Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Sirius Black!" Hermione gasped, her head was in chaos now, she didn't know why a black dog she rescued out of good intentions suddenly turned into a wanted criminal with heinous crimes, this man The face she had seen countless times in the newspapers. WwΔW. "Lie Wen. Cc

"Animagus!" Just when she was confused, Hermione suddenly came up with this term, and suddenly understood: Sirius Black is the same Animagus as Peter Pettigrew. A criminal has been released from the cage!

The advantages of age and gender simply cannot be crossed. There is no chance for her in front of this dark wizard. She even suspects that once she lifts her wand, this man will swiftly smash her wand into the air. The black magician who has experienced countless times really has too much combat experience.

However, at this moment, her heart is more confused. Why is Sirius Black locked in a cage, or in the dormitory of a Slytherin student, who accidentally caught him?

So does that student know the true identity of Sirius Black?

Hermione didn't know.

She even thought of a terrifying conclusion that made her dare not think about it any further, that Sirius Black approached Harry in this way.

The dark wizard is ruthless to others, and will be even more ruthless to himself. Using this method can even arouse the sympathy of others and reduce suspicion. Perhaps one of the current Slytherin students has been controlled by his Imperius Curse. Blake could just wait quietly, waiting for an opportunity like today.

Harry, who has a strong sense of justice, will definitely intervene if he encounters such a thing one day, then Black has succeeded.

Just like now.

She was facing this vicious criminal by herself, and the tall and thin man in ragged clothes was staring at her, his deep-set eyes filled with excitement.

"You may be able to kill me, but your ultimate goal will not succeed. Your master is unlikely to come back, so you should just die." Hermione's voice trembled, and her whole body was unsteady. The place where she lived trembled, and the threat of death made her eyes red. She couldn't imagine how her parents would feel if they heard the news of her death. Their daughter died in a curse like this? Hermione was even a little distracted at this moment: if the Ministry of Magic could erase the memory of her parents after she died, they would not be sad.

A terrible, unhappy laughter burst out of Blake's mouth, like hearing a terribly funny joke.

Hermione's heart froze even more.

He's a total lunatic, and Azkaban's Dementors may not have made him a walking dead, but they've made him a madman.

Let's see, this person will not feel a little burden in his heart before killing, but will feel extremely happy. Maybe he thinks that killing himself is one step closer to his plan?

"I have to say, you still have to continue to trust your pet." Blake said suddenly in his hoarse voice, his smile narrowed.

"Crookshanks?" Hermione didn't react for a while, she was a little stunned, and then she remembered that Crookshanks brought her here today, but the current situation did not allow her to continue to think about it.

"You've got a pet," Black said, and held Crookshanks in his arms with his claws, Crookshanks not resisting at all, as if Black was his master.

"You let it go!" Hermione snapped.

"Oh, your master is jealous, so be it." Black heard the words and put Crookshanks back on the ground, and then the big cat ran back to his master's side, meowing.

"We can talk, this cat, oh no, should be the owner of Crookshanks," Black said kindly.

"Go to hell, filthy Death Eater, I'm sick of talking to you one more word. Do you want to find Harry through me? It's impossible! I'd rather die." Hermione's eyes filled with brilliance. With determination, she can guess what the man in front of her wants to do. Killing herself is of no use to him. Taking her captive and deceiving Harry is a simple and effective strategy. According to Harry's temperament, he is Will definitely be hooked.

"It would be great if he also had this consciousness back then, what a glorious way to die for a friend." Blake's eyes were wet, and he remembered the past.

"This sentence came out of your mouth is a joke." Hermione was a little confused, but she still said with a sneer, not afraid of angering the man in front of her.

It could also be said that she was deliberately provoking the man and asking Blake to give her a treat so she wouldn't use him as a bargaining chip and threaten her friends.

"Yeah, joke." Blake sighed, his tone full of powerlessness.

"What a joke," Blake repeated. "But if I say I'm innocent, can you trust me?" Blake looked at Hermione with burning eyes.

"Innocent?" Hermione's brows furrowed involuntarily, which made her feel a little amused. Is a wizard who betrayed friends, killed more than a dozen Muggles, and took refuge in Voldemort innocent?

Maybe Merlin is a girl too.

Then Blake seemed to feel that just a few words could not convince the girl in front of him, shook his head and said, "Yes, I can't get you to trust me, it's for the sake of convenience, so it seems that you have to be wronged, Harry's friend." Blake's eyes were piercingly sharp.

Black's own wand wasn't around, but he kept his eyes on Hermione and said, "Dizzy..."

"Wait." Hermione said that she was going to make her last effort. Maybe she could use this excuse to hold off for a while. The longer it took, the better it would be for her, and the more likely she would be found out by the students who came back from the game. .

"Do you just trust a stranger's words like that? It's a pity that even if you can convince yourself, you can't convince me. If Harry's friend is only at this level, it's better to be unconscious so as not to disturb me. plan." Black immediately denied himself, and now he really has no evidence at all.

"I'll believe every word, every word, every sentence you say," Hermione said calmly, "but only if you drink the potion." Hermione then took it out of her pocket. A see-through bottle was swayed in front of Blake's eyes.