Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Would you feel better if I told you that these gold coins were created by the Irish leprechaun using magic?" Malfoy looked at Pansy with some amusing, and the attributes of this little money fan made him feel lighter.

"What's the difference? It's not all gold coins." Pan Xi said gloomily.

"Since it was made by magic, the gold coins will disappear when the time limit is up." Malfoy could only point it out completely.

"Then why are they so active in picking up these gold coins now?" Pansy pointed casually, and several people with clover-like clothes on their heads bent down in a panic, and even got under the chairs to pick them up If gold coins are fake, why would anyone be willing to pick them up?

"That's because they are as stupid as you." Malfoy lightly hit Pansy's forehead with a knife, like a breeze blowing, and the strands of hair in front of Pansy's forehead floated up with it. Somewhat messy.

"Don't hit me on the head, if I'm stupid, I'll be beaten by you." Pan Xi said unconvinced, and hurriedly straightened her hair, but her tone was no longer so low, and turned lighter.

Now that she looked at the mediocre people in front of her, she felt a lot more balanced.

Thinking that these people have been busy for such a long time, but in the end it was empty joy, it seems that it is not so uncomfortable.

"Also, are you here to watch the game? Or are you here to pick up gold coins?" Malfoy wanted to continue, when she felt Pansy shaking his shoulders desperately, her face flushed with excitement, her attention was very It will be transferred soon.

"Draco, look!" Pansy said excitedly, her eyes returning to the arena.

Malfoy immediately turned his attention to the arena. Sure enough, the gold coin rain was almost over at this time, and it was time for the Quidditch national team players to appear.

The giant clover vanished, and the leprechauns slowly landed opposite the veelas on the field, sitting cross-legged, ready to watch the game.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! Let me introduce - Dimitrov!"

A figure in red on a broomstick flew into the arena from an entrance below. He flew so fast, like a flash of lightning, it was hard to see. He won rave reviews from all the Bulgarian supporters.

"Ivanova!"

A second figure in a bright red robe flew out.

"Zograf! Levsky! Vokanov! Volkov! Next - Krum!"

Victor Klum was dark and thin, with grayish-yellow skin, a large hooked nose, and two thick black eyebrows, looking like a huge eagle. It's hard to believe he's only eighteen, and he's even a student at school.

"Now, please welcome--Ireland National Quidditch!" Bagman shouted loudly. "It's--Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley! And- still - and - Lin Qi!"

Seven fuzzy green figures flew towards the arena, with "Firebolt" printed on their broomsticks, and their names rusted with silver threads on their backs.

"And our referee today, Hassan Mustafa, the well-respected president of the International Quidditch Federation who flew thousands of miles from Egypt!"

"What a lot of nonsense!" Pansy said dissatisfied, but still looked eagerly at the center of the field, staring intently at the Quidditch players.

The spectators surrounding the stadium suddenly waved their flag neatly, as if it had been rehearsed a thousand times, and then the flags changed, and then an image of Krum caught the Golden Snitch was revealed, as if it had become Thousands of small squares made of the same.

Then again, Krum in the image begins to smile.

"Oh, that's so handsome!" In another section of the stadium, the whole of Weasley's family was eagerly watching the scene in front of him, Ron screamed,

Looking at Krum on the court with admiration, this is his idol, how he hopes that one day he can gallop on the field.

The same is true for Harry. As for Hermione on the side, she was unconsciously affected by these atmospheres. Natural women are not particularly keen on these sports. She grew up in a non-wizard family and lacked a certain degree of edification, but she still integrated into it. in this atmosphere.

"Dude! Catch the Snitch!" The twins George and Fred shouted, eagerly cheering on their betting key.

At this time they looked at each other again and shouted again: "Don't catch it too soon!"

"Ah, he-he-he-they're off!" screamed Bagman. "It's Mallette! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! To Mallette again! Troy! Levsky Moran!" Bagman's commentary began, which also meant the official start of the game.

The Quidditch players from both sides came and went on the field, leaving only a trail of afterimages. The function of the Firebolt was fully exerted in their hands, and the players of Pansy's team were actually in the game. Not doing exactly what these brooms are supposed to do.

"Come on!" When people are enthusiastic about watching the game, they don't care about the situation around them at all, they wholeheartedly watch the ever-changing battle situation on the court.

Pansy was no exception. Even if the person in the seat next to her had left, she didn't even notice it.

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Barty Crouch Jr. now feels that his brain is a little more awake. He is trying his best to get rid of the Imperius Curse. His current consciousness is confused, and he only remembers that he seems to be watching Quidditch now. Games, but where are you now? Box, or bleachers? The cheers from the green field came in bursts, like a mountain and a tsunami, making him even more dizzy.

"Master, don't do this, please watch the game quietly and don't cause trouble for the master! This is the chance that the master finally gave you!" Winky, who was on the side, looked at Barty Crouch, who was struggling desperately, and looked very flustered. .

"Oh?" At this moment, Twinkle suddenly heard a young male voice, with some surprise in his tone.

"Very strange house elf, are you talking to the air?" Malfoy asked knowingly, and he had sneaked into the box of the acting minister, Barty Crouch, which seemed empty. There were only a few gilded purple chairs scattered about. Mr. Barty Crouch was not here. He was so busy that he didn't even have time to watch the wonderful Quidditch World Cup final.

