Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Time goes back a little earlier.

"Passed out!"

"Fly the key!"

"Shen Feng has no shadow!" "Smashed to pieces!"

"All petrochemical!"

At an earlier moment, Malfoy arrived at the final destination earlier than Quirrell and the Iron Triangle. He walked into the last room and slowly came to the front of the Mirror of Erised.

"Those who don't want to get the Philosopher's Stone can really get him." Thinking of this, Malfoy chuckled. Reaching out to his right pocket, a stone appeared in his hand. "I'm sorry, I'm not short of money, and I don't want immortality full of side effects." He thought of this, and after playing with the stone a few times, he felt that it was meaningless, and put it back in his pocket. "As for you, Voldemort, you can witness how engrossing the double vision is, the mirror and the Resurrection Stone both show the same vision, it must be interesting." He chuckled softly, then from the left Another stone was taken out of his pocket.

"This thing is really burnt." Malfoy couldn't help laughing at the stone.

This is the resurrection stone he picked up from Gaunt's old house last time.

"Seeing someone who is resurrected should be a unique achievement, Voldemort, thank me." Not knowing how, he put the other stone in the mirror.

The Mirror of Erised can let people who don't want to get the Philosopher's Stone get the Philosopher's Stone, and naturally it can also let those who don't want to get the Resurrection Stone get the Resurrection Stone. After all, what Voldemort or Quirrell wants now is the former.

"It shouldn't feel like falling from heaven to hell." Malfoy had already returned to the dormitory at this time, pretending to be serious about studying.

As for Voldemort taking the Resurrection Stone in his hand, after enjoying a brief hallucination, he returned to reality because the stone was broken. Even if the Three Holy Artifacts can be preserved like this in the face of fierce fire, it is very good, but after someone's tight grip, it is estimated that it will be hard to escape.

As the most powerful dark wizard today, Voldemort naturally also has the will to resist hallucinations, but these wills are always limited. Under normal circumstances, he may indulge for a dozen seconds and then wake up, but now he is completely addicted to it. , within three seconds, the stone shattered, his awake and passive awakening would not be the same experience at all, and Voldemort, who realized that he had been deceived, was furious.

The power of the Resurrection Stone seemed to be very powerful, and even Voldemort's spirit was a little shaken. He found that the only magic power he had left could not be used for the time being, and it even affected Quirrell, the host.

"Quirro, what are you telling me? There's a Philosopher's Stone here?" The shrill voice was unusually cold, and Voldemort, who had regained his composure, just wanted to vent, and the current subordinate seemed to be a good choice.

"Master, I don't know. That stone must be on Potter's body. I can find it by killing him." Quirrell said in horror. He couldn't imagine what punishment he would receive. Harry pounced, because he also realized that something was wrong with his body now, and he could only choose to fight.

Harry had passed out. Quirrell grabbed him by the neck, but there was an unbearable pain in his hand. "Master, I can't hold him - my hand - my hand!" Quirrell Howling in pain, his hands glowed red as if they had been burned by fire.

"Tom, you really came back." An old voice suddenly came from all around the room.

"Damn it," Voldemort cursed, then fell silent.

"No, Master, don't abandon me! I can still kill Potter!" Quirrell felt his power was draining, the man was detaching from his body, Quirrell's expression became more and more frightened, I don't know if it's the fear that Voldemort will kill him immediately, or the fear of the endless Azkaban career in the future.

"Stupid guy, bad for me.

"Voldemort tried his best to adjust his spirit, it may be humiliating, but he can only choose to run away, but he would never think that what happened today was done by a person who is extremely loyal in his eyes.

"Dumbledore, you wait, I'll be back." In the end, he could only put down a ruthless remark and fled in despair.

Dumbledore didn't try to keep him, or he knew that he couldn't stay, or maybe he knew that it was meaningless, but behind his glasses, the cloudy old eyes showed a hint of clarity, as if there were some surprises.

"I'm going to talk to that little kid." He touched his nose, which had been broken several times, and said to himself. Now the old man's eyes have become astonishingly sharp.

