Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy shook the map in his hand and unfolded it again.

On the yellowed parchment was a map of Hogwarts, and there was still no one near the bathroom on the second floor of the castle.

"If you're going, now is a good time," Malfoy said, looking at the Marauder's map.

An indescribable bitterness appeared on Pansy's face immediately, and a dull pain began to spread in his heart.

She suddenly regretted why she did this.

Why become sensible.

"Then if you don't come back, I should still be able to see you, right." Pansy asked nervously, she still felt that she might be thinking too much, which led to hallucinations.

Dreams can wake up at any time.

"There will be a chance, don't worry," Malfoy reassured.

But in fact he didn't know when the next meeting would be.

This return, perhaps for a long time, will have to try hard to gain more Voldemort's trust.

He needs to find a chance to get Nagini out.

"Okay, goodbye! Draco." Pansy took a deep breath and said decisively, deciding to leave without looking back so that she wouldn't really hesitate.

"Wait." Malfoy stopped her, making Pansy a little excited.

But it didn't actually stop her.

Only then he called again: "Dobby!"

A neatly dressed house-elf in a jet-black tuxedo appeared in front of him.

"Master Draco! You're back? Master and Madam will be delighted."

Malfoy didn't answer, he leaned down and whispered something into Dobby's huge right ear.

Dobby said with trembling excitement: "Dobby promises to complete the task! Please rest assured, Master Draco!"

Following in Pansy's footsteps, the girl looked back at him reluctantly, and then stepped into the cabinet door again.

I don't know when the two will meet again.

And Malfoy also removed the lock on the iron door, stepped up the stairs, returned to the surface, and made the next move.

In an inconspicuous room in Malfoy Manor, a beautiful blond woman was sitting in front of the dressing table, looking haggard, looking at the bronze mirror in front of her, but she didn't make any moves to dress up.

This woman was just in a daze, killing this unbearable time.

Suddenly, she heard a creaking sound of the wooden door being pushed.

but did not rise

"Why did you come back so early today? Have you done what the Dark Lord gave you? Any news from Draco?" she said without looking up.

She thought it was her husband who came back and asked casually.

The long wait gave her enough patience.

"Mom?" Malfoy called from the door, his voice changing, but Narcissa still heard it all at once.

"Draco?"

She raised her head in a panic, her eyes filled with a look of surprise in an instant, then hurriedly got up and rushed towards the door, not minding that her legs accidentally kicked the coffee table next to her feet, almost stumble.

Then rushed to her child.

Tears glistened in her eyes, and then the tears quickly flowed down her face.

He took his child into his arms.

The haggard appearance finally eased, and the brows stretched.

"Draco, you're finally back." Her wrists tightened around her child.

"I'm not fine, Mom?" Malfoy couldn't resist his mother's reaction.

But he also knew that he couldn't push it away for sure.

At this time, he also felt quite guilty in his heart.

In any case, it made them worry for too long.

But he can't have any contact with this side, even the frequency of communication with Dumbledore through the double-sided mirror, he seems to be very restrained to avoid leaks.

"I'm not dreaming? Draco?" Narcissa cupped Malfoy's cheek.

"No, Mom, I'm really back," he repeated.

"Just come back, just come back." Narcissa said, clutching her chest.

"Draco, you must be hungry? Dobby!" she called to the house-elves.

"He shouldn't be here. I sent him out to do something."

"Then what do you want to eat, mom will make it for you."

Narcissa was at a loss for words. Her child was back. This was news that surprised her too much, and she forgot the fact that she didn't really know how to cook.

After all, pampering is used to it.

"No need for Mom, I've eaten it," Malfoy explained.

Her mood gradually eased, and her helpless situation eased a little.

Soon, the mother and son moved into the living room. Even though Malfoy refused, a sumptuous meal was served and placed on the long table.

Most are ready-made.

"You haven't encountered any danger along the way, have you?"

"No." Malfoy told the truth, all the dangers encountered in this outing were within the scope of his ability to solve.

"Look, you've lost a lot of weight. You must have suffered a lot. It's because your mother didn't protect you."

"Don't worry, your dad will take care of it all and won't let you go to jail." She turned to comfort her child.

Azkaban collapsed and was destroyed, but new prisons were erected.

Malfoy wasn't worried about that.

There should be no bold Aurors around Voldemort.

Although he has not met the Dark Lord now, he must have gained enough trust.

Although the bitter plan to enter Azkaban did not come true, it was considered to have accepted the vote because he was wandering outside and openly taking hostages.

However, the incident of the broken prophecy ball did not happen, and his father was not imprisoned. He even held a certain share of "The Daily Prophet" and had a high right to speak.

In Voldemort's camp, the status is very high.

played a great role.

Especially now that the Dark Lord's subordinates hardly have any capable officers.

The Malfoy family is valued and used.

This is also the result he needs.

The chance to get close to Voldemort meant that Nagini could find more gaps when he was exposed to his sight.

Hogwarts definitely doesn't need to go back.

It's just that some necessary arrangements still require him to come forward.

Narcissa then looked at her child distressedly. She rolled up Malfoy's cuff, leaving a lot of scratches on his arm.

The originally pale face was now a healthy dark color, and there was a slight cyan stubble at the corners of the mouth.

"Don't worry, the Dark Lord is our backer now. You have contributed so much to him, and he will definitely help you."

Malfoy nodded.

"I have to tell your father this news, he will be very happy." Narcissa wiped her tears and pointed her fingers out the window.

"Narcissa, Dumbledore is dead, at his funeral... Draco may be able..." Coincidentally, Lucius' voice came from outside the door, and he pushed open the door and enter.

The tail of the silver silk robe was first put into the room, and then a tall but slightly slender man stepped in and hung his hood on the pole.

"It's rare, you actually took the initiative to eat, Sissy." He said without looking up.

After Malfoy escaped from Hogwarts, his wife had not eaten on time for a long time, and had lost a lot of weight.