Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Hermione flipped through the newspaper quickly, skipping over some of the past that she already knew, or even knew better, these things she had already learned through Veritaserum, even more clearly than in the newspaper.

These words did nothing to her to understand the truth behind.

"Hermione, don't look, you need to rest now." Harry reached out and grabbed a corner of the newspaper, preventing Hermione from going any further.

"The rest of the content was written by reporters, don't worry about it." Ron continued, and Harry gave him another stern look, which was too much to reveal.

Hermione ignored what they said, and continued to pull the newspaper back in front of her, scanning it at a glance.

"Peter Pettigrew, whose plan was exposed, was furious. He needed our savior, Harry Potter's life, to avenge his master, but was seen through. Peter Pettigrew wouldn't know. Draco Malfoy, who is in control, has secretly told everything to Headmaster Dumbledore, and set up a net against him, just to avoid making a mess, and this plan has been kept well secret."

"As for why not to turn to the Ministry of Magic? Fudge, Minister of Magic, must have left a deep impression on readers a few days ago. I have no doubts about Draco Malfoy's decision. The author's next words are only Represents the author's personal views and has nothing to do with the Daily Prophet."

"Fudge should really step down. I even suspect that he is in cahoots with Peter Pettigrew. If this student really chooses to tell it, I think Fudge will even suppress the news in order to keep his position."

"Fudge can do this kind of thing, see the third page of the paper for details, our reporter went deep into the xx department of the Ministry of Magic to conduct an interview, and the dementors committed far more things than we reported. But it's all suppressed by Fudge's policy of concealment, and when the Minister of Magic loses his credibility with the public, it is time for him to step down."

Hermione now even suspects that her memory has been tampered with. She still clearly remembers that in Hogsmeade, it was Malfoy who gave Fudge the news about Sirius Black, so on the night of the end of the festival, Fudge. He brought Peter Pettigrew to the front of the stage.

At this moment a terrible conjecture welled up in Hermione's mind.

Fudge was also a victim.

"It's time to go, Ron." Harry tugged at Ron's shoulder and whispered into his ear, "She's about to see the report later, I think we'd be embarrassed here." So Ha Leigh pulled Ron by the collar half-forced and half-requested and dragged him out of the ward.

The focused Hermione did not notice the departure of the two of them at the bedside, but continued to look back intently.

"Unfortunately, Peter Pettigrew lost his mind and became more and more mad, and just as he was about to be arrested, he took a schoolgirl from Hogwarts hostage."

"Rita Skeeter's writing is really good, and it's still so provocative when I read it again, even I think you've fallen in love with me." A familiar voice came from Hermione's left hand, making her whole Her body froze for a moment, and taking this opportunity, a strong hand snatched the newspaper she was looking at.

"It's her skill that the stereotyped hero saving beauty is written so emotionally and touchingly." The boy said with a chuckle.

Still with that dazzling blond hair, and a casual tone, Malfoy was now standing at the bedside, looking at Hermione.

"Oh, looking at your eyes, the confusion has disappeared, I think you have guessed what happened, how? Am I right? Classmate Granger?"

Hermione was too late to be ashamed of Rita Skeeter's poor and pompous writing, portraying herself as a nympho who fell in love with someone at first sight because she was rescued! But now she had more important moments to ask Malfoy in front of her to confirm her suspicions, and there wasn't much emotion left to use elsewhere.

"You" Hermione's tightly pursed lips were about to open,

A syllable is made, but it is interrupted again.

"This is not an attitude towards a savior, Miss Granger." Malfoy put this issue of the Daily Prophet back on the bedside table and said lightly.

"All I can tell you now is these words, you listen carefully, don't interrupt." Malfoy began to pace around the hospital bed, looked around, and made sure that only the two of them were left before saying: " Your memory is definitely not wrong, if someone revises it, it must also be revised to what the newspaper said, it will be for us once and for all, but an old man objected to this practice, so we can only give up."

Malfoy shrugged helplessly, and continued: "You can guess what happened at will, but it's best not to try to tell the truth of what you think, otherwise, those two guys who have finally been freed may be able to Cooperate with the investigation because your statement has changed."

"Are Professor Lupin and Sirius all right?" Hermione asked excitedly, her face that had been pale from being in a coma for a long time now full of excited flushes.

"At least it's better than you are now." Malfoy glanced at Hermione lying on the bed and said mockingly.

There are still many questions in her heart now, such as the reason for Moody and Malfoy's performance at that time. At that time, she really had completely lost hope, but the result was a huge reversal, at least the current result is so disappointing People are happy, and the guilt in their hearts has completely disappeared.

The only thing she cares about is whether Peter Pettigrew has been arrested and brought to justice. She doesn't want to think about anything else, it's not something she can touch.

"Thank you." Hermione wanted to ask something else, but she stopped in her throat for some reason, and just spit out the word with difficulty.

"My previous words are still counted, take care of your hair and teeth first, and then tell me these meaningless words, then I may still think about it." Malfoy waved his hand, said so, and then turned around. He headed towards the door of the ward and stopped looking at Hermione's expression.

Poor Hermione could only hold on to the sheets and stare at the back of this hateful man with shame and indignation.

With a "click", the door was gently closed, the ward regained its due calm, and his shadow completely disappeared from Hermione's sight.

"Phew." Malfoy sat casually on a chair outside the ward and let out a long breath.

"The script of the villain molesting an innocent girl is too shameful, but it's worth it." Malfoy could only sigh inwardly, and lowered his head, but he couldn't slow down. His acting skills have improved rapidly these days. The roles are seamlessly switched, from a juvenile and mature conspirator, a negotiator who goes back on his word, and a pure-hearted student who never blinks. It made him exhausted.

But soon, his eyes became bright again, because he saw a long, silver-white beard hanging in front of him.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore, we haven't seen you for a long time." Malfoy raised his hand and greeted Dumbledore friendly,

Dumbledore was standing in front of him now, his blue eyes scrutinizing him.

"You have given me a big problem." Dumbledore stroked his flowing beard and said in a slightly complaining tone.

"Your sense of responsibility is so strong, even if I don't tell you, you will definitely think of other ways. How, how are those guys trained?" Malfoy asked casually.

"It's all right," Dumbledore said lightly.

"What about the rat?" Malfoy demanded.

"See for yourself." Dumbledore raised the wand in his hand.

A blinding white light suddenly emanated from the tip of Dumbledore's wand, and then a huge projection suddenly appeared on the white wall opposite Malfoy.

A emaciated mouse was running wildly, and those small eyes kept observing the surroundings cautiously, even though it was pitch-dark all around.

There are tall shrubs and thorn-shaped plants around the mouse, blocking all the light. It is not night, but it is dark and gloomy in the lower half of the forest structure. There was a constant rustling of the leaves being trampled on, and a few thick roars of giant beasts could be heard from time to time in the distance, which added a slightly dangerous atmosphere to the forest.