of antiques left. the seal, several daggers long since rusted, animal claws, coiled snake skins, a decorative crystal bottle set with an opal with blood in it.

The last thing that appeared in his eyes was a dusty music box.

Malfoy grabbed it in his hand and twisted the mainspring lightly,

Then the music box began to faintly emit the ominous music of Ding Ding Dongdong.

"De..." As soon as Pansy heard the voice, she felt sleepy, her eyes became dazed, then she yawned, her body began to sway, and finally she leaned back and fell behind her back. On the soft sofa, even Malfoy's name was not finished.

"You'd better go to sleep first." Malfoy said softly, looking at Pansy who was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. .

The process of destroying the Horcrux should be kept secret no matter what, whether it is for her own or her safety.

Sometimes knowing too much is never a good thing.

Then Malfoy gently closed the lid of the music box, took off the earplugs in his ears, and threw them on the floor.

"Kreacher." Then Malfoy spat out the house-elf's name softly.

Hearing an explosion-like sound, Kreacher suddenly appeared in front of Malfoy's eyes, holding a pitch-black brush in his hand, dust all over his body, and it looked like he was cleaning.

"Master Malfoy, what are your orders?" Kreacher asked respectfully.

It seems that he has adapted very quickly to the arrival of this new owner. If another wizard inherited the old house, it is impossible to get Kreacher's approval so quickly, but Malfoy and the Black family are closely related, and their identity Also pure blood, he quickly gained Kreacher's loyalty.

"I order you, Kreacher, you went to a cave more than ten years ago and took a box from there. I ask you to give me that box." Malfoy stated his purpose very directly, He suddenly realized that he didn't need to look around like a headless fly. The house elf in front of him was a witness to all of Regulus's actions, and it knew all the inside stories.

You only need to give it a tough order to get the truth.

Back then, Regulus sacrificed himself, asked Kreacher to bring back the Horcrux and ordered him to destroy the Horcrux.

But how can an ordinary house elf destroy this most evil. What about magical items that might have been protected?

So, the Horcrux that made Regulus give his life should be hidden somewhere in the house by now, and Kreacher couldn't possibly have known it.

"Master Regulus said that Kreacher can't tell any family...anyone in the family...anything that happened in the cave..." Kreacher heard Malfoy's order, and his eyes suddenly lost the light. Then stammered, and answered Malfoy's question in a low, bullfrog-like voice.

It was resisting, resisting Malfoy's demands, which was almost impossible for a house-elf whose master's orders were the supreme law.

"I'm not a direct member of the Black family. Besides, Kreacher, you have to know that I'm your new master, and the restrictions imposed by the previous master on you should no longer bind you." Malfoy's eyes were fixed on Klee. Che, he didn't relax at all, and he didn't want to push the poor house-elf too hard, so he could only start from the loophole in Regulus's words.

Then Malfoy saw that Kreacher's eyes seemed to be in focus again, and the rigid body began to tremble, sway, gasp for breath, his shriveled chest heaved sharply, and let out a blood-clotting scream—

"Kreacher made a mistake, Kreacher failed to carry out the master's order!" The terrible memory dusted in his heart was released, Kreacher's expression fell into panic and remorse, his body suddenly moved, and he chose Rush to the poker standing by the fire, it wants to beat itself and punish itself, it failed to complete the task assigned to it by Master Regulus!

"I order you to stop, Kreacher," Malfoy said slowly.

The words fell, and Kreacher fell straight on the cold floor, tears gushing out of his sunken eye sockets.

"Give me that box, and I will fulfill his unfulfilled wish for Regulus." Malfoy walked to the floor where Kreacher was lying, and said sincerely looking at Kreacher's sunken eyes.

"No, no, it's a terrifying box, Kreacher can't murder the new owner." Tears still flowed in Kreacher's eyes, shaking his head on the floor, flowing down his long nose. In the grinning mouth, one can see a set of gray teeth.

"Horrible?" Malfoy sharply grasped a word in Klee's cut, thinking.

It is very likely that Slytherin's locket has already demonstrated its demagogic power as a Horcrux, perhaps because Kreacher is a house elf, different from ordinary wizards, and has escaped.

