Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

I have to say, Apparition is a very wonderful experience. It feels like the whole body is squeezed through a very narrow rubber tube. The powerful force ushered in from all directions squeezes his body. The choice is Floo powder or a car, but the experience of these two is not necessarily much better than that of Apparition. The former will make oneself disgraced, and the throat and nasal cavity will be filled with soot, while the latter will consume a lot of money. Time, it may be bumpy when encountering a driver with poor skills.

It just so happened that Malfoy needed some more practice on this spell, so he chose to Apparate.

This is also the maximum distance that Malfoy can use Apparition to move. He has already experimented many times with short-distance Apparition, and it is also a good choice to take this opportunity to improve his proficiency.

As for the heddle problem, one mistake was enough, it wasn't Malfoy's habit to fall in the same place, and he had solved the heddle problem since the wand confiscation incident.

He tried his best to take a few breaths to calm his beating heart and his dizzy brain. Malfoy looked around. At this moment, he was standing on a small square. In the center of the square was a messy and barren grass. Most of the houses on the side have their curtains tightened to avoid prying eyes.

It was the moment when the sun was shining brightly, and the dazzling sunlight passed through the thin clouds, coating the old buildings nearby with a touch of gold.

Walking along the wide and empty street, Malfoy looked at the surrounding houses. Most of them were dilapidated and neglected to repair. Almost every door was filled with all kinds of garbage, and many doors were even carved in front of them. Lots and lots of weird doodles.

"It's really desolate." Malfoy looked at the surrounding scenery and sighed, "Where did Dobby go? Didn't you tell him to wait here?" Malfoy frowned as he continued to move forward. Go, continue to scan the street with your eyes.

An open light pink sunshade suddenly burst into his eyes. The person under the umbrella was looking down at him. It was a girl Malfoy knew all too well. The two looked at each other and the girl changed into Smiling face.

Today's Pansy is wearing a light white pleated dress and a light pink dome hemp sunshade hat with a delicate hand-made flower embroidered on it. She usually wears a uniform at school. Style wizard robes, when it is a rare time for vacation, Pansy will naturally not give up the opportunity to dress up.

Malfoy looked at the girl who was almost dressed to go out. He guessed that Narcissa was the one who made the hell out of it, and suddenly understood why she insisted on forcing herself to stay at home for another day, just to "tell the news".

Narcissa is particularly concerned about the matchmaking, and she doesn't know how many times she has been swaying this issue in just a few short days of vacation.

"Oh, it looks like I'm going the wrong way." Malfoy pretended not to see her, then glanced at the house in front of him perfunctorily, muttering to himself in a volume just enough for Pansy to hear, and then turned around. Go in the opposite direction.

"Draco, where are you going!" Pansy panicked when she saw Malfoy turn around and leave. She immediately wanted to keep up, but she forgot that she was standing at the top of the stone steps and stepped on the air with one foot. , the body lost control of the balance, and it was about to fall.

"Ah!" Pansy's throat screamed in panic. She was still holding a black suitcase in her left hand and an umbrella in her right hand. Both hands that could maintain her balance were occupied.

Her face suddenly lost its blood.

Just when Pansy thought she would just fall down the steps, a gentle force suddenly supported her, making her feel at ease, her feet slowly touching the ground, and then she stood firm.

"I knew you wouldn't pretend you didn't see it, Draco." Pansy had returned to the flat ground now, looking innocently at the indifferent Malfoy.

"I'm not here for a vacation, Pansy." Malfoy knew that he couldn't play stupid anymore, so he could only try to speak to Pansy in a serious tone, hoping that she would be able to retreat in spite of difficulties, but even Malfoy himself knew that this was impossible.

This girl sometimes always shows stubbornness that is not suitable for her age.

Sure enough, Pansy's eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist at this time, looked at Malfoy with pitiful eyes and said, "I ran away from home this time, you will definitely take me in, right?"

Tears are always a major killer of women, but Malfoy is already immune, and he has enough experience to distinguish when a fake cry is a real cry.

"Really?" Malfoy looked at Pansy with suspicion, and then suddenly heard the sound of flapping wings behind him, and an owl flew straight towards the two of them.

"I remember that the owls in your house are all of this species." Malfoy glanced at the owl and then at Pansy, then said.

This is a short-eared owl with a short stature and is not suitable for transporting bulky items. Sure enough, there is only a letter tied to its claws. Malfoy took the letter off the claws and stretched out his hand. Put the owl back in the sky.

"Don't look!" Pansy hurriedly reached out and tried to grab the letter, but Malfoy held the letter high, opened it again, and read the letter with her head up. Goals are difficult to achieve.

"Are you sure you're running away from home?" Malfoy swept the contents of the letter at a glance, and the contents made him a little dumbfounded.

"Forgive it, how could you agree if you don't say it's miserable?" Pan Xi lowered her head, looked at the stone ground under her feet, repeatedly put her toes up and relaxed, doing mechanical repetitions.

Malfoy doesn't know what to say now. He restored his expectation that this was a letter from Pansy's father, urging her to go back quickly. The result was only half correct, the identity was correct, but the general idea of ​​the letter was Please Malfoy take good care of Pansy.

"Your father is really at ease with me." Malfoy looked at Pansy, his heart was a little broken, and he compared his heart to his heart. If he became a father, he would never let such a thing happen.

Then Malfoy didn't have time to continue to think about it, and he felt that his heel was hit hard. He turned his head and saw that there was no one behind him. It was not until he lowered his head that he saw Dobby was behind him. Trembling with trembling, he still held an envelope in his hand.

