Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Maybe Salazar didn't translate it completely, and the next experiment was more cruel, which made him give up in disgust, or maybe the despicable Haierbo just wrote it here, in short, there are no more clues.

But enough.

Facts have also proved that the despicable Haierbo should have failed. In the next few hundred years, he disappeared without a trace. Otherwise, in terms of the character revealed by the records, he would definitely keep stirring up the storm. Not to be completely without his information.

Maybe something went wrong with the Horcrux. He still has consciousness, but instead, he seems to be imprisoned by himself, and he can never break free from the shackles.

Horcruxes are generally carefully chosen to hide in order to avoid perceived destruction.

But this may also be a misstep. Voldemort’s example shows that when the Horcrux lacks power supply, it is weak, and it needs to deceive people to provide it with strength and capital for resurrection. Otherwise, it will become a shackle that is difficult to break.

If his Horcrux was never destroyed, he might still be alive by now

But death may be more pleasant, if it is imprisoned in an unbreakable fantasy.

Who would want such eternal life?

After a cursory scan of the information on the parchment, Malfoy threw him at random onto one of the burning candles, and found no damage.

"It's really stubborn." He shook his head, preparing to change the way of handling it, ignite it with a fierce fire, and then throw it into the sea.

"Guarding the guard!" He raised his wand, and a black stone on the stone wall suddenly fell, rolled on the ground, bounced a few times, then expanded and changed a few times, and finally evolved into a guard with a shield. Kneeling down on one knee, guarding Furong's side.

He is going to go out of the cave now, to get rid of the hot potato in his hand, and to hunt by the way, the fish has been a little tired of eating these days, and he needs to change his taste.

"What a surprise." Malfoy clicked his tongue, looked at Fleur who was in a deep sleep, and then touched the souvenir that was left on his body just now.

To him, this was just a trivial injury, and it didn't even affect his actions, but in Furong's dream, it was completely different.

The bright red blood swayed under the light of the purple candle, drawing an elegant arc, and Malfoy fell straight in front of the coffin, as if it was custom-made for him.

The scarlet light in the girl's eyes,

It suddenly bloomed like a bright flower, and a wonderful bone flower bloomed, but the blood-red light suddenly weakened and shriveled, and the eyes returned to clarity.

Then she looked at the person who was stabbed to the ground by herself, and instantly fell into panic and remorse.

She stared at the blade in her hand for a few seconds, at a loss.

Her mind is in chaos now. She just stared at one of the candles, the body of the candle flashed a purple light, and her head fell into chaos. former person.

A morbid and seductive voice said to her: "Kill him, you can be with him forever, on this isolated island, just the two of you, don't have to care about the outside world, what responsibilities and obligations It's none of your business."

These words sounded like lunatic babble to a normal person of judgment, but to Fleur it was almost irresistible, because her ability to judge was almost completely lost.

"Recover quickly! Recover quickly!" She finally regained some consciousness now, waving her wand frantically at Malfoy who fell to the ground.

"This must be a dream." Looking at Malfoy lying in a pool of blood, Furong shook her head in disbelief, took a deep breath, and knelt on the solid ground, trying to shake his body to wake him up. And then realized that it would rupture the wound.

"Healed as before!" She barely calmed down at this time, and she had to deal with the wound first.

Fleur tore open the cuff of Malfoy's upper body and pointed her wand decisively at the deep, oozing wound.

Under the milky white healing light, the scratched wound quickly closed, and new flesh grew. However, after the wound healed, it quickly cracked and gurgling blood flowed out. Furong's face suddenly showed a happy mood, and she fell into a deep depression. A bottomless abyss that symbolizes despair.

She watched in despair as the person in front of her gradually lost her vitality, painful and powerless.

Fortunately, this is indeed a dream.

She was awakened.

The real memory slowly emerged in my heart, as if the silk thread of the silkworm chrysalis had been pulled apart layer by layer, and my consciousness only stayed after scratching Malfoy, and was quickly stunned by the decisive him.

Furong wanted to straighten up, only to find that a thick blanket was covering her body, and she quickly slipped down. A bonfire was set up not far away from her, and in the mouth of the unventilated cave, there should be flames generated by magic.

Brings a touch of warmth and realism.

Not far away, the huge coffin and a few weird candles had been completely destroyed, and that was also the culprit that drove her into madness.

A somewhat ugly guard holding a shield high, kneeling on one knee, his rigid stone head rattling, slowly twisting, performing his duty dutifully.

Furong looked at the empty surroundings, not knowing what time it was, she straightened up, and then touched a piece of parchment, which was written: "I'll go get something to eat, maybe I'm going to spend the night here today, you Wake up, stay here, don't move"

She stared blankly at the note.

She looked like she was really dragging her feet, and now Malfoy might still be hurt, but she was going to find food for her.

The dream scene kept flashing in her mind, over and over again.

Her promise is so ridiculous that one person's relics can turn her around.

She hesitated for a while, made a difficult decision, then turned over the parchment and wrote quickly behind the blank.

Draco:

"This time, the two of us were alone for a few months. Although I think it passed in a blink of an eye, it actually took quite a long time, right?" This was her opening remarks.

"I'm sorry, maybe I don't even have the courage to say sorry to you, the scar must be very painful, right?" Furong wrote apologetically.

"The first time I saw you was in Gringotts in Diagon Alley, right? You were still a little boy, well, now too, but it always felt very mature, and you settled it calmly at that time. Those irritating dementors have saved a lot of people, I still remember your rooster-shaped patron saint, and until now, I haven't been very good at using this spell."