"I repeat, I order you, give me that box." Malfoy said slowly, but there was an unrelenting determination in his tone.

"That box is hidden in the place where Kreacher usually sleeps!" Kreacher suddenly started screaming, a reel rolled over from the stone floor, stood up, and rushed downstairs.

"Basement?" Malfoy didn't have time to think about it. Why did he miss it even though he had already inspected it more carefully? He followed Kreacher all the way downstairs.

"So it is." Soon, Malfoy followed Kreacher's footsteps to the basement where he had just walked around with Pansy, and then watched Kreacher rush over and open the cupboard.

There was a sink in it, and below it was a hole full of traces of oil stains and a few dead bugs lying there.

"This is where Kreacher usually sleeps." At this time, Kreacher's expression was full of pride again, as if it was the place where he lived. The simpler and dirty he was, the more proud he was.

"But Kreacher still doesn't want to let the new owner get this box. This box belongs to the Dark Lord. This is too evil and too cruel. Master Regulus is for it..." Kreacher said, The sadness began to rise again, and the voice began to twitch again.

Malfoy ignored him and whispered, "Dobby." He called out to the house-elf brought from his own house.

"Dobby is ready to be sent by the young master at any time." I have to say, house-elves are very good at Apparition, and it only took a moment for Dobby to come to Malfoy and bend his waist. , bowed.

"Watch him," Malfoy said, staring at Dobby, pointing at Kreacher.

"The sword is flying!" Then Malfoy raised his wand and chanted a spell. He saw Gryffindor's sword smashed through the door and flew into his hand. If anyone was still present, if you looked carefully, you would find the tip of the sword. It was quenched with a black liquid.

At this moment, the box had been picked up by Kreacher and rolled onto the dusty ground.

Malfoy stared at the locket in front of him. This box was inlaid with a green python-shaped gemstone. It was placed in an "S" shape. It was covered with strange patterns. Looking at its bloody mouth, it seemed to see food, and it was ready to prey at any time. Around the green gem, it was engraved with astrology symbols and azimuth notation.

These symbols involve astrological knowledge of the measurement of the relative angles of the planets and their relationship to each other.

"It's you." Malfoy nodded confidently, then no longer hesitated, and started to destroy the Horcrux.

As if feeling the danger, the things in the locket rustled like cockroaches in a cage, as if seeking sympathy from others, and then the small golden lid of the locket popped open with a click.

Behind the two small glass windows was a live eye blinking, bright and dark, like Tom Riddle's eyeballs, Malfoy had some impressions of this, but then the eyes narrowed into a slit, from the dark. The bright black turned to a bloody red.

"What do you want? I can satisfy you!" Hissing voice kept coming from the locket.

Malfoy was unmoved.

With a sound of "Zheng", Gryffindor's sword was swung high and dropped quickly, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and then the sword tip penetrated the evil eyes with great precision. plunged in.

Neat!

According to the convention, Horcrux still spontaneously casts his magic power on the people around him to tempt people, hoping that someone can take the bait and provide him with the energy of resurrection.

But Malfoy, who had destroyed many Horcruxes, was not shaken by the bewitching sound like a demonic voice, or, so far, his desires have not reached the point where Horcruxes are aroused.

In a sense, Voldemort's sense of crisis was too strong. His vision made him fear death from his teenage years, but that was the most energetic and energetic stage of human beings, but he still started How incredible it is to embark on his longevity plan.

Even if the ancient kings later became superstitious in alchemy, most of them were at the age when they knew the destiny, tasted and felt the terrifying power of time, and began to pursue the almost impossible ray of dawn - longevity.

"A senseless temptation." Malfoy stared at the broken locket. He smiled contemptuously and shook his head.

At this moment, the colored silk lining of the locket was emitting wisps of smoke, which symbolized the complete destruction of this Horcrux.

No matter how evil the Horcrux is, it is only an appendage of a part of a person's soul after all, and it is those things that are tempted over and over again—wealth, power, and power.

But these things are often only attractive to those who lack them.

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