Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy's grayish eyes carefully observed the things in front of him, from the carvings on the candle body, the mysterious patterns on the surrounding stone walls, and the ravines around the coffin.

But he suddenly heard a whistling sound of wind, and turned his body subconsciously, only to feel a chill in his arm, and then a sharp tingling sensation traveled down his nerves to his brain.

He looked back instantly.

I only saw that Furong's azure blue eyes, which were always cold and arrogant at that time, were now dyed with a deep layer of red, and at a glance, he knew that he had lost his mind.

But the red light flickered, sometimes clear, sometimes scarlet, her expression suddenly struggled, her body trembled desperately, resisting, but involuntarily continued to move.

The wand in her hand was transformed into a sharp knife, the shiny back of the knife gleamed in the candlelight, the cold air was cold, and the faint bloody smell permeated the secret room.

"Fainted!" A rapid light flashed. While she was struggling, Furong was knocked unconscious by a spell, and at the last moment she was awake, there was a smile of relief on her face.

Malfoy's reaction was quick, and at this time he was showing no mercy.

"It's not just Haierbo, you are also a nerve." He scolded the tingling wound on his arm.

Not surprisingly, this must be the masterpiece of Salazar Slytherin. As a master of Legilimency, it is also possible to explain the psychology of playing with the heart.

Those who are not in the right mind will fall into madness under his guidance. It is too ordinary. By the way, he has achieved his purpose of protecting this manuscript. Those who are not too firm will also be affected to a certain extent, and Furong is on this list.

However, it can be seen that Furong's actions soon fell into a hesitant struggle, trying desperately to restore her own consciousness.

Otherwise, what Malfoy faced would not be physical damage that had little effect on wizards, and deliberately turned the most threatening wand into a weapon. She was doing her best to resist, but unfortunately she encountered A real master.

The girl slumped on the ground, the sharp blade in her hand was weakly loosened, rolled a few times on the ground, and tinkled a few times with the crisp sound of metal impact, without the maintenance of Transfiguration, this knife The sharp blade was quickly restored to an ordinary wand.

Malfoy bent over to pick up the wand, then carried Fleur to the other side of a large, cold rock to lie down, and then simply bandaged and disinfected the wound on his left hand, and finally walked to the coffin, tapped his wand lightly, and went straight. Open the coffin lid.

It looks wicked here.

It must be dealt with as soon as possible and then left.

Everything seems to be vigorous and resolute, without any hesitation.

A roll of pure black cover, with an evil smell of parchment, lying here quietly, there is no writing on the cover, it is still as new, neither white nor yellow, it does not look like a place at all. paper for hundreds of years.

Opening the cover, the first line reads:

"I, Haierbo, a wizard with extraordinary talent, but some people are jealous of my talent, they add the word vile after my name to describe me, but I don't mind, because mediocrity always likes to be jealous Genius, they don't know how far I've come on that road."

"Arrogant guy!" On the corner of the parchment, such a comment was written with a red pen, the font was crooked, revealing a look of disdain.

Salazar disagreed with the man's idea.

"Almost everyone is afraid of the basilisks I created. They are afraid that I will wantonly slaughter them. They overestimate themselves. Killing them is just a waste of my time. I want to go further on the endless road in the future. Far."

"I want to pursue immortality!" It is completely conceivable that an old lunatic said this hysterically.

"Ridiculous lunatic." The red annotation appeared again, as did Salazar.

"Existence, what is it? I thought about it, and some Muggles were thinking about it, and they gave me some inspiration."

"It's matter and soul, but the latter is dominant."

"First of all, the body will eventually decay and age. No matter what method is used, it can only play a role in delaying it. I have searched for many methods. After the body of ordinary people is transplanted, it will not last long at all."

"Does this still look like a scientist?" Malfoy's mouth twitched a little. In ancient Greece, there was such an advanced thinking. If he was not a wizard, but an ordinary person, he might also be a philosopher.

Ancient Greece is the birthplace of philosophical thought. The word philosophy was also invented by the ancient Greeks. It is not surprising that the despicable Haierbo has similar vague philosophical qualities.

He even thought about organ transplantation. Maybe he could be regarded as a pioneer of modern medical organ transplantation after posting a paper. Malfoy guessed that it was a rejection reaction.

"What's the use of those mediocre people who spend their lives in a hurry, with empty bodies, sound bodies, and lack of thoughts?"

"Only the mind, only the soul, can achieve immortality!"

"I set my goal on my mind, how do I make my soul perpetual?"

"It's a question worth thinking about."

"Can the human soul be split? After splitting, can it be fixed on some objects? Because the body will eventually decay."

"A complete soul, if you want to achieve the purpose of splitting, what should you do? What means should be used to induce the split of the soul?"

"……murder?"

"The existence of those mediocre people is destined to serve me. That is their glory. In order to achieve my eternal life, their sacrifice is necessary."

"I'm going to start experimenting..."

"In the first experiment, the subject--ordinary wizard, gender: male, age: around twenty years old, the means of achieving death--Avada Suo Ming (Death Curse), the result--the wizard died, and his own soul split successfully, The first Horcrux was made successfully."

"Unexpectedly smooth." Even after a second-hand translation, the vile Haierbo's heartfelt ecstasy was still felt by Malfoy through Slytherin's handwriting, and Malfoy could even imagine him laughing triumphantly. looks like.

"The second time, the test subject--ordinary Muggle, gender: female, age: around 30 years old, the means of achieving death--Awada Suo (Death Curse), the result--the Muggle died and his soul was split Failed, Horcrux production failed, speculated reason: lack of certain inducement, the soul is still strong..."

"..."

"...Hi, it's really painful to split the soul, to endure unimaginable torture, and at the same time it must be an evil murder..."

"It was easy the first time, why did it get more and more difficult later on?"

"Could it be more wicked every time? Then it seems that some other way has to be found."

"The seventh time, the test subject - Muggle, means, tortured by Cruciatus and then killed - result - the Muggle died, his soul was split successfully, and the second Horcrux was successfully made."

...

"The 21st experiment... The seventh Horcrux was successfully made, and about 30% of its own soul was consumed."

"Sure enough."

"At the limit, it is impossible to split the soul infinitely, and the main soul will become more and more unstable."

"The limit is seven times? It's like this for the time being. If I keep going, I'll go crazy, but now, my purpose of immortality has been achieved."

"..."

The parchment described until here, and then the content is gone, and it suddenly appears blank.