Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"What are you doing on the bed?" Malfoy's voice sounded in Pansy's ear

"Of course..." Pan Xi subconsciously wanted to answer, but found that what came from his lips and teeth was not the faint bloody smell that he imagined, but a sweet fragrance.

She opened her eyes hastily, only to see Malfoy sitting back in the chair opposite her, sizing her delicate glass bottle full of pink potion in her hand, shaking it a few times, and muttering to herself. He wrote: "Sure enough, it's a love agent."

Pansy immediately touched her pocket subconsciously. There was no doubt that the bottle in Malfoy's hand was made by herself.

"Isn't the potion I made myself not even able to tell what effect it is? Ecstasy. It's not an inferior aphrodisiac. Of course, its nature is worse than the latter." Malfoy said in a cold tone, his eyes were clear. As always.

"You...are you awake yet? Draco!" Pansy asked stammeringly, burying his head again, not daring to look directly into Malfoy's eyes, and then found that the , is the apple pie she made herself just now, which has now fallen to the ground.

"I will confiscate the tools for committing the crime." Malfoy said lightly, without answering Pansy's question directly, "Then, tell me, how did you make this medicine, Hogwarts is forbidden to love drugs. Yes, even if there is, it is only possible in the books in the forbidden area, or you brought it from your home, then I will consider telling your father."

"It didn't take it from my house, don't tell my dad, I'll tell you everything." Pansy responded in a panic, her voice trembling, and then told Malfoy what she had done before without reservation. The rest of her life" made her mood ups and downs, and she felt a little overwhelmed for a while.

"I can't see that our dean has missed a good seedling, and he will make a love potion in the third grade. Maybe someday you will be at the Gryffindor table, and he will give you fifty points. Malfoy gave Pansy a "praise", but this time Pansy wasn't happy at all.

Then Malfoy picked up a few bright roses on the dining table seemingly unintentionally, held it in his hand close to his nose, and sniffed lightly.

"I think I know what those things you bought before." Malfoy made an expression of sudden realization. Then he pretended to be puzzled and said, "Rose thorns? I was still thinking about what you wanted to do when you bought these things."

"Did you see it then?" Pansy asked in a soft, mosquito-like voice, lowering her head.

"It's just that I only saw one, or maybe I could have guessed what you wanted to do at the time," said Malfoy, shaking his head.

"Also." Malfoy added: "Next time you want to make a love potion, remember to replace the rose thorns with rose petals." Then Malfoy threw the few roses in his hand on the table in front of Pansy.

"Why, both can be said in the book!" Pan Xi raised his head subconsciously and hurriedly asked, forgetting that it was time for him to make mistakes and be taught a lesson.

"The effect of the love potion made by rose thorns is not stable, and the duration is very short." Malfoy pointed, turned his eyes to Pansy, and exchanged glances with her.

Pansy shrank back in fear again, as if trying to get into the chair, and then shuddered violently before asking with a blushing face, "Then have you been awake all the time?"

"You can guess." Malfoy said with a half-smile, handing the question back to Pansy, and then Malfoy's only trace of smile disappeared completely.

A moment of silence.

"Pancy, if you succeed, do you think there will be any consequences?" Malfoy asked coldly.

"I...I don't know.

" Pansy replied weakly, she also realized the seriousness of the problem now, the mistake she made this time should be that she couldn't stick her tongue out, and she could offset it by pretending to be pitiful.

Pansy also knew that Malfoy was usually very accommodating to her, but if she made mistakes on some principled issues, she would be punished more severely.

"You won't get real love with a love potion, it will only be a brief sense of infatuation." Malfoy said sternly, staring at Pansy who was looking at the "ostrich". Every time Malfoy said something, Pansy would The lower his head was buried, as if his whole body would crawl under the table at any moment.

"Head up!" Looking at Pansy's expression, Malfoy remained unmoved, but even more stern.

"Well..." Pansy could only respond, and slowly raised her head, her eyes were innocent and clear, and her little face was full of tears. If she didn't know her well, she would definitely think she was Is sincerely repenting.

"I was wrong, Draco." Pansy looked at Malfoy pitifully, expressing his apology.

"Do you think you can be fooled like this this time?" Mal narrowed his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and responded in disapproval.

"Aren't you all right?" Perceiving that Malfoy's tone seemed to soften, Pansy began to try his best to talk about love for himself.

"By the way!" Pansy seemed to have suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw, blushed a little, and seemed a little shy, and then forced herself to be tough and said, "If you want to pursue it, I'll tell Aunt Narcissa that you bullied you. I!"

Malfoy's mouth twitched, then quickly returned to normal.

"Then I don't mind either." Malfoy said nonchalantly, then stood up from his chair again.

"Since you don't have the sincerity of repentance, and you still want to "unjustly" me as a victim, then I don't mind making your slander come true." Malfoy touched his chin and stared at Pansy.

Pansy only felt that the oppressive feeling just now invaded her heart again.

"I'm just joking." Pansy then waved his hand and said with a forced smile, and then turned into a low-brow pleasing look, "Draco, you can do whatever you want, anyway, now I can't resist you, even if you want to continue what you just did, I don't mind." Pansy decided to change the way, using the aggressive method, put his hands on his chest alternately, and put on a pitiful look again. It looks like a frightened bunny, inspiring a sympathetic desire and a feeling of unbearable hurt.

"Are you sure?" Malfoy's eyes were sharp and pressing at the moment, as if as long as Pansy dared to nod, something irreversible would happen the next moment.

"I was wrong, Draco." Pansy's expression changed sharply, and finally he spit out this sentence again with some unwillingness.

"Is it sincere this time?" Malfoy demanded, her eyes meeting Pansy's, preventing her from looking away.

"Um..." Pansy dragged her tail and answered weakly.

"If that's the case, then you should be ready to face punishment now." Malfoy tapped the table lightly with his index finger, taking his attention away from Pansy.

"Eat first, or you won't have the strength to accept the punishment later." Malfoy picked up the knife and fork and was about to start today's dinner, but found that Pansy did not respond to him, and looked up, only to see her entire body Lying on the table, he tilted his head to one side, looking sullen.

"Draco, my stomach hurts!" Pansy said weakly, her face was pale, and beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, her petite body curled up in pain.

"If I find out that you're feigning illness, the punishment will be doubled." Malfoy stared at Pansy for a few seconds, then sighed helplessly, and immediately stood up from the chair, he didn't know any magic Can pretend to be so realistic.

And today's Pansy certainly wouldn't have expected that he would be exposed like this, and he also prepared a means of faking illness in advance. The Weasley Brothers' quick-acting truancy candy should not have been invented yet.

Then there is only one result, and that is a true coincidence.

Pansy still couldn't escape the "blood disaster" predicted by Professor Trelawney.

To be more precise, no girl can escape.