Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"I'll just say, he won't do anything that's not good." Ron said in a low voice to Harry, who was sitting beside him.

"I almost thought he really wanted to help Hagrid, too." Harry held up the thick potions textbook, covering his face so that Snape wouldn't see their little gestures, it was afternoon, right now It's potions class time.

It was only later that they learned that Lucius had entered the Ministry on this advice, which Fudge declared was a remarkable contribution.

In fact, it was a compromise that Fudge had made before to get the message to restore his reputation.

"If you want to say that the contribution is also Hagrid's contribution, does it have anything to do with Malfoy's father?" Harry said with some dissatisfaction.

"I dare say that his father spent a lot of money behind his back." Ron speculated maliciously.

Obviously, he guessed right.

For such a prestigious and prestigious pure-blood wizard, to enter the wizarding bureaucracy, sometimes only a plausible excuse is lacking.

Even if there is no Hagrid this time, according to the original trajectory, donating a considerable amount of wealth to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries will allow Lucius to enter the ranks of officials of the Ministry of Magic.

With a "jump", Ron suddenly found that a piece of paper had hit the back of his head.

He looked back, but found no clues

He turned his head again, and saw Snape with his arms wrapped around him, his gloomy sallow face looking down at him.

"Miss Knowles, your warning doesn't seem to be effective, and your friend doesn't understand your painstaking efforts." Snape didn't keep staring at Ron, but turned his attention to Hermione, who was sitting upright at the table behind them. , said indifferently.

"One person will deduct ten points from Gryffindor." Snape sneered happily, then walked up to Hermione, bent down and lowered his voice, and said in a cold tone: "Remember, I hope this is mine. The last time the private warehouse was stolen, the next time Dumbledore's dissuasion will not be useful to me, Miss know-it-all, don't think that the materials you stole this time make me not know what you want to do, and I will find out next time. , it's you who should drink the medicine, I really look forward to what you will say under the effect of Veritaserum."

After that, Snape gave Hermione another vicious look, then walked away, dragged the long and somewhat old robe back to the podium, and continued his lecture.

"Remember, the parotid gland of the black-orbited toad is the main site for secreting venom. If any of you touch it without gloves, please deal with the skin rot. I won't waste time for your stupidity." Snee Pu continued to speak in a caustic tone.

"I told you to let me dove, and I asked you to be a hero to save the beauty." In another corner of the classroom, Pansy was ruthlessly ripping off the roots of some plants with a knife, cutting them into pieces. He was still chanting words, as if imagining these stems as someone, venting on someone.

The last Quidditch match with Hufflepuff was over, and after a short celebration with her teammates, Pansy hurriedly looked into the audience, hoping to find Malfoy. But what brought her was endless disappointment. She remembered that Malfoy was still cheering her on in the players' lounge before the game, but when the game was over, he disappeared completely.

She knew what happened next through Rita Skeeter's report. Even though she knew that the woman might be talking nonsense, she still couldn't control her resentment and jealousy.

"Hero saves beauty? Can only her front teeth be counted?" She thought so bitterly. It was the same last year. Is he going to pay back the girl's favor this time?

And he didn't come to congratulate himself, as if winning the championship was an easy thing.

So Pansy decided to ignore Malfoy, and made a fuss of his own.

As for Malfoy's side, it is obvious that he has no scruples about the girl's mood. From his point of view, there is absolutely no need to congratulate him.

Earlier, he had bought the seven Firebolts from Fudge, ready to use them for the Slytherin team. At that time, Fudge still asked him, but he didn't think that he would lose his wife again. Bingbing, paying such a high price, in exchange for a "voluntary" resignation as a last resort.

With seven Firebolts, and after training for so long at Christmas, if I still can't get the trophy, I really can't blame anyone.

So he didn't take it to heart.

Because of the "family tree" books, people in Slytherin Academy have been panicking, and a small number of students feel that the sky is about to collapse. Telling them that Voldemort is a half-blood is enough to make their spiritual pillar collapse.

The facts are contrary to the ideals that have been taught and instilled by parents all the time.

Slytherin may be the academy with the most dark wizards, but that doesn't mean that they are all. If so, Dumbledore or even earlier principals must have disbanded this academy long ago.

It is undeniable that, due to its particularity, the words and deeds of the parents' generation still have a great influence on the students of this college.

The library incident last time destroyed this concept, but it also destroyed the confidence of many students.

The defeat to Ravenclaw that ball game is the most powerful proof.

To restore their confidence, Malfoy had no choice but to do this, and this move also brought him great prestige. If he played in person, it might be for his own honor, but Malfoy was only as a sponsor. The identity of the person appears.

"In the end, the honor will only belong to the great Slytherin, not just a few people." Malfoy said to the players.

"Is money worship really better than blood worship?" Malfoy asked himself at the same time. The answer was that he didn't know, but from the current situation, it was very necessary to weaken Voldemort's reputation. The price is still worth it.

As for Pansy, Malfoy didn't know where he had offended her again, and could only silently attribute it to the mood swings of the adolescent girl.

Malfoy thought that Pansy would be happy to win the Quidditch trophy, but what he didn't know was that the honor was to be shared. Pansy was happy for winning the championship, but maybe even more hopeful. Is to get his encouragement and praise.

It's not the kind of formal praise that is polite, and there may be some other "rewards" in Pansy's expectations.

He felt that in a few days, Pansy might find another step down and take the initiative to come to him to make peace, because the end of the term was coming and the exam was approaching. According to the past situation, Pansy would definitely need pre-exam guidance, otherwise it would be difficult to pass the exam. Big problem.

However, subsequent facts proved that Malfoy's inference was correct, but the reason was terribly wrong.

He didn't know that.