Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Cleaning up ghouls is easier than Malfoy imagined. Contrary to the descriptions in ordinary people's rumors, this kind of creature actually just looks more vicious, and its habits do not match its name. It just eats some food in the attic or barn. Feeding on moths or spiders, the Ministry of Magic has classified it as only XX (harmless/tamable), and the ghoul hiding in the toilet was quickly expelled.

In fact, Dobby and Kreacher can kill this ghoul, but as house elves, they do not have the consciousness to use magic to fight, even though their magic system is very different from that of ordinary wizards, Huo None of the Apparitions forbidden by Gwarts can restrict their movements.

So it's up to Malfoy to do it.

Just as he stepped out of the toilet door, Malfoy's body suddenly froze.

"Nice junior, how many years is it now? Or do you have another way of calculating the year?"

An old voice sounded in Malfoy's mind, almost without hesitation, he subconsciously used Occlumency to block his thoughts, and then replied:

"It's 1994 AD," Malfoy replied cautiously. Malfoy had already guessed the identity of the owner of this voice.

"Really?" The voice was somewhat surprised, "I didn't expect that I've slept for so long, um, it's just over a thousand years and a year, is Hogwarts still there?" The stone stirred up waves in Malfoy's heart.

"Sure enough." Malfoy didn't expect that his random guesses were all hit, and he didn't know if he was lucky or not. This sentence almost confirmed his guess again.

"I'm a student there now too, oh, the house is Slytherin." Malfoy hoped that this seemingly unintentional revelation would give him some positive advantages.

"Really? That's good, it seems that they have developed the school well." The voice seemed to be relieved, said with some relief, and then his tone became surprised again: "It's a good Occlumency. Some skills are itchy." The voice continued, but quickly denied it: "But for a junior, I wouldn't be so rude."

"You seem to already know my identity? You also know your own identity." The deep voice said somewhat unexpectedly.

"I dare not deceive you, Mr. Salazar Slytherin." Malfoy's words were filled with respect.

The owner of the voice had little doubt now.

"You don't have to worry, even if you are a mudblood, I won't do anything to you, my magic won't last long." Even when clarifying the fact that his existence is about to disappear, the voice is still very calm.

"A cruel boy seems to have made this box into an evil magic item, you destroyed it, right?" At this point, Salazar's voice suddenly became gloomy, as if this matter violated his taboo .

"If I destroyed your locket and you want to pursue it, I have nothing to say." Malfoy responded indifferently.

"Of course not, I can still tell right from wrong, it is better to say that I need to thank you, I have slept for a long time, but I still have some perception of the outside world, the person who transformed my locket should be my descendant. , I felt the taste of my familiar blood,

Oh, what a shame. "Salazar said, mocking himself.

"I'm just a little obsession that doesn't even count as a remnant of a soul. Compared to this, my descendants have put all the fragments of their own souls in. I didn't expect that in the years I died, black magic has developed to this level. At this point, don't tell me that this kind of magic is a very common method now, if it is true, then even I will be amazed." Salazar's voice continued to ring in Malfoy's heart.

Malfoy was silent, not answering, only dead silence.

"His..." Suddenly, Salazar gasped and let out a snake-like cry.

"Could it be, Horcrux?" Salazar guessed tentatively, and before Malfoy could give a definite answer, he began to talk to himself: "It should be right, huh, the despicable Haierbo can still It's ridiculous to have a successor, but someone actually inherited his mantle."

"In a sense, the basilisk you left behind in the back room can make you have no position to say such a thing." Malfoy muttered silently in his heart, but he still did not reveal the slightest on his face, maintaining a vigilant look. .

"Is he dead? Since you have destroyed this Horcrux, has he been destroyed?" Salazar asked.

"No." Malfoy answered Salazar's question briefly, shaking his head, even though there was no one in front of him.

