Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The four set foot on the Knights Bus again, heading for 12 Grimmauld Place, the location of the Black family's ancestral home.

"For some reason, it doesn't belong to me anymore." Sirius in the seat chatted with the three of them. "So we have to take advantage of it now, and the talent has not taken over."

"Sold by someone?" Ron asked.

Sirius's palm tightened on the armrest, but quickly loosened it. "Of course it's me." Sirius thought to himself, but nothing showed on his face.

"It's nothing, it's just a normal agreement transfer." Sirius said with a strong smile, selling his ancestral home is not something to be proud of.

It carried all the memories and pasts he hoped to cut off, but it was also where he grew up after all.

His mother died in that house.

That was the only place he could remember.

The journey is boring and long.

"It's almost there, it's almost there." Looking at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, Sirius sighed and whispered, the scenery outside the window was vaguely visible, and it didn't change much compared to when he entered Azkaban, but this But it filled him with a sense of dislocation. The stagnation of space and the change of time made him even have an illusion. Maybe at the next stop of the bus, James and Lily would get on the bus there by accident and still smile with him. A familiar greeting.

It was just his fantasy after all.

"Are you all right? Sirius?" Seeing Sirius' happy smile suddenly fade away, her brows could not help frowning. Hermione took out a piece of paper from her shoulder bag, wrote on it, and handed it to her. he.

Harry and Ron were now in their seats, asleep, and she didn't want to wake them, so she chose this way.

Hermione was very worried about the mental state of the man in front of her. The psychology books she taught herself last year had such a term - stress disorder.

When a major change occurs in a person's life, psychological problems are very likely to occur.

Twelve years of innocent imprisonment, not to mention the constant interference of Dementors by his side, Hermione felt that it was a miracle that Sirius could still stay awake until now, let alone still. Escape from Azkaban where no one has ever escaped.

"I'm fine," Sirius wrote on the slip of paper, then walked around the seat and handed it to Hermione.

"How did you come here in those twelve years?" Beneath Sirius' handwriting, dense black fonts began to appear on the paper.

"There's nothing worth hiding." Sirius took the piece of paper and wrote: "Because I firmly believe that I am innocent, this is very important, the human will can break through many unimaginable limits. Dementors don't have vision, I can shapeshift in a cell.. become a dog, dementors can't see, they are only aware of human feelings, and when I become a big dog, they think I'm actually It's the same as those who lost their minds."

The black writing swiftly crawled across the paper like a spider, and just as Black was about to hand it to Hermione, he found two pairs of eyes staring straight at him.

"Sirius, I didn't even think to ask you how you were doing in Azkaban." Harry said remorsefully.

By this time they had woken up and saw what was written on the paper.

"Girls' minds are generally very delicate, so is your mother." Sirius patted Harry's head comfortingly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine now." Sirius continued with a smile, then raised his finger and pointed to the still scenery outside the window, and said, "We're here."

And now,

Hermione saw the one person she could say the last thing she wanted to see right now, and he was the one who drove Professor Lupin away.

Malfoy bought the Sirius house, when did that happen?

Hermione quickly thought of the fact that she had found Sirius in Slytherin's bedroom, but the clue was worthless to her, and she didn't know what was going on.

Hermione and Sirius, who was going upstairs, looked at each other with confusion in their eyes. The latter just shook his head helplessly, telling Hermione not to ask any more questions.

"Let's go out and wait, I don't want to stay at this guy's house for a minute." Ron said angrily, and left, Harry could only keep up.

"Draco! What do you want to eat tonight! I'll make it for you." Just as Hermione followed them out of the door, Pansy made such a sound from the door leading to the basement. Coincidentally.

She stuck her head out of the door first, and then walked in front of everyone.

"It seems that there are a few unpopular guests. How about you, do you want to try my craft? Pansy covered her mouth with her hand, looked at the few people in front of her, and pretended to be surprised. A printed white apron was tied in between, and the image looked a little funny.

The slightly green face mixed with the standard housewife-like match is really nondescript.

"Forget it, I'm afraid we'll be poisoned to death." Ron choked back and said, "It might be unpalatable to death."

"The Weasley family really lacks education, not even the most basic courtesy." Pansy said with a sneer at this time, her invitation just now was obviously not sincere.

Ron's face flushed immediately, like a cooked crab.

"Let's go." Hermione said calmly, tucking the broken hair around her ears, but her body had some imperceptible stiffness, and her legs were alternating like puppets.

Then the three of them walked out of the house and went to the square again.

"Cut, it's boring." Pansy was still a little resentful. She finally had some fun these days, but the other party didn't accept the move.

"Draco, you didn't help me, watching them bully me." Pansy said angrily, turning his head to the side.

"I think you're bullying the three of them." Malfoy could only look at the girl in front of him and pretend to be pitiful.

"Okay, it seems that the opponent is too weak." Pan Xi lowered his head and sighed, "Would you like to try my craft at night?" Pan Xi turned the subject and asked expectantly.

"I don't want to be poisoned either." Malfoy shrugged, then left such a sentence, opened his laboratory door again, and got in.

Only Pansy, who stomped his feet and lost his temper against the floor, was left.

"Kreacher!" Pansy yelled.

With a swish, Kreacher appeared in front of Pansy's eyes, with a short body standing tall and straight.