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There is no difference from the original world line. Everything that happened to Harry and Quirrell in the dungeon spread like wildfire, and perhaps someone's beautification and modification went through. Most students still believe the official word. As for Slytherin's Most students find it difficult to accept.

"Draco, I have an ominous premonition," Pansy whispered, sitting next to Malfoy.

There is a jubilant atmosphere in the auditorium, the school is holding a year-end banquet, and the students of the four colleges are gathered together. The auditorium was redecorated in green and silver for Slytherin to celebrate their seventh consecutive Academy Cup victory. On the wall behind the guest of honor was a huge banner with a painted Slytherin snake.

"What's the matter, Pansy?" Malfoy asked.

Pancino pursed his lips and pointed to the door of the auditorium. It was Harry who walked in slowly. The moment he entered, the auditorium was suddenly silent, and then everyone started talking loudly again.

"I feel like this guy will earn a lot of points for Gryffindor. Look at the announcement that Dumbledore sent, how biased it was. At that time, I felt like I could get fired right away if I went to the dungeon." Pansy stared at Ha Li, like seeing the enemy of life and death.

"More than that, they are a luxury gift package for four people." Malfoy thought of this in his heart, but he didn't feel much. No matter his past life or this life, he was a person who had no sense of collective honor.

"Then get ready to see how ugly the adult world is." Malfoy stroked Pansy's hair.

"Are we really going to lose?" she asked.

"I didn't say that." Malfoy immediately spread his hands, expressing his innocence.

A moment later, Dumbledore also arrived, and the noise in the auditorium gradually subsided. "Another year has passed!" said Dumbledore gleefully. "Before enjoying these delicacies, I must trouble you to listen to an old man's clichés. What a year it has been! Surely in your little brains It's a bit richer than the past. There's a whole summer vacation waiting for you, so you can digest those things and clear your minds before the next semester starts.

"Now, as far as I know, we first have to have the Academy Cup award ceremony, and the specific points for each house are as follows: fourth place, Gryffindor, 312 points; third place, Hufflepuff, Three hundred and fifty-two points; Ravenclaw four hundred and twenty-six points, and Slytherin four hundred and ninety-two points."

Neville was not there that day. Compared with the last world line, Gryffindor should still be in third place now, because they still have fifty points more, but someone's academic dominance attribute completely suppressed Miss Know-it-all. The bonus points come and go, offsetting those gaps. Even Slytherin's score is higher than the original.

There was a burst of thunderous cheers and stomps on the Slytherin table, Malfoy's face was expressionless, and Pansy seemed to be in a bad mood because of what he just said, and the dark cloud in his heart has been lingering.

"Yeah, yeah, well done," Dumbledore said, "However, a few recent events must also be counted." The auditorium became very quiet, and the smiles of the Slytherins subsided. "Uh, uh," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I've got some final points to assign. Let me see. By the way "Number One - Mr. Ron Weasley" Ron's face snapped. It rose red, like a carrot in the sun. "He won the best game of chess at Hogwarts in years, and I give Gryffindor fifty points for that. "

The cheers of the Gryffindors nearly knocked the enchanted ceiling over. The stars above their heads also seemed to be shaking slightly. Percy can be heard shouting to the other prefects: "It's my brother, you know! My youngest brother! Made it through Professor McGonagall's giant chessboard!"

It was difficult for everyone to calm down again. "The second item - Miss Hermione Granger, facing the fire, she calmly reasoned logically, not only that, she also calmly used magic spells on the chessboard to help her teammates, and used the knowledge from the herbal class to solve the problem. A haunting plant, I will reward Gryffindor House with sixty points." Hermione buried her face in her arms, no one knew her mood, Harry suspected she was crying with joy, but her mood was sour at the moment Incomparable: "He knows everything, the devil's net, the simplified obstacle spell, he knows everything, he helped us, but now it's only us who add points." Then she silently raised her head and looked in the direction of Slytherin, Only Malfoy was seen sitting upright, but no expression was seen. "The extra points might have belonged to him." She tried to stand up and tell Dumbledore aloud, but couldn't.

