Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"My head hurts." Pansy woke up from her sleep, muttered unconsciously, and then found herself sleeping on a soft leather sofa, covered with a pink flannel blanket, she hurriedly used her hands Lining up his body, he straightened up, looked around, and then saw the afterglow of the pale golden sunset sprinkled on the blue-black floor through the window, and the sofa around him was covered with a luxurious carpet.

"Draco!" she called hastily, lest Malfoy leave her behind.

"Are you awake?" Malfoy rested his toes slightly at this time, and was cleaning a tall and large bookcase in the living room. The glass on it was broken and several gaps were exposed, so he needed to use magic to remove it. The broken parts were partially enlarged to close the gaps, but when Pansy woke up, he stopped the work he was doing.

"I have to say that I was careless. This music box was enchanted. Fortunately, it was only a little hypnotic." Malfoy said, taking out the music box from his arms and handing it to Pansy.

"I'm sorry, I got caught too." Malfoy said helplessly to Pansy, "but you're lucky, there's a sofa behind you, so you shouldn't have fallen over."

"But I woke up earlier, and when I saw you drooling out of sleep, I couldn't bear to call you." Malfoy said teasingly, staring at Pansy.

"What?" Hearing this, Pansy hurriedly put down the box, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and then his face turned red again, and the blush spread directly to the roots of his ears.

"You lied to me!" Pan Xi realized that he had been fooled again after a set of actions, and said angrily.

"Then as compensation, I'll let you drool when you see delicious food. Now you can save a little. Although it is relatively desolate, but if you walk in another direction, there are still a few restaurants." Malfoy He shrugged, then pointed to the setting sun outside the window, "Let's go, Miss, who slept until she missed her lunch, it's going to be night now."

When Malfoy said this, he heard a few "gugu" sounds.

"Let's go, where are we going?" Pansy immediately turned over from the sofa, as if nothing had happened, quickly put on his shoes, stood up, and began to look around pretendingly.

But the very unsatisfactory "gugu" sound began to echo in the room again.

Another unspeakable silence.

"Uh, well, if we don't go, we starve a certain greedy cat and let the little gluttonous cat's father know. Maybe I abuse his daughter, then my life will be difficult."

"How dare you say that my father is a cat?" Pan Xi said in dissatisfaction, leaning forward with his hips on his back.

"It seems that you still admitted my statement." Malfoy said solemnly, but when he saw Pansy's breathing was getting faster and faster and his hair was about to explode, Malfoy changed the subject and raised his eyebrows and said, "So Give me a chance to buy you."

"How, what do you want to eat?" he continued.

"I think about it." When it came to food, Pansy began to think with her head down, and temporarily gave up on pursuing it.

"I'll consider other things when I'm full." Pansy thought to herself.

"What the mistress wants to eat, Kreacher will do anything!" Pansy suddenly heard the voice of the house-elf that made her feel sick just now,

Oh, it's called Kreacher.

It was standing at Malfoy's feet, looking in good spirits now, with his chest held high, the fur in his ears neatly groomed, and the dirty rags that had been around his waist washed away. Bai, Malfoy wanted him to change into new clothes, but if he did, the house elf might kill himself right away. In Kreacher's eyes, letting him be free would be nothing but a shame.

But Pansy obviously didn't hear the words behind, just like a sophisticated computer suddenly crashed, the whole person suddenly lost the ability to think and stood there blankly.

"M... Mistress?" Pansy repeated stutteringly, but the voice was too low for Kreacher to hear.

"Kreacher is good at all kinds of cooking." Kreacher proudly raised his big head! Continue to speak proudly.

"Kreacher, you can call her Miss Parkinson," Malfoy interrupted Kreacher.

"Kreacher, I ordered you to call it like you did before!" Pansy said hurriedly, staring at Kreacher, his eyes shining.

"Miss Parkinson, please trust Kreacher's craftsmanship!" Compared with Pansy's order, Malfoy is the real owner of it now, so Kreacher immediately changed his name and continued to explain his own ability in a serious manner. Ignore what Pansy says behind.

"I've cleaned the kitchen, please believe in the quality of a qualified house elf!" Kreacher thought that he could see through what Pansy was thinking, and said preemptively.

"Really?" Pansy asked suspiciously, looking at Kreacher in front of her. She wanted to insist on the "name" Pansy, and her attention was drawn again.

"Of course!" Kreacher said confidently. House-elves are very good at housework. In the original story, Kreacher only disliked those who occupy the magpie's nest, so he treated those members of the Order of the Phoenix perfunctory. Even deliberately disturbed. Today, Malfoy fulfilled Regulus' last wish for him, and gained Kreacher's respect from his heart.

"Kreacher is best at steak and kidney pie!" Kreacher said excitedly, waving the knife and fork in his hand!

But Pansy still ran down the second floor in disbelief and broke into the basement directly. The tables, chairs and benches covered with oil had left a deep impression on her.

But when she came down those steps again, Pansy began to wonder if her memory had gone wrong, maybe Malfoy modified her memory while she fainted.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Pansy saw that the surrounding walls seemed to have been repainted with the corresponding color, showing a reddish-brown wood-like color, and the mildew on the wooden table had also been completely cleaned. It was clean, as if it was newly bought, and the few iron pots hanging from the ceiling were also taken down and placed on the table, which was polished to a glossy finish.

There was also a fire in the fireplace, and the charcoal was burning and crackling in the fire. .

Other dishes and copper plates were neatly placed on the table, reflecting the rising flames, shining brightly.

