Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Draco? Are you willing to come out? I haven't seen you in a vacation."

The girl wore a sun hat on her head, sunglasses in front of her eyes, a pale pink handbag in her hand, and a white dress, standing in front of him pretty, Yi said with anger and joy.

It's a pretty gorgeous outfit, like going to a big banquet.

"You should also be grounded for the entire holiday. Whether I go out or not, you will never see me."

"You can come to my house to play." Pansy whispered.

"Or I'll go to your house," she added.

"I feel like you're going to a party." Malfoy quipped, pretending not to hear the girl.

Of course, Malfoy had no spare time for entertainment, and it was even more unrealistic for Pansy to visit his house, which was already a base for dark wizards, werewolves, dark wizards from all over the world, and vampires.

Not to mention that Voldemort would be there at any moment, which is not a good place for a date no matter what you think.

As for the ancestral home of the Black family, even Malfoy himself had never gone back once during his vacation.

"Of course, I've been at home all day, and I'm suffocated to death. After finally coming out, I must dress up properly." Pan Xi gave him a white look, and she pouted slightly, half complaining and half depressed.

Boys always have little pursuit of beauty, at least not so interested in the process of pursuing beauty.

"Why do I feel like you've lost weight?" Pansy suddenly raised her head and looked at him with a frown.

Malfoy doesn't seem to have changed, except that he has grown a little taller and lost a lot of weight, and he is still wearing that old-fashioned robe.

The black and green robes did not fit well with the change of the figure.

"Go get your clothes cut first, the robes need to be changed," Malfoy said.

School is approaching, and it's time to prepare something new.

For example, new robes, new textbooks, worn out cauldrons to be replaced, lost wands to buy new ones, and many consumable items to be replenished or replaced.

The two walked along the cobblestone road,

The noon sun made the stones a little hot. The girl looked around while walking, and found that the surroundings were deserted. Occasionally, one or two figures could be seen, with a hurried look.

"It doesn't seem to be very peaceful recently." Pansy gently kicked a stone away and said softly.

"Yeah." Malfoy sighed, but the meaning in it was not a simple complaint like the girl.

He knows more inside information, but he doesn't have the ability or necessity to stop it.

Soon, they came to the store with the words "Tuofan Clothing Store" written in black ink on the sign above their heads.

"Two well-fitting robes, one male and one female, Slytherin House." Malfoy tapped lightly on the table.

A variety of brightly colored or dull fabrics hang in the store.

"Okay, please measure it first." The boss stood up and buttoned the table lightly, and a tape measure jumped out from under the table.

The magic tape measure quickly stretched out and stretched snugly along their waists to measure their figures.

Then she picked two dark green fabrics, and the sharp scissors began to cut them under the action of magic, and the dark silk threads quickly flew up and down with the stitches.

Soon the two fitted robes were ready, unfolded, and spread out on the table.

"It's still this boring color." Pansy sighed with great interest, staring at the lifeless black and green Slytherin uniform in front of her.

"Aren't you going to go shopping?"

"There's nothing to shop around, hurry home," Malfoy said warningly.

"Oh."

The girl is a little disappointed.

"Florin's ice cream shop has closed." Malfoy seemed to know where the girl wanted to go, and refused first.

"The bookstore will do, too. You can help me see what I'm going to buy, maybe buy some extended books as an extension, right?"

Girls moved on to study.

"This...this...this" Malfoy quickly picked the books that were basically beneficial to girls on the bookshelf, and picked them up in a blink of an eye.

The girl's stalling tactics didn't work.

Malfoy took a bar of chocolate out of his cuff and ate it without Pansy noticing.

He tried his best to make himself less rigid, squeezed his temples, and slightly relieved the unbearable dizziness again.

"Walk around again."

"Okay, then stroll around." Malfoy looked at the sky and seemed to have some time to "spend".

Halfway down the road, Pansy was drawn to a grocery store. The name of the grocery store was Fantas Grocery, with a tattered sign that seemed to be bent out of aged straw and glued to it.

In addition, there are some novel gadgets on the stalls set up outside the store, such as an alarm clock in the shape of a rose, which simulates the flowering period. In the morning, it is bright and budding, and it blooms hot from noon to afternoon, and it reaches zero. Wither and wither, start over.

Or some hairpin accessories that will change color and deform with the weather and the environment.

After complimenting the accessories he couldn't understand, Malfoy went to other shelves. Obviously, the things that girls are interested in and the things that boys are interested in are two-dimensional items.

On the container, a toothpaste box-shaped item caught his attention.

"Sellott's Magic Glue! Your home companion, made from Komodo's snot and slug's blood, mixed in odd proportions, whether it's a broken boot or a broken wand. It can easily meet your daily needs." The boss rushed in front of Malfoy and started to sell it, which seemed to be a long-selling product.

This is a greasy middle-aged man with a bald head, a shiny face, a full beard, and a tattered shirt with seven or eight patches.

"As a trap, it can even stick to a werewolf's claws! Waiting for the Auror's rescue!"

"If you accidentally stick to your body, please go to the Clearing Department Store (St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries) immediately." There was even a manual attached to the glue.

But probably because the effect is so good, no one dares to use it.

A row of glue was packaged in the humble casing, covered with a thin layer of dust.

Malfoy waved his wand casually at the group of merchandise.

Then the cork of one of the bottles of glue was opened, the smooth fluid was squeezed out, and it floated to the edges of the corners of two wooden tables not far away, and then the edges of the two tables seemed to have a magnetic force. They collided and stuck together.

"Gosh, what are you doing, do you know how hard it is to separate the tables now?

The owner screamed. ran over.

"My desk!"

Malfoy ignored it and tapped the wooden table in front of him with his wand. Then it collapsed, and the goods above were smashed to the ground.

"Fractured!"

Malfoy observed the broken pieces of wood. Even with the smashing spell, the places where the glue was attached were still firmly bonded. Under the control of the strength, most of them were still bonded together.

In terms of effect, it is indeed much better than ordinary sticking spells, and it does not consume mana.

"Good luck."

"It seems that you have to come out often, otherwise you will miss a lot of interesting things."

He obtained a lot of evil spells and props in the ruins of the dark wizard.

But such practicality is rare indeed.

However, it is not very objective to say that his house is not very objective. Except for those who are not very obedient and scattered in the Malfoy Manor, he has been in the wild for a long time.

"Where's the Aurors! I'm going to inform them that someone is destroying my property..."

The bald middle-aged man quickly shut up, because he saw a few more gold Galleons on the table.

"I think that's enough money."

"This is..." The man rubbed his hands together and wanted to exaggerate and brag about his value.

Then, seeing Malfoy's light gray indifferent eyes, he immediately froze.

Although temperament is a kind of existence that looks ethereal.

But it does exist.

Especially after a long experience of commanding, I can't help but bring the breath of some superiors.

If there is one who is not convinced among the werewolves and vampires, a magic spell will knock him down, so there is even a few traces of blood on his body, which is very light and thin.

In the entire power system constructed by Voldemort, he is also close to the spire.

After paying the bill, Malfoy put all the toothpaste box glue in his bag.

Pansy chose a butterfly-shaped headdress carefully and pinned it lightly on her head. The hair ornament was a light pink color, and it looked bright under the sunlight. For a while, the ornament seemed to move. Fly like a fly.

The two stepped out of the grocery store and walked slowly on the cobblestone road.

Even if he deliberately controlled his footsteps, his destination was almost there. At the end of the street, under the shadow of the mottled high wall, Pansy waved at him.

"Draco, see you at school!" Pansy's tone was a little reluctant.

"Goodbye." Malfoy raised his eyebrows, looking inexplicable.