Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

In the corridor, a brown cat was running fast. Hermione still maintained her cat's posture, and she was going to the Forbidden Forest.

Whether Luna is telling the truth or not.

Likewise, the conversation just now allowed her to connect a string of previous oddities together.

She remembered the dark and mysterious aura.

Will it be related to him?

And Luna's Patronus Charm just now, what is that for?

In a short period of time, countless doubts appeared in my heart.

At this time, in the Forbidden Forest, Malfoy had disappeared. The fog was filled with thorns and thorns. Hermione looked at the endless forest, and couldn't help shivering. She quickly released her Animagus form. , looked around for a long time.

I sensed that disgusting aura.

Looking up, it was a tall tree. Hermione raised her feet and kept approaching. The closer she got to the tree, the stronger the feeling.

There is a very thin rectangular trace around the tree body, as if it had been cut once.

"Fractured!" Hermione kept her distance and raised her wand slightly.

Unexpectedly relaxed, but Hermione's face suddenly turned pale, and her amber pupils suddenly shrank.

The rotten smell and nausea reminded her of many bad memories. But there was nothing in front of her.

Hermione had a flash of inspiration, and Fuzhi raised his wand in his heart and shouted:

Shout out to the guardian!

Flames are blazing!

The cloth was curled and burned.

"Invisibility Cloak?" The concept suddenly appeared in her mind.

The Dementor wears a tattered black cloak.

The invisibility cloak was burned, revealing the hidden figure.

In addition to Dumbledore's Patronus Charm, which can kill Dementors,

Most people just push back.

"Call God Guard!"

The Dementor was driven back.

Hermione was out of breath.

She kept thinking about why the long-disappeared Dementors appeared in the Forbidden Forest.

At the same time, the previous situation has also been explained-why Firenze is so violent, and the scope of the territory is compressed.

Where did Malfoy come when he disappeared? For Dementors? When she thought that these evil creatures were actually hidden in the school, she felt a chill in her heart.

Voldemort conquered these monsters?

She was going to tell Professor McGonagall immediately.

"Miss Granger?"

She heard a scream from behind and turned away immediately.

"More than?"

"What are you doing here! Where's your master!"

She looked at the dark cabinet behind Dobby.

It's hard to imagine that such a small body can carry such a big box.

But in fact, the magic of house elves is very powerful. After all, it can solve the cleaning of the whole manor. A cabinet can't help them.

"What's this? Also, what's with the dementor hidden in the tree?" Hermione asked.

"Dobby wants to keep a secret." In fact, the IQ of the house elf is still not very high, and Dobby's anxious appearance can be said to reveal a lot.

"Is your master in this cabinet now?"

Although I know there is no logic in this sentence, it contains several key pieces of information.

But since it is so important, there must be an important connection.

"No, Dobby wants to keep a secret!" Dobby suddenly became nervous and shuddered.

He raised his finger, and a blue ray of light came from between his fingers, and the always weak it actually took the initiative to attack the wizard.

"Dobby is sorry for Miss Granger, but Dobby must be loyal to his master first!"

"armor……"

Hermione was knocked down in one fell swoop

"I'm sorry, Dobby shouldn't resist." Dobby wiped away tears,

"But Dobby has to deal with it all," he muttered, turning away and continuing to carry the strange cabinet.

But he didn't see Hermione, who was lying in the grass, raising her wand at him.

"Passed out!"

A flash of light hit Dobby, his body was thrown high, his head slammed hard on the cabinet, and his whole body was tilted, leaning against the side of the cabinet.

Hermione looked at this strange cabinet full of strange patterns, took a deep breath, raised her wand in her right hand, kept vigilant, and slowly pulled her left hand away.

"Fluorescent flashes!" She illuminated the dim cabinet, but didn't notice any weird sights.

What she didn't notice was that Dobby's arm swayed slightly, aiming behind her.

There was a strong impact behind him and he rushed in.

The whole cabinet lost its balance and began to roll along the long hillside

"Dobby made a mistake! Dobby made a mistake!" Dobby covered his cheeks, shaking his head and trying to catch up, but he saw that every time he collided with a stone, there was a slight deformation. .

On the other side of the cabinet, fortunately, Hermione had already passed through the disappearing cabinet. If not, her body might have been cut into countless pieces.

Almost as soon as she woke up, she felt cold, both physically and psychologically.

She carefully observed the surroundings, the only light came from the crack of the iron gate not far in front of her.

It looked like a cellar, and the light shot down from the top of the stairs, straight through the iron railings, and Hermione saw the dust escaping all around her.

She looked back at the cabinet in front of her. If she guessed correctly, this cabinet is connected to the cabinet just now.

Her vigilance rose.

Every time you spend in an unknown place, you become more dangerous.

But it's unrealistic to go back the same way. If Dobby hasn't followed for so long, it means that it should be damaged.

Some magic items are very fragile, even with the slightest touch, let alone after the violent collision just now.

To verify, she took out a piece of parchment from her small bag.