"Miss Parkinson, please give Kreacher a chance! Kreacher will definitely make a dinner that will satisfy you and the host!" Kreacher stood on Pansy and bowed deeply.

"Okay." Pansy can only nod, now Kreacher is much more pleasing to the eye than just now, maybe his cooking skills are not bad? There was hope in her heart.

French onion soup, stew, minced meat pie, custard... Pansy and Malfoy waited patiently for Kreacher to cook. The ceramic pot is bubbling with bubbles, exuding a tempting fragrance.

Kreacher is very efficient.

One dish after another was placed on a plate and handed up one after another.

"When I was a guest at your house before, I never saw such a sumptuous dish." At this time, Pansy's eyes no longer stared at the sumptuous food, but looked at Malfoy and said sarcastically.

"Every wizard has his own area of ​​expertise, and the same goes for house-elves. Dobby's area of ​​expertise is cleaning, and Dobby's kitchen here is also cleaned by Dobby." Malfoy didn't care about this, patiently. explaining.

"Kreacher, come to my house, I'll give you double your salary." Pansy glanced at Kreacher, who was still busy, and then cast his provocative eyes on Malfoy, saying in a fit of anger.

She is still "remembering" the "title" issue not long ago.

"Miss Parkinson." Kreacher turned his head, his big eyes widened, "Please don't insult the loyalty of a house elf." He said solemnly, and then turned to cook his own dishes, no Forget Pansy.

"What's your loyalty? It's obvious that you're here today, Draco." Pansy turned her face away again and said in a low voice, feeling a little sullen, but she was quickly overwhelmed by the aroma of the food that was constantly being brought to the table. attracted.

Soon, these foods became the object of her talk.

"Aren't the two of them eating?" Pansy put the food she seemed to like into the bowl, thought of something, and asked Malfoy in a low voice.

"It's an insult to them to invite house-elves to the table." Malfoy said with a shrug, he didn't mind eating with them, but Kreacher and Dobby would be very concerned about this.

Even Dobby still seeks freedom.

But sadly, it's only "limited" freedom, and a little favor can make them grateful.

Malfoy was powerless to change this, and he had no extra energy to change it.

He can only restrain himself and try his best to influence the people around him.

"When I'm free, can I ask them to do something else?" Pansy asked while taking a sip of the onion soup in front of him, stirring the thick soup with a spoon, while holding his cheeks.

"Don't go too far, I can agree." Malfoy nodded. He had to stay in this house for a while, and he didn't have time to accompany her. It would be great if Pansy could find a way to relieve her boredom.

Kreacher's craftsmanship is indeed very good. Even though he has only lived in a hurry for many years, his cooking skills have not declined, which makes the food on the table disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, the table was a mess, and the first meal at Black's ancestral home was over.

"Heh." Pansy yawned, her eyes were a little hazy, and she was sleepy again, looking a little lazy.

"Are you sleepy after you've eaten? Have you decided which room to sleep in? Dobby should have pretty much tidy up the room upstairs. Would you like to take a look?" Malfoy offered his own suggestion.

Pansy nodded in response.

The two climbed to the top of the stairs, where there were only two doors, and the one facing him had a sign on it that said Sirius.

Malfoy pushed the door open without any hesitation.

The dust on the floor and the chandeliers had been thoroughly cleaned, and the inside of the room looked very spacious, with a large bed with a carved headboard, a long velvet drapery covering the high windows, and a faded pair hanging beside the drapery. A gold-red flag with the words "Gryffindor" embroidered on it with gold needle and thread.

"If I hang this thing in my bedroom, my dad will definitely kill me. He hates Gryffindor the most." Pansy pouted and said in surprise.

Then her eyes continued to scan the bedroom, and she suddenly found something, and two faint blushes quickly climbed on her face.

"That Sirius Black is really a shame for the Black family! Sure enough, he should be kicked out of some genealogy." Pansy stomped angrily on the wooden floor, and then quickly ran to a silver-gray satin wall , stretched out her hand, and she was going to tear down these obscene posters.

In addition to some posters of motorcycles, there are also posters of Muggle girls in bikinis, who are posing seductively, staring directly at the person outside the picture with bold and provocative eyes.

Pansy exhausted all her strength at the moment, her face flushed red, but she still couldn't tear these posters off. She realized that her efforts were in vain, she sighed depressedly, and her whole body became downcast.

"Don't bother, Pansy, Blake should also cast a permanent sticking spell on the wall, and sticking these things must be to show his rebellion against his parents, it can't be torn off, if you don't like it, Then I'll take you to the next room."

"I live here!" Pansy said hastily. "Also, turn your head and don't look!" she added.

"My threshold is not low enough to be stimulated by a few posters." Malfoy laughed dumbly, and then said: "Okay, I won't watch it, you just like this room."

"By the way, if there is nothing else, you stay in this room. Dobby just told me that there is a ghoul hidden in one of the toilets. I am going to deal with it, I think You definitely don't want to stay in the same house with it?" Malfoy said with his back to Pansy now.

"Then you can go." Pansy waved his hand and said urgingly, as if he was frightened by the ghoul in Malfoy's mouth.

"Call Dobby or Kreacher for anything, I'll be there soon," Malfoy reminded at last, stepping out of the room.

Seeing the back of Malfoy leaving, Pansy clutched her chest and let out a long sigh of relief. Then she fell straight back on the bed, and carefully took out a delicate glass vial from her arms and put it in the Shaking in front of his eyes, he looked at it carefully with his eyes, which was filled with mother-of-pearl lustrous liquid.

Pansy looked at it, unaware that there was a silly smile on his face.

She has made her own plan.

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