"Dobby is late! Master Malfoy, please forgive me!" Dobby said nervously, his ugly brown-red face, those big, surprisingly large brown eyes showed fear, and his big tomato-like nose could not help shrinking. stand up.

But Dobby still tried his best to restrain his emotions, and then stretched out his still trembling hand, "This is the letter that Madam asked me to give you."

Pansy, as if seeing a savior, immediately raised his head again, looking at Malfoy's next performance expectantly.

"Hoohoo!" Malfoy didn't even have the patience to open the letter, so he ignited it directly. The whole letter slammed into a fireball, and then burned out quickly. blow these ashes away.

Pansy's face turned pale again, and the rescue she had finally hoped for was sent away.

Before she could speak, Dobby began to scream: "Master Malfoy burned his wife's letter, Master Malfoy burned his wife's letter, Dobby is sorry for his wife's request, Dobby is sorry for his wife's request, Dobby's going to punish himself!" and rammed headlong up the steps.

"I order you to stop self-mutilating immediately, Dobby," Malfoy said casually, and Pansy saw Dobby abruptly stop his charge.

"But Dobby made a mistake." Dobby turned around immediately and looked at Malfoy tearfully with those big eyes.

"Burn it because I completely guessed what my mother wrote in the letter, and it has nothing to do with you." Malfoy is also very helpless to this kind of creature that is prone to self-mutilation. This is still a little elf chasing the spirit of freedom. , there are some other pursuits, if it is other, I dare not think about what will happen later.

"As for you." Malfoy's eyes stopped on Pansy at this time. The difference in momentum between the two was like a judge and a prisoner. Pansy was the one waiting to be released.

Looking at Pansy's pitiful appearance, even knowing that 90% of it was fake, Malfoy couldn't help it.

He had to sigh and say, "You won."

Sure enough, as soon as he heard that Malfoy still indulged himself, Pansy's sad expression immediately disappeared, revealing a happy look, and a bright smile bloomed on his little face.

"But." Malfoy continued, "You can't touch things after entering..." Now that he accepted this reality, Malfoy could only start talking to Pansy about the things she should pay attention to. Looking at Pansy's happy smile, At the same time, Malfoy also felt a slight fluctuation in his heart: "Maybe this is not bad." Malfoy said to himself.

Then the two climbed the stone steps again, stepping up step by step.

"What did you put in your luggage?" Malfoy only felt that the black box was very heavy, and asked curiously.

"What to eat and use." Pansy replied as a matter of course.

Just as the two of them were talking, they had already stood at the top of the steps and came to No. 12 Grimmauld Place. In front of this room was a tattered door. The black paint on it might have peeled off due to time. Full of scratches left and right. The silver door knocker is in the shape of a coiled serpent. There is no keyhole in the door, and no letterbox.

The current Black family's ancestral home is not under the protection spell, so it has not been hidden, and those spells are only for Muggles.

Malfoy took out his wand and tried to knock on the door, making some dull noises. He was about to use magic to force it open, but suddenly he heard a loud sound of metal parts colliding and a clattering sound like a chain, and the door rang. And open.

Then Pansy and Malfoy used the light outside the door to see a house-elf standing in front of them. Even though Dobby looked ugly enough, Pansy felt that the house-elf in front of him was even more than Dobby. A hundred times more ugly.

Except for a dirty rag around his waist, the house-elf was almost naked, with a bald head, a mass of white hairs growing out of two large bat-like ears, and bloodshot eyes that were gray and fleshy. Hu's nose is huge.

He looked very old.

"For the first time, I thought Dobby was handsome," Pansy whispered to Malfoy.

Before Malfoy could return to Pansy, Dobby rolled on the ground in excitement, saying, "Dobby has been praised! Dobby has been praised!"

Malfoy didn't have time to care about Dobby, he was now scrutinizing the house-elf in front of him, and there was no doubt that the only elf that would appear at Black's ancestral home would be Kreacher.

"Sure enough, there are guests." Kreacher bent over and said in his hoarse, low, bullfrog-like voice, his bloodshot eyes staring straight at the two in front of him.

"It's all noble pure blood." Kreacher's spirit was lifted, his eyes were full of fanaticism, and he muttered to himself. "Dear guest, may I ask your name?" Kreacher seemed to have thought of something at this moment, hunched his back and straightened up, then bowed to the two of them in a standard aristocratic manner.

"My last master has disappeared, and the last heir to the Black family has disappeared, so please allow me to introduce myself, and you can call me Kreacher. ' Kreacher continued gloomily.

"My name is Draco Malfoy, and my mother is also a member of the Black family, so strictly speaking, I'm not a guest." Malfoy squatted down and tried to talk to Kreacher at the same height. He looked at the house-elf in front of him.

"Are you Miss Cissy's son!" Kreacher asked tentatively. The already huge eyes swelled again, as if they would bulge out at any time.

"Yes." Malfoy nodded. House elves are quite sensitive to this aspect. They naturally have a set of means to distinguish the so-called bloodline, which may also be an instinct engraved in their bloodline.

"She is the only member of the Black family that Kreacher still maintains respect for!" Kreacher said excitedly, "That's the way of a real aristocrat. It's a pity, it would be great if she came to inherit the Black family, then The former glory of the Black family will surely shine again under her leadership! Instead of being corrupted by a scum who should be nailed to the pillar of shame!" Kreacher shouted in an unusually thin voice, the more Speaking of the back, his expression became more and more excited.

"Master Black is a nasty, ungrateful bastard who broke his mother's heart—" Thinking of his former master, Kreacher continued to talk nervously to himself, and Pansy looked at him like he was treating a madman. Some winced and took a few steps back.

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