"Is he a very powerful dark wizard? I can't think of it. Is the magic world now in decline and can only rely on children your age to track dark wizards with Horcruxes?" Salazar asked one after another. One.

If he was still alive, he would definitely "trial" this dark wizard with his own hands, but now he is not even a remnant soul.

"It's very powerful, and it's not even his only Horcrux." Malfoy replied, and took out a luxurious headdress from his arms, but it was a little broken.

"Rowena's crown?" Salazar Slytherin's voice showed surprise for the second time, and then said: "If she knew that her crown was made into such an evil thing, it must be disgusting." He couldn't help but gloat over the misfortune. When they quarreled at the beginning, it was often three-on-one, which was enough to make him "remorseful".

"Then it seems that Helga's cup has not been spared." Salazar continued, "Oh, if Godric was still there, I would really like to see his sword turned into a Horcrux and he would show it. What expression." Salazar's tone became excited, extremely excited, but fell into a deep depression in an instant.

"A thousand years? Except I'm still so "alive". They must be long gone."

The poison called loneliness silently eroded into the surrounding air, and the feeling of emptiness and loss almost filled the entire space.

"Sorry, Mr. Salazar, Gryffindor's sword was not made into a Horcrux. On the contrary, it has destroyed several Horcruxes now." Malfoy said in a factual tone.

"Damn it, I can also lose to that red-haired guy. I'm really not reconciled." Salazar's voice suddenly became lighter, and he was clearly saying something that made him feel a little dejected, but his spirit was cheered up. Woke up.

"Well, you can think so, Gryffindor Godric's sword, even your descendant looks down on it." Malfoy comforted.

The loneliness slept for thousands of years, making Salazar's mental state a little confusing and moody. Malfoy thought it would be better if it could be appeased, because they have to deal with each other later.

"Okay, the meaningless remembrance ends here. What I want to do most now is to get rid of my unworthy descendant." Salazar's voice suddenly became serious.

"It seems that you have a great appetite for me." Salazar's voice sounded faintly, with a hint of anticipation.

What followed was endless conversation.

It should have been a sleepless night for Malfoy.

"So that's how it is." Malfoy sat down in the corner, a little dazed.

Malfoy did not expect that the crown of Ravenclaw, which symbolizes wisdom, did not bring him any growth in knowledge, but Slytherin's locket made him make great progress.

In a sense, Salazar Slytherin's teaching may be the most efficient way to improve his own strength.

Malfoy also knew about that unknown past.

The former Salazar Slytherin and the other three ran away in anger because of differences in the concept of recruiting students.

This was difficult to understand at the time, because more than a thousand years ago, pure Muggle-born wizards were considered to be more gifted than pure-blood wizards, but over time, pure-bloods became some People's profit-making tools are packaged with a gorgeous appearance, advocating some illusory things, which can make them more cohesive.

Human beings, as individual individuals, are often fragile, and they always have to warm each other and obtain consolation in various senses, so that a united collective emerges, and the common interests are always

Salazar's opposition to Muggle wizards at that time was not for "noble" and "despicable" reasons, but most of the previous wizards were persecuted by Muggles, which made him suspicious. Guaranteed to maintain trust, which eventually led him to act outrageously, eventually building a chamber at Hogwarts, leaving behind a basilisk.

At that time, he should only be preparing to open a site for himself to teach students, but before he ran away in anger, he changed the function of this secret room

In his heart, perhaps it was the fear that one day the Muggle-born wizards would begin to wipe out the pure-blooded wizards, the last means of life-saving left for them.

He would never have imagined that the power he had left behind was used by a person with a wrong heart, who happened to be his descendant.

"Pure blood and Muggle intermarriage? It's really unacceptable." After hearing Malfoy tell him about the current state of wizarding society, Salazar's remnant said with a sigh, but it was limited to that. , What is the point of sticking to one's own obsession, Baiyun Canggou, even his last consciousness is about to leave this world completely?

The most important thing is that what he insists on may still be wrong.

