Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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"Apple pie."

Hermione said sadly, and the ugly stone monster in front of her jumped to the side.

A movable carousel swayed in front of her.

She slowly stepped up the wooden stairs layer by layer.

He pushed open the hidden door.

The furnishings here seem to have never been moved. There are several quaint wooden boxes on the solid wood desk. All the other items are placed in an orderly manner. A quill is lying quietly on the parchment. Perhaps, the old man will soon Worked here before.

A new portrait has joined the ranks of the late Headmasters of Hogwarts House... Dumbledore looked serene, sleeping in a golden frame above the table, half-moon spectacles framed on his hooked nose And quiet.

But this is a dead thing, not a conscious portrait.

"Ah, ugly Mudblood, you just moved something in this room and woke me up!" said the portrait on the wall viciously.

"Who?" Hermione was shocked to realize that she had entered the room, and then heard the scream of the former headmaster, Phineas.

"Be gentle with the little girl." Another chubby and kind lady also woke up. She was wearing a gorgeous shawl, wrapped tightly, and persuaded.

"Where's Dumbledore? He was kicked out? I haven't seen him for almost half a year." Phineas ignored the advice of the female portrait and asked Hermione directly.

"Professor Dumbledore was attacked by Voldemort, fell behind the curtain of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, and died." Hermione wiped the corner of her eyes and said sadly.

"Oh, is he dead? That's right, I still don't have a company." Phineas laughed, then looked around, as if to stick his head out of the frame.

"How about staying under me, there are still vacancies here."

After the death of the headmaster of Hogwarts, some will choose to stay in the portrait and retain some consciousness during their lifetime.

Unlike the lifeless portrait.

Hermione wanted to have a few words with him, but respected the headmaster's decision.

"He won't choose to stay in the portrait. Death is not a thing to fear for him. As he said, it is a great adventure." Hermione said softly.

"Where are they?" She looked back suddenly, only to find that Harry and Ron were not there.

Obviously the two of them should have been following behind him.

Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at the carpet, where the dust was accumulating, and then her pupils contracted suddenly.

She saw a footprint.

She hadn't been there just now, and the footprint was bigger than hers, probably a male footprint.

Also, she realized only now that the wooden door was hidden when she entered the door just now.

It made her sweat, but she tried her best to keep her composure.

Hermione took out her wand and cautiously opened the cabinet.

Nothing.

"Could it be my hallucination?" Hermione muttered to herself deliberately, turning her back and walking towards the other end.

Then she suddenly stopped her footsteps, turned around, raised her wand, and quickly read to the empty cabinet:

"Passed out!"

Hermione's spell came out of her mouth, but her heart was half cold, because she felt her spell miss, her wand was directly caught, and then lifted high, and then tilted up, hitting At the top of the cabinet, sawdust flew all over for a while.

The whole cabinet began to shake violently.

There's really someone in the closet!

Even though he was extremely careful, a strong pulling force caused his entire body to lose his balance, and he was pulled into the cabinet. It was pitch black and he lost his vision.

"Fluorescence..." She subconsciously wanted to regain her sight, but the wrist holding the wand was tightly bound, and her gesture was interrupted.

The spell was also interrupted.

"You..." Hermione wanted to question the person who came, but found that her mouth had been covered, and a rough palm was pressed against her lips, preventing her from making a sound.

She started shaking her body, struggling desperately.

Who would be in Dumbledore's office at this time and what would he want to do?

But she was hugged horizontally now, one hand was tightly locked, and the other hand was still holding the wand. She didn't dare to throw it away and couldn't move. Subconsciously, Hermione used her teeth as a weapon and bit her Go down, want to resist, let him let go because of the pain.

Sure enough, the captor let go, and the force pressing her wrist disappeared in an instant. Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and when she was about to fight back, she only felt a pain in her neck, lost consciousness, and fell asleep.

Malfoy took the opportunity to leave the cabinet immediately, rubbing his hands at the same time.

He really didn't think he was so unlucky.

He didn't expect that someone's perception was so sharp, and he found his hiding place all at once.

When he opened the cabinet to look for it, he heard someone coming in using the password outside the door.

Malfoy hid in subconsciously, after all, he didn't want to cause more trouble

When I heard someone approaching the cabinet, I also used the Illusionary Charm.

In the small dark space, it was very difficult to move around. He couldn't even take out the wand in his cuff to deal with it, and he couldn't even aim, so he could only chanted a spell on himself.

So when facing the finder, she was also subdued in a purely physical way.

Now he has time to completely open the cabinet, let the light penetrate in, and examine the face of the person before him.

Then Malfoy's expression fell into a state of consternation, his gray pupils widened, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

It's a good enough coincidence.

He was a little taken aback.

In a few months, this stubborn and independent girl has matured a lot again. The contours on her face are no longer so soft, but slightly sharper. Some of the greenness has faded, and she has become more mature.

Hermione was like his nemesis, and almost every time she planned, she would become a variable and cause some disturbance.

But luckily it didn't matter much.

Looking at the neat row of teeth marks near the tiger's mouth on his palm, Malfoy actually lost his mind.

He remembered that Hermione had a pair of front teeth. Now it has become neat.

Then the itchy and painful touch was transmitted to his nerves along the wound, with a touch of numbness.

He conjured a delicate rope and trapped Hermione, leaving the wooden door ajar so that it wouldn't make her feel too uncomfortable.

A rope that can be broken free with a little force, and it will also be automatically released when the time for the Transfiguration is up.

"Hey, kid, what are you doing!" Phineas roared loudly when he saw Malfoy's figure at this time.

Even if it's just a back view.

Although he was a Mudblood Mudblood who had been dead for many years, as a former principal, he could not allow students to be attacked in front of his eyes.

"Oh my God, who are you." The fat woman also screamed.

But he could only shout a few times, and the portrait could never go beyond the paper.

"Noisy old guy, be quiet!" Malfoy said in a low tone, throwing Hermione's wand back at will, firmly inserting it into the wall behind him.

The end of the wand kept vibrating.

Phineas screamed in horror.

Malfoy ignored the man after that.

Instead, go straight out the door.