Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The next morning, Malfoy was on the train back to school.

There is one thing in the world that travels faster than anyone can imagine, and that is gossip.

Malfoy sat in his seat, and without even having to prick up his ears to listen carefully, words like this crept into his ears:

"Have you heard? Draco's wand was confiscated by the Ministry of Magic."

"why?"

"I heard he was found using a spell to torture Muggles."

"No, he is usually a gentleman, with a graceful appearance," some girls said.

"If you don't believe me, go see if his wand is still there."

As a result, some girls pretended to pass by his seat unintentionally, and then ran away in a panic, apparently believing most of them.

Malfoy was happy, as Slytherin has always been, anyway.

"Is there anyone here?" A gentle female voice came. "I'll sit here if you don't mind." A girl sat in the seat beside Malfoy.

"I haven't agreed yet." Malfoy couldn't help laughing. "Also, I only tortured a Muggle a few days ago, classmate Qiu Zhang, aren't you afraid?"

Qiu Zhang shook his head, stared at him and said, "I still trust my own judgment." Then she asked, "Can you tell me what's going on?"

"No comment." Just kidding, it would be really bad for Voldemort to find out about this kind of thing. In the last world line, she had a record of leaking secrets. As for a random lie, Malfoy wasn't interested either.

Qiu Zhang let out a disappointed sigh, but insisted: "No matter what, I still believe in you."

"Thank you." Malfoy replied politely, nodded slightly, and then started flipping through the latest issue of "The Quibbler".

The journey may seem short, but when Malfoy returns to Hogwarts, the last rays of the sun are setting, and it is already dinner time.

Walking on campus, people come and go. Some students were afraid to avoid him, and the students walking in front avoided looking at him for fear of being remembered by him.

Of course, there are also a small number of students in green robes who follow him from a distance. Obviously, the rumored Malfoy suits their appetite. The previous performance of the academy shows that he is very powerful. The Snake Academy is attached to the strong. This is Tradition.

"It's over, put yourself in." Malfoy sighed inwardly. "Old Deng is going to call me to the office to educate me now." The current Malfoy is a replica of Voldemort's youth. Followers, talent, and some tendency to be misunderstood are enough to make Dumbledore wary.

"Take one step at a time." Malfoy comforted himself and walked slowly to the restaurant.

The banquet seems to have just begun, and the plates in front of many people are still full. Hogwarts has always had so many reasons to hold a banquet, and Christmas is over as well.

As soon as he found a seat and sat down, Pansy's face came closer, and she asked with concern, "Are you all right?"

"What can I do." Malfoy smiled and waved his hand to show that he was fine.

Seeing that he smiled naturally, not like a forced smile, Pan Xi felt relieved, leaned forward and sat back on the chair, and said in a low voice, "I knew you were all right, and some of the stories you told me didn't emphasize much. Racial equality or something." She paused, then continued, "But I still hate Muggles."

Malfoy was noncommittal, the change of opinion was not a matter of a day or two.

"I'm very dissatisfied with the Christmas present you gave me!" Pansy tapped on the table, as if trying to attract his attention. "Shouldn't you give the pen and ink to that mud..." She seemed to think of something, but she still stopped the conversation abruptly, "To that Muggle witch?"

Malfoy didn't wait for an answer.

Pansy went on to say, "I like the color of the ink, though."

"And you have a conscience." Pan Xi glanced quickly at his hand and whispered.

Malfoy raised his hand to look at the pair of gloves with strange color matching and some thread balls showing.

"Put it down." Seeing him raising his hand to look at it, Pansy said hurriedly with a blushing face.

"You dare to weave, I dare to wear it, are you afraid that others will see it?" Malfoy smiled, he felt that Pansy's appearance was so cute now that people couldn't help but amused.

"Laugh again! Give it back to me." After that, Pansy tried to get up, looking like she really wanted to get the glove back.

"Isn't someone still confident when they write?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows.

"Don't mention it." Pansy's head slumped suddenly, her tone indescribably low. "I took a photo with my camera as a souvenir, and my mother saw it, and she laughed at me."

Then she started to say seriously: "You really give it back to me, and I will change it again, it will definitely look better." Malfoy clearly saw the fighting spirit in Pansy's eyes, which was obviously compared with his mother. Struggling.

"There's no reason to take back the gift that I sent. I'll keep it well until the day I die." Malfoy looked at the gloves with a cherished look, with an indescribable affection in his eyes.

"Disgusting!" Pansy's face turned even redder, and the blush even spread to the roots of his ears.

"Okay, I'll stop teasing you." Malfoy straightened his expression and continued: "I am very grateful to Miss Pansy for knitting this pair of gloves for me during her busy schedule. I am very honored, but in view of this first gift The particularity of the case, I have decided not to return it."

"When did you become so slick! Give me back the stupid goose you used to be." Pansy said resentfully.

"Growing is irreversible, Miss." Malfoy smiled.

In the end, the gloves were still worn on Malfoy's hands, and they were not taken off, and Malfoy was not stared at by Pansy.

"Harry, have you heard?" The table in Gryffindor was equally hot, and Ron reached into the middle of the table to take a pancake and said to Harry.

"What did you hear?" Harry asked without looking up, as he was slaughtering a chicken leg.

"It's spread all over the academy, and you don't know?" Ron glanced over at the Slytherin table, then whispered to Harry, "Draco was caught by the Ministry of Magic, and it's said that he's not interested in Mama. Guarana uses magic to torture, I think if it weren't for his father, he might be in Azkaban by now."

Ron took some schadenfreude.

"But even so, his wand was confiscated," Ron continued.

"That was such a fluke." Harry couldn't help rubbing his chest, he could feel his heart beating violently. "It's unbelievable that I would propose to ask him who Nicole Lemay is, Ron, you've been so helpful."

"Of course." Ron raised his head at this time, and couldn't help but feel a little proud.

"It's not like that." Hermione suddenly slapped the table and said loudly, causing the Gryffindor students to look sideways, and even some Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students turned their eyes.

"What's not like this?" Ron asked her. Apparently they didn't expect Hermione to speak for the Slytherin, he thought maybe Hermione was just thinking about something.

"It's nothing." Hermione said weakly. The words just now were her impulse. As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to let her breath out. She didn't have the courage to admit that she was talking for him. She was afraid that others would use strange words. Looking at her.

"Hermione, we were worried about you before, but we didn't find a chance." Harry interjected. "You seem to be in a very bad shape for Christmas." Harry paused, then continued, "But now you seem to be in a better state."

"Hmm." Ron nodded.

Hermione wouldn't tell them that she was happy because she had received the note, even though it contained only a few mindless words and a spell.

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