Malfoy also knew why Salazar Slytherin appeared in this Horcrux.

As one of the four giants, he may be a bit extreme in his ideas, but he is still an upright wizard, so he did not choose to use the Horcrux as a means to prolong his life.

He just used an ancient magic, which was able to maintain a certain amount of thinking and memory. By analogy, it was more advanced than the portraits in Dumbledore's office that retained part of his personality, but that was all.

The starting point for these actions was his unwillingness.

Salazar broke up in the argument with the other three and ran away in anger. Everyone has their own insistence, and the principle that can be easily persuaded is not a principle.

Salazar, who was at the end of his life, chose to immerse himself in his locket, hoping to find a descendant that satisfied him, and then taught him carefully, successfully refuting the educational philosophy of the other three.

Actually, it's still childish.

But it seems that even with such a shameful and naive approach, he is still a complete defeat. No one can conquer time, and the years are wasted, so that Salazar can only keep falling asleep to keep his soul power from being consumed. But nearly a thousand years have passed, and he still hasn't found the junior he wants. Those juniors are either stupid or stupid, or cold and domineering.

None of them caught his eye.

Later, the locket fell into the hands of a distant descendant of Hufflepuff and became the collection of a rich woman. Later, Voldemort murdered the woman and went around, and the locket returned to Slytherin. handed down.

However, it is impossible for this successor to satisfy Salazar himself, because his mind is not right.

And nearly a thousand years have passed, the power left by this wizard is not much, maybe he will sleep forever. At a certain distant time, it completely disappeared without leaving a trace.

But Salazar was finally awakened today.

A little wizard who has helped him free, the blood is pure blood, the academy is Slytherin, and what he is doing is to help him wash away the shame of the Slytherin family.

Can't seem to find any reason not to help him.

So, in just one night, Salazar answered many questions for Malfoy, from... to..., some lost magic spells thousands of years ago, and the potion formula reappeared in Salazar's mouth

Salazar, who began to teach, speaks very fast. His time is running out, and he is like the last bit of sand in the hourglass, but he believes that this student will not disappoint him and is worthy of the last time in his life.

The sky outside the house gradually darkened and gradually lit up again. Salazar's voice still maintained a very fast speed, but the volume had begun to gradually decrease. In the final stage, even the speed of speech slowed down and became like a gossamer.

"I really want to see how far the magic has developed now." Salazar said with some unwillingness.

An old man in black robes between the physical and the incorporeal, appeared in front of Malfoy, floating in the air.

He was only wearing a hood, and his clothes were very plain, with a few patches on his clothes, tattered, his eyes were deep and dark, like a black hole, absorbing all the light around him, his face was full of wrinkles, but still You can see how handsome he was when he was young.

There are no flashy decorations, and for Slytherin, that deep power is the best crown.

"Okay, my friend is still waiting for me, I've been late for more than a thousand years." As if returning to the light, Salazar's low voice was full of vigor, and he said with some expectations.

"Thank you for the two Muggle papers you showed me. It seems that I may be a little wrong." Salazar said with a self-deprecating laugh.

"Then, goodbye, little guy." The looming translucent body disappeared in the air like this. This may be the last sentence of his life. There is no unwillingness or resentment, just a simple farewell to the person in front of him. Then go to death.

And Salazar's real body should have long since decayed.

"All the way." Malfoy had no other way to express his gratitude, but stood up from the cold floor and bowed to the void in front of him.

"Fulfilling your last wish may be the best way to repay." Malfoy could only think to himself.

Unintentionally glanced out the window, the sun that had not crossed the horizon had already revealed a ray of dawn ahead of time, and the faint rays of light entered his eyes.

The collision of thoughts created storms in Malfoy's mind, even after the whole night. He didn't feel tired at all, on the contrary, he was in good spirits now, and many questions were answered in Salazar's mouth, which made him eagerly hope to verify one or two.

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