"The third item - Harry Potter," said Dumbledore. The auditorium suddenly became extraordinarily silent. "He has shown daring courage and extraordinary courage, and for that, I'll reward Gryffindor House with seventy points."

The noise was simply deafening. Those students who could still mentally calculate their scores while shouting hoarsely knew that Gryffindor was now 492 points—exactly the same as Slytherin's. They were on the verge of winning the House Cup - if Dumbledore awarded Harry a point.

Dumbledore raised a hand. The auditorium gradually became quiet again.

"There are many kinds of courage," Dumbledore smiled. "We need superhuman guts to deal with our enemies, and it takes a great deal of courage to stand our ground in front of our friends. Therefore, I would like to reward Mr. Neville Longbottom. very."

If anyone was standing outside the Great Hall at the moment, they might have thought that there was an explosion, and the cheers from the Gryffindor table rose more and more. Harry and Ron immediately stood up and cheered loudly, only to see Neville's face pale in surprise, and he was suddenly overwhelmed by the crowd that came to embrace him. He never gave Gryffindor a point! Everyone was crazy except Hermione, who just slowly got up from her seat and clapped her hands, no one noticed her abnormal.

"That means," Dumbledore had to roar loudly to overwhelm the thunderous cheers, as even the students of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating Slytherin's sudden fiasco, "We need to make some small changes to the decor here."

He clapped his hands, and at once the green dangling ribbons turned bright red and silver to gold; the giant Slytherin snake disappeared, replaced by a majestic Gryffindor lion.

Snape was shaking hands with Professor McGonagall, forcing an awkward smile on his face. His eyes met Harry's, and Harry immediately understood that Snape's attitude towards him had not changed at all. Harry thought it was nothing to worry about. It seems like life will be back to normal again next year, at least to what it has always been at Hogwarts.

It was the best night of Harry's life, better than winning a Quidditch match and celebrating Christmas. He will never, never forget it.

"How do you seem to have known that we would lose." Pansy's head drooped down. Unfortunately, Malfoy's previous prophecy like a crow's mouth took effect. "The college's seven-game winning streak was ended in the first year we came in. Why? You did so well in class, why didn't you give us a few more points?" Pansy hammered Malfoy's shoulder, his body trembling with anger, as if he wanted to Cry at any time. She also knew that she was making trouble without reason. The situation at the scene had already shown that no matter how high the Slytherin score was, she would be surpassed, but she just wanted to vent, she just wanted to vent her anger, and she began to sob.

"Don't be angry, the Academy Cup can't be eaten again." Malfoy put his arms around Pansy and gently patted her on the back to comfort her. After a while, her crying gradually stopped.

The banquet was over, and the students from various colleges began to disperse.

Malfoy was about to go back to the dormitory. The other day, he was exhausted trying to smack Voldemort, and he never got a good rest. While walking on the road, he couldn't help thinking: "The reuse rate of those organs is really good, the three-headed dog is not dead, the key just changes shape, the chess piece can also be automatically restored, as for the potion..." Thinking of this, Malfoy played With a shudder, he remembered the poison that Dumbledore seemed to never finish in five years.

"Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you in his headmaster's office, Mr. Draco." Professor McGonagall stopped him, her face puzzled. "It seems to be some questions for the final exam. He wants to ask you." Professor McGonagall added. Although Professor McGonagall didn't like Slytherin very much, she still had to say two words to this student: "satisfied", so now she is also very curious why Dumbledore came to him because of the final exam question. It seemed to her that the final exam questions were not necessarily harder than her usual questions.

"Okay, I see, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy nodded. "When did Old Bee's Legilimency become so powerful, and now even I think about him, and I'm so far away from him now." Of course, this is just a joke. He knew exactly why Dumbledore was looking for him.

"By the way, the password is Cockroach Pile," added Professor McGonagall.

"Thank you," Malfoy replied.

The second time I came to the office, Malfoy was familiar with the road.

As soon as the "cockroach pile" password was uttered, the stone monster jumped to the side. Surprisingly, the door inside was not closed.