Even if this box is the most noble and luxurious private box with the best viewing angle, he doesn't have any extra energy to put it on. He is now in a hurry. He was just presiding over the opening ceremony just now, and he just mentioned a few words. , and left in a hurry, causing the audience to basically have no impression of him.

This may also be the source of little Barty's resentment against him. He is busy with work, neglects his family, and treats himself very harshly. Unfortunately, he does not know that his father has always been proud of him before. , often showing off to colleagues how his brilliant son was striking at school.

However, the lack of communication led to the inevitable occurrence of tragedy. If we say that before Barty Crouch Jr. was imprisoned, the father and son still had the opportunity to be honest with each other and talk about everything, but when Barty Jr.'s mother After he died, there was no room for easing the conflict between the father and son.

Winky's body froze all of a sudden, then quickly returned to normal, and then said in a calm tone, "Winky is just talking to himself, Winky's mental problems, please ignore Winky's crazy talk."

"Really?" Malfoy said, pretending to be puzzled, as if agreeing with its statement.

"I came to help Uncle Crouch. It is said that the witch who checked the ticket said that this is his box. Since he is not here, I will wait here. Anyway, there just happens to be a vacant seat here."

As Malfoy spoke, he walked towards the chair where Barty Crouch Jr was.

"Huh? Why is the chair rocking?" Malfoy's eyes were directed at the unusual chair, which was shaking frantically even though no one was sitting on it.

After hearing his father's name, Barty Crouch Jr's struggling movements became more and more obvious, as if he had received some huge stimulus, of course, Malfoy had not seen all this so far.

"Interesting," Malfoy said, rubbing his chin, sensing the sound.

Then he accelerated his pace and approached Barty Crouch Jr., as if seeing through the void. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and lifted the invisibility cloak covering Jr. Barty's body. After the invisibility cloak left the body, it lost its efficacy and turned into a slightly shiny silver fabric, lying on the ground quietly.

"Look, what I found." Malfoy's wand had already reached the man's temple, if he wanted, he could not even use magic, as long as he stabbed it hard, the man's temple would Bleeding flowers, killed on the spot.

"My God! Winky made a big mistake! Winky didn't complete the task given by the good master, so that the young master was discovered by others." The house-elf on the side said in horror, showing a desperate look, and his body couldn't stop at the same time. She shuddered, and then she was speechless, her lips trembling, and those big eyes showed remorse and fear.

It doesn't know what its master will do when he learns of all this.

"Maybe the master will give Winky a pair of socks?" Thinking of this, Winky fainted directly on the nanmu-paved floor.

Barty Crouch Jr. ignored Malfoy's threat at all. He just braced himself and wanted to stand up from the chair. The long-term control of the Imperius Curse made him a little weak. consumes a lot of energy,

"Tell me, what are your beliefs? This answer will determine your fate." Malfoy's questioning voice came quickly.

' "Has my dad finally lost his patience with me? And finding an Auror so young to judge me, oh, by the way, are you an Auror? Did I lose my job too? I'd like to see how he explains how I got out of prison." Barty Crouch Jr laughed at this time, laughing wildly and smugly, obviously for his own sake Zkaban escaped and was content.

"Since you asked, then I'll tell you, my faith is of course loyalty to my master. The great Dark Lord has only temporarily lost his power. My respected master will come one day sooner or later." Barty's face There was a wild smile on his face, and now it seemed that he didn't care that he might go back to Azkaban and endure that dark cell.

"Very well, that doesn't look like Bertha Jorkins is lying." Malfoy nodded in agreement, then drew his wand back and away from his temple.

"You're still as loyal as me, that's good, and now we have room to continue talking." Malfoy nodded with satisfaction, and this sentence surprised Barty Crouch Jr., who showed a hideous smile. a bit.

"As the sincerity of cooperation, let me explain my identity first. My name is Draco Malfoy. You may know my father." Malfoy took the lead in making a brief self-introduction in front of the man.

"Oh, the traitor's son." Barty Crouch Jr said with a sneer at this time, and he still clearly remembers what Lucius did during his trial. He "betrayed" the great Dark Lord. , chose to "whitewash" himself, returned to the wizarding society, and continued to play his self-esteemed identity - a pure-blood wizard.

"Really? But the traitor you call him, or the traitor's son, has taken the initiative to find you and conspire to make a great cause. Otherwise, you are still a confused and controlled puppet." Malfoy Not to be outdone, he retorted.

Barty Crouch Jr was silent, but it wasn't the silence that came after being persuaded immediately, but he was thinking about the credibility of the boy's words in front of him.

"Then what should I do? You found it" Barty suddenly grabbed Malfoy's shoulders with both hands, and said with a serious face, he couldn't find the reason for the boy in front of him to deceive him, as for other doubts, you can later Go ask again.

In just a short period of time, they have already proved their "loyalty" to each other.

"Don't worry, we still have a lot of time." Malfoy said slowly, "Now we still lack some proper opportunities." He raised his eyebrows and said, looking a little dissatisfied with Barty's urging.

But in the bottom of his heart, Malfoy relaxed a lot, the most important step has been completed, and he has now gained the trust of Barty Jr.

At the beginning, he put himself on the side of active questioning, and let Barty explain first, and then caused a sense of gap in his heart. Although Barty may still feel a little disgusted with him because of Lucius, But it also maintained trust.

"We should go, my father may come back at any time." Little Barty now suddenly twisted his head and began to look around, looking very cautious.

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