"I made your dinner today, think about what you should do for yourself." Pansy put down such a sentence, not sure if it was considered a threat, and headed into the kitchen again, and began to ping ping pong pong sound.

"Hermione, are you alright?" Harry asked with concern when he walked outside the door. He found that Hermione's face was a little pale. "What's wrong? Let's find a place to rest when Sirius comes out," Harry continued.

"Okay." Hermione simply responded, leaning against the street light pole, staring blankly at the blue sky, as if for her now, even saying a word is an extravagant hope, and she has to do her best.

She originally thought that her feelings for Malfoy would be extreme hatred and disgust, but it turned out not to be the case. When she saw Pansy walking out of the corridor in her apron, her mood became inexplicably low. Some dull pain.

"What is this? Are they living together?" Hermione's first thought popped into her mind, and she was soon convinced, because Pansy was asking Malfoy about their dinner tonight, with a strange expression on her face. Like a fake.

Hermione didn't want to deceive herself, she could tell herself that she didn't care at all, but the twitching pain in her heart couldn't be faked.

Not long ago, when Peeves took advantage of her Veritaserum to ask the question, she just pretended not to have heard it and chose to selectively forget it, but today she suddenly determined her mood.

It is not a happy thing to determine your own mood.

Because she can no longer escape.

Hermione sniffed and rubbed her red eyes, thinking about how to face the grief in her heart that should never have appeared in her heart.

She didn't even know when the feeling appeared.

There is absolutely no reason for this to her.

"He forced Professor Lupin away. Last year, he released the Basilisk and almost killed other students. What he said was sometimes infuriating, and he never knew when he was telling the truth." A voice said in Hermione's voice. The heart suddenly sounded.

"But Hagrid got a better job because of him, and even Sirius' grievances were cleared up to him!" was another voice.

"He said it himself, it was just for his father to enter the Ministry of Magic. As for Sirius, can't you guess? What would force an only son to sell his ancestral home? Di? He must have threatened Sirius."

Just when Hermione was still entangled in her heart, she was again attracted by a high-pitched voice.

"Harry Potter! Harry Potter who defeated the Dark Lord! It's an honor for Dobby to meet again!" Hermione heard the sound and saw only one who looked somewhat similar to Kreacher. A ragged house-elf suddenly appeared in front of the three of them.

"Dobby? Did you follow Malfoy here too?" Harry asked, head bowed.

"Yes, the master wants Dobby to clean up the new house." Dobby said excitedly, and when he mentioned his master, Dobby began to shake his head, looking a little proud.

"Sure enough, he's not a good person. It's really stingy to let two house-elves clean up such a big house." Ron didn't give up any chance to attack Malfoy.

"You are not allowed to insult Dobby's master!" Dobby jumped up from the ground angrily when he heard what Ron said, and slammed Ron's chin with his flat head.

There was a dull sound of "clang", and Ron was knocked back a few steps. He stumbled and almost fell, but Harry hurriedly helped him and survived.

"I'm going to teach you a good lesson!" Ron raised his wand angrily. He wanted to make the house elf in front of him suffer.

"The master is not a good man, and so is the servant!" Ron said sharply, as if he was about to let out this bad breath.

"Ron, magic can't be used outside the school, do you want your wand to be confiscated!" Hermione could no longer be disturbed by those emotions at this time. If she continued to watch, the house elf might be confiscated. The enchantment struck.

In her eyes, the house elf in front of her is obviously a vulnerable group.

But it was also Hermione who was deceived by the pitiful appearance and submissive temperament of the house-elf.

If he really fights, as an adult, Lucius, who also has a certain dabbling in black magic, will be overthrown by Dobby at once, which is enough to prove that the fighting power of the house elf under no contract suppression must not be underestimated.

Hermione's behavior actually helped Ron, otherwise when the spell was issued by the wand, Ron would only receive a punishment notice from the Ministry of Magic and be bruised by Dobby's magic.

After Ron was stopped, he did not accept Hermione's love, but gave her the same stern look.

"It's not his fault." Hermione looked at the house-elf in front of her sympathetically, squatted down and kept her body at the same height as Dobby, her eyes full of pity, and then said to Ron: "He doesn't Not knowing what is right, you should learn to be tolerant."

"What Master Malfoy said was true!" His words were Dobby's golden rule! ' said Dobby, patting his chest.

"Stupid." Ron spat.

"Look, he's still a hateful slave owner, enslaving poor, innocent, and weak house-elves! Depriving them of their freedom!" The voice in Hermione's heart jumped out at an inopportune moment.

"What are you doing?" Sirius had come out of the gray door at this time, carrying a tattered sack, and went straight to the center of the square to meet them.

"Kreacher?" Sirius looked down at the house-elf, then shook his head: "It doesn't seem to be, otherwise he should have started to abuse, it should have been brought by that kid from home." He touched His hard stubble, talking to himself.

"Does your master have any orders?" Sirius then asked Dobby.

"Dobby just came to say goodbye to the Savior! This is a tribute from Dobby himself!" Dobby politely responded to Sirius's question.

"Thank you." Harry nodded.

"Sirius, is there any way to get the house-elves back to freedom?" Hermione lowered her voice, walked behind Sirius and asked in a low voice, she didn't know anything about this, and only the pure-blooded family who inherited the ancients would raise the house-elves. Elf, Hermione obviously doesn't have this condition,