It was still a familiar arrangement, all kinds of silverware were spitting smoke, Dumbledore was tearing open the package of a zizi honey candy in front of his desk, he seemed to hear a sound, he looked up and hurriedly waved to him. : "Stop standing, sit down, my child."

Malfoy was wondering if there was a problem with his memory or the other party's. The last meeting was so tense, but now this old bee is pretending to be nothing. The older you are, the thicker your skin is. Fake.

"This Academy Cup has wronged you." Dumbledore gave up the lollipop packaging and said kindly to Malfoy.

"Professor, why don't I understand what you're talking about?" Malfoy began to play dumb. "Isn't there something wrong with my final exam results? Where is the problem?"

"Haha." Dumbledore shook his beard and smiled awkwardly: "It's nothing, it's just too good. I think I need to reward you."

"Thank you Professor, I don't need it, I have to comfort my little girlfriend, she cried so sadly today." Malfoy advanced by retreating. Just kidding, don't knock on the bamboo sticks that come to the door, do you really think that you are a good young man who sacrifices himself and others?

"I think mental wounds need something like this to heal." Dumbledore took out a delicate bottle from his bosom, filled with crystal clear liquid. Even through a glass, Malfoy could feel the powerful magic fluctuations and a sense of holiness.

"Open your eyes and talk nonsense, in which year can Phoenix's tears heal the wounds in his heart?" Malfoy still put the bottle down after he murmured so much in his heart. "I think this thing still has some effect, doesn't it? Thank you very much." He paused and continued: "By the way, Professor, I found a strange stone while wandering around the school the other day, can you Can't you take a look at it for me?" He reached into his pocket, took out the Philosopher's Stone and put it on the table.

"Oh, it's a magical stone. I think I'll have to study it for a few days." Dumbledore said as he adjusted his glasses, and then took the Philosopher's Stone into his arms. Then he asked sincerely: "Harry said he also saw a strange stone, do you know what that is?"

"Take that stone, for you, if you can get that stone, you should be able to see the same person as in the Mirror of Erised, and your wand looks like a series, but now, it should be Turned to ashes." Malfoy said indifferently, then turned and left, leaving a back for Dumbledore.

No one saw Dumbledore's hand suddenly clasping at the corner of the table, his sister's death being the worst pain of his life.

Malfoy let out a long breath. "It's a hassle dealing with old bees." He shook his head. "But in order to repair the relationship, he is really willing to spend his entire blood." Thinking about it, he glanced at the bottle of Phoenix Tears in his hand, and the magic inside almost overflowed.

The last meeting has proved his own strength. This time the Sorcerer's Stone incident has shown his position. Dumbledore may still be skeptical, but for a powerful and gifted child, Dumbledore's choice will certainly be It was a gesture of affection. He was different from Voldemort. He had the love of his relatives and perhaps friends. Dumbledore would naturally find a way to win over him. It can be seen from the fact that he can set up a plan to make perfect use of his own death in the face of his own death. In this sense, he is more terrible than Voldemort.

There may be other reasons. If Malfoy is a pure-blooded Muggle wizard who is poor and white, he might be flattened and rounded by Old Deng at will, but now Malfoy's father is the director of the school and has the right to speak in the wizarding world. People, Dumbledore can only choose to lure.

"Actually, old Deng, you are really not suitable for education." Malfoy recalled Voldemort's childhood, Tom Riddle was stubborn and abnormal, hanged a child's rabbit, took other people's things as his own, and kidnapped him Two children entered the cave by the sea, what did Dumbledore do? Violence with violence! He used the burning wardrobe to force Riddle to make a confession. He kept saying "love", but ended up dealing with an orphan in this way.

When you can coerce a person to submit , this may be the first lesson Dumbledore taught Voldemort.

"But it doesn't matter, the benefits are the most real." Malfoy could not help but carefully scrutinize the bottle of Phoenix Tears, fascinated by the majestic magic in it. "This thing is much more practical than the Elder Wand. Maybe it's an extra life." Malfoy, who had gained a lot of money, was in a good mood, he could not help whistling, and returned to the dormitory with a whistle all the way. Some Slytherin students I thought it was because of the Academy Cup that he was stimulated and went crazy.

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