Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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"How are you? Long time no see, Mr. Malfoy the robber?" The girl patted the robe embroidered with bronze and blue patterns on her body, stood up slowly, and said with a smile, by the way Beckoned to him.

She was none other than the Luna Lovegood whom Malfoy had phantom thought of just now.

"It seems that you caused the big trouble outside?" Luna asked tentatively, not caring about Malfoy's "fugitive" status, as if she had met an old friend and reminisced with him.

Without waiting for Malfoy to answer her, she bypassed him again, slowly approached the door, raised her slender arm, knocked on the inside of the door, and patted it.

"Will you stop them for me? I have a difficult question. I want to chat with this classmate. We haven't seen each other for a long time." She said briskly towards the door of Ravenclaw.

Luna didn't seem to be hostile to Malfoy at all, and even offered to help him kindly.

It was as if he was not a fugitive robber, but a classmate who had a better relationship with her.

"My questions have always been difficult!" The gentle questioning voice just now seemed offended and replied angrily.

As a door, it still seems to have no ability to distinguish between "good and evil".

After instructing the knocker, Luna turned her head, looked at Malfoy with her hazy eyes, and fiddled with the carrot earring on her earlobe.

"Thank you, and... long time no see." Malfoy said softly, frowning slightly, feeling a little suspicious about Luna's actions.

"Long time no see, was the journey with that Miss Delacour a pleasure?" The girl passed it over vaguely, even if it was close at hand, it sounded like it had come from far away

I have to say, this is a question that seems like a deliberate joke, especially when Luna asked it in her brisk tone, as if the two really just went on a tour.

"It's hard to say," Malfoy replied, shaking his head.

"They all seem to be attending the funeral, don't you come?" He walked over to a round high table, found a soft, blue-patterned chair and sat down, facing Luna slowly asked, changing the subject.

Since Luna has no hostility towards him,

Then he didn't want to deal with the status quo in some unpleasant ways.

Looking at Luna's performance, he seemed to have no opinion of him at all, as if that Christmas dance had just ended.

Anyway, it's better than being hostile.

Luna was the only one in Ravenclaw's lounge at this time.

All the rest of the students went to the memorial service and funeral in the auditorium full of grief.

"Professor Dumbledore isn't dead, why should I attend his funeral?" Luna said briskly.

Suddenly, he didn't realize what kind of impactful words he said.

Malfoy raised his eyebrows, his light gray pupils shrank sharply, and then his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the girl who spoke amazingly in front of him.

The girl's words made him a little nervous.

"You don't believe it? I think you should know. Of course, this is also my intuition." Luna turned around the chair, pursed her lips, and stroked her long pale blonde hair, which was a bit mottled. He also looked at his former dance partner who had been away for a long time.

"At that time, the pet of Professor Dumbledore, Phoenix Fox, started to sing sadly for him, but I could hear that its singing was not so sad." Luna continued lightly.

"That shouldn't be the sound you should have when you lose your master."

"This is a piece of evidence," Luna said confidently.

"Listen, now that phoenix is ​​singing loudly, isn't it sad?"

The melodious and moving song is now extremely penetrating, spreading almost to the entire Hogwarts, and also through the layers of stone walls, to the Ravenclaw lounge.

At this time, the funeral is actually over, and Phoenix Fox has left, which is a continuous echo caused by magic.

Unfortunately, Malfoy couldn't hear what Luna was saying, there was some false emotion in Fox's singing.

No matter how you listen to it, it makes people feel inexplicably sad.

There was a sudden sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Because he didn't have the ability to distinguish the delicate emotional color in the singing, he was more impressed by Luna's keen perception.

Maybe only this girl can do it.

"It doesn't convince anyone." Malfoy shook his head slightly, "at least not for me."

"Of course, if I say that, everyone will think I'm still that crazy girl, right?" Luna raised her head and looked at the boy in front of her.

"But there's one more point," Luna said immediately when Malfoy nodded slightly.

"I watched the dueling students in the Ministry of Magic at the time, and when I returned to school, I still couldn't see Ye Thestral."

"When we were going back to school, our group passed by the area where the nightstrals were kept. I saw them migrating intensively with my own eyes, but they didn't respond at all." Luna whispered.

"Only people who have seen death with their own eyes will see them. I don't know if those professors have ever witnessed death, but I am sure, I have." Luna's voice was very ethereal, with a faint hint of it. sad.

Perhaps again thinking of her mother who died in a magical accident.

"Professor Grapland from the Mysterious Creature Protection class originally wanted to explain the Thestral, but he skipped it because most students couldn't see it," Luna continued.

So until now, most people still don't know that it is Thestral who is responsible for pulling the carriage at Hogwarts, and those who have not witnessed death, they still think that this is a simple magic that provides power for the carriage. effect.

This was the luck of Dumbledore's slight omission.

If Hagrid was still teaching, he wouldn't think so much.

Malfoy sighed in relief, frowning at the same time.

"Then why didn't you tell them?" he asked immediately, an omission he could never have imagined.

But in the final analysis, Dumbledore did not expect so many people to be present at this decision, and his students, even Professor McGonagall, took the lead.

Of course, there is Luna, the biggest variable.

"If the professor is willing to let us know that he is not dead, he will definitely show up on his own initiative, but even though so many people are sad for him now, he still does not show up. There must be his own reasons."

"Crazy girls aren't stupid girls, and I think I'm pretty smart, don't I?"

Luna rambled and said: "When I was there, I was deceived a lot of tears."

He also rubbed the corners of his eyes.