Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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"What on earth do you want to do? Miss Delacour?" Malfoy's footsteps moved slowly, as if he wanted to walk from the stairs to the stage, face to face with Dumbledore. Not far from the side of his face, he asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, but there was an undisguised excitement in his tone.

"Save you." Her lips moved, her eyes flashed slightly, and then she fell into silence again, keeping her mouth shut, as if she was frightened by this sudden change.

An inexplicable sense of astonishment emerged from Malfoy's heart, and then another emotion suddenly prevailed again.

"Draco, put down the wand, and we can have a good talk now." Dumbledore's voice seemed to have a magic power, admonishing the boy to give up his resistance, so much so that he was still calling him by his first name, not his last name.

"Please forgive me for refusing." The young man rebuffed faintly, and the unabashed wizard looked at each other, not afraid of the legimmereness he was hiding under his blue eyes.

"I can guarantee your safety, everything is still unclear, isn't it? What Mr. Crouch said still needs to be verified, not that you will be locked up in Azkaban." Dumbledore He frowned, but still patiently said in a gentle tone.

The old man was also a little confused at this time, and he didn't know why the situation had developed like this.

"I can also guarantee it myself." Malfoy said lightly, the wand that was holding Fleur's throat suddenly and quickly left, blocking the front of him, a white light with a tricky angle seemed to hit an invisible mirror, and was bounced off in an instant. , hit the ceiling.

"Professor Moody, sneak attack is not a good habit, it's disgraceful." Malfoy shook his head.

"Huh." Moody sneered and put his wand behind his back.

"Professor Dumbledore, you won't shoot, right? I know that you will take care of the students present and the hostages in my hands." Malfoy raised his eyebrows.

The old man was lost in thought, his blue eyes gleamed with the light of reflection,

"My daughter, what happened to her? Who can tell me?" In front of a long table, a woman scratched her blond hair and screamed hysterically. He fell on the table, causing another commotion.

"Mrs Pomfrey, someone fainted here!" someone shouted.

"Mom!" Fleur whispered, taking a step forward involuntarily, only to be held back by Malfoy's wand.

"You chose the way yourself, and it's not that easy to regret now." He reminded the girl in a faint voice.

"Okay, I'll let you go." At the same time, Dumbledore, who was not far away, seemed to have made up his mind and said slowly.

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The Triwizard Tournament happened unexpectedly to everyone. Crouch, one of the referees, actually bent the law for personal gain more than ten years ago, allowing his son to escape the punishment of the law, which is even more frightening and unacceptable. Yes - Voldemort is resurrected, assistants and even Hogwarts students.

Not even Malfoy, who had planned all this, could have imagined it.

The event broke free from his control again, the butterfly's wings seemed to be stronger and stronger, and the turbulent storm became more and more difficult to resist.

According to his original idea.

Voldemort's resurrection did not achieve the result he wanted. After that, the two eyeliners at Hogwarts lost contact. In addition, Dumbledore appeared at the node of his resurrection at just the right time, so he had sufficient reasons. Believe that there are traitors under his men.

And the range is very small,

Either Malfoy or little Crouch, the object of suspicion will only be limited to the two of them.

And if today's incident were widely circulated, Voldemort would know that neither of them betrayed him, but it was exposed because of little Crouch's mistakes. After all, no one can withstand the effects of Veritaserum.

But that wasn't enough to reassure the suspicious man, so Malfoy needed something like a nomination certificate.

A 'vacation' to Azkaband, maybe a good plan, and maybe some Voldemort sympathy?

He doesn't have this kind of feeling himself, but in order to win over his subordinates, sometimes he still needs to show some of these so-called human feelings.

In the near future, Voldemort will go to prison and rebuild his forces, and Malfoy, who was still in prison at that time, will also gain great trust from the Dark Lord after he is "freed".

After all, being caught in Azkaban can completely declare the "split" of the relationship between Dumbledore and the Malfoy family.

If Voldemort had reason to doubt the loyalty of this family before, he might have been vacillating between black and white, but now there will be no such doubts.

On the contrary, if Malfoy continued to be at the school, he would not be able to gather some more meaningful information.

Therefore, after Crouch's testimony, the self from not long ago only needed to put on a little pretence to resist, and then he could start his Azkaban vacation smoothly.

However, this fairly well-established idea was shattered today.

He had no idea what Fleur wanted to do.

The girl rushed towards him like crazy at the time, and he subconsciously restrained her, and the subsequent plot inevitably went to the appearance of hostage-taking and negotiation.

He just glanced at Furong's soul-sucking eyes and fell into another extreme emotion.

Not fascinated.

Caution, vigilance, at that moment, it was as if the whole world was deceiving him, he couldn't trust anyone, he lost the ability to think, and he just fought against everyone hysterically by instinct.

"What do you want to do?" he asked coldly. The two had already come to the Forbidden Forest at this time, surrounded by thorns and clammy mist, and a griffin was pecking with its head down not far from the two of them. .

With the help of the moonlight, I could barely make out the appearance of the griffin. Its whole body was brownish-yellow, with dazzling scarlet feathers on its chest. The muscles on its chest were extremely developed, and its tall body showed its strength. It is surrounded by a circle of silver feathers, the claws are stepped in the mud, and the blade is temporarily hidden. The most amazing thing is its eyes, which are like living flames, like gems against the backdrop of the night. Dazzling red as sharp.

The pair of powerful wings kept flapping, as if they were ready to fly at any time.

It's just that all this is illusory, achieved by Transfiguration. Malfoy lightly held the wand in his hand. This magical creature that was at the top of the food chain just now began to gradually fade away. It was restored to a bench and stayed in place quietly.

It seemed that a material was found at random in the auditorium just now as a means of leaving.

Griffin can fly, and it is a good choice as a means of transportation, and Malfoy wandered around outside, but finally chose to return to the range of Hogwarts.

Dark under the lights makes sense.

"Superior Transfiguration." Furong's azure blue eyes glanced over there, and quickly muttered.

"As for my purpose, I just want to help a person whose brain might be sucked by a dementor to save his life." Fleur raised her swan-like neck and said arrogantly, answering Malfoy's question head-on. ) Download Free Reader!!