Throwing it into it, with a stab, the complete parchment was cut in two, leaving a rough, as if torn apart.

It is impossible to go back the same way. Whether you are looking for information or looking for an opportunity to leave, you must leave.

And just above the floor, what greeted her?

At least Hermione herself didn't know.

Malfoy, who was reporting information to Voldemort, did not know that another outsider appeared in his home.

"Yes, the information is indeed very effective."

The light blue tabletop exuded a cold aura, and the long square table stretched from the front of Voldemort to the end of the hall.

The long table was filled to the left and right, and Malfoy was half-bent, staring humbly at the ground in the chair, waiting for Voldemort to examine it.

Voldemort was half-leaning on the seat, squinting his scarlet eyes at his able-bodied generals, slender and pale, like spider-legged fingers gently shaking the blood-red liquid in the transparent goblet, Exudes an intoxicating fragrance.

Malfoy successfully completed the "undercover" mission and returned to his own home.

"It's all old faces that should have died more than ten years ago."

There was a thick stack of parchment on the table in front of Voldemort, and his other hand was flipping through it casually.

Each time one is opened, it quickly burns into ashes with sparks and dissipates in the air. On the parchment is the information of the faculty and staff at the school, as well as the recent situation.

In addition, there is a detailed map to any corner of Hogwarts.

As detailed as the Marauder's map, except that there is no dynamic change, but this one is also quickly burned.

Excellent wizards have strong memory, which is the most basic condition.

"Are you sure Potter is still at school?"

"Master, he's Gryffindor," Malfoy said with a slight humility, while smiling.

"Yes, he's a Gryffindor!" Voldemort's tone suddenly changed.

"The people in that academy have always had the courage of a reckless man."

"Like now, my loyal Nagini smells a very disgusting odor."

"That's the smell of Muggles."

"My Nagini ate too many Muggles, that's his favourite flavour and the one he's most familiar with."

Malfoy's heart tightened, and he clenched the wand in his cuff, because Voldemort's eyes suddenly locked on him, never leaving, and then he realized that it was not him, but behind him.

Voldemort didn't even raise his wand, raised his pale slender fingers and pointed casually in front of him to his right.

A thick red light shot out.

Swipe past Malfoy's right cheek

With a muffled sound, a slender figure appeared in front of everyone and fell straight to the ground.

Who else could it be, of course the unlucky Miss Hermione.

History is always strikingly similar.

Hermione fell to the ground under the phantom body spell, losing the hold of her magic power, and gradually took shape. She fell to the ground, and the look in her eyes gradually faded.

Her long brown curly hair was loosely covering her face.

Looking at the girl on the ground, Malfoy's pupils shrank suddenly, clenched his fists, and cold sweat quickly flowed from the back of his neck to his back.

Even though his heart was turbulent, he could only be silent for a while to suppress his nervousness. .

"Heh, look, a Mudblood actually followed up where we met..."

The vampire present suddenly showed his fangs, and the werewolf scratched his chest with his claws.

"I think about it, I know her, that's a good friend of that Mr. Savior."

"What should I do with her."

"Kill her, it seems a little too cheap for her." Voldemort showed a tangled expression, the entanglement was an illusion.

"Tangled" here. Of course, he was worried about what torture method to choose.

Malfoy forced himself to calm down. At this time, he mobilized the muscles of his face, his breathing became heavy, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at the fallen girl in front of him.

But try to be as quiet as possible, yet just enough to get Voldemort's attention.

"Draco? You seem excited, do you hate her?" Voldemort was keenly aware of an extremely weak killing intent.

But not for him.

Sensing something, he asked Malfoy playfully, his pale fingers playing with the wand full of powerful magic.

Fine Legilimency is exhausting.

Voldemort was accustomed to a cursory scan, and he could see how people felt about him.

It was a mixture of excitement and resentment, which he had temporarily poked out of Malfoy.

The latter's nerves are extremely tense now, but he still mobilizes his facial muscles, uses Occlumency to manipulate his brain, and quickly builds up memories that don't exist.

"In school, she broke my good things many times, and I was smashed by her countless times in school activities!" Malfoy made a resentful expression and clenched his fists.

"I was almost killed by her once."

"Slytherin coward! Coward, you wouldn't dare approach this monster at all."

Hippogriff - Barcopic.

"Who said I dare not!"

Malfoy rushed over and was slapped to the ground.

Sweeping over lightly, I saw his shallow, or deliberately shallow memories.

"Let's guess how this female Mudblood got in."

Malfoy's face suddenly turned pale.

"Maybe I'm being followed this time too!" The last trace of blood on his pale face quickly disappeared.

"Master, please forgive my mistakes." Malfoy said hurriedly.

Voldemort rubbed his palm, as if thinking about something, and then suddenly smiled smugly.

"Of course I know, the poor Mudblood lady wouldn't have come if she knew she'd come here to meet me."

"The Hogwarts group didn't have time to escape, and only the idiots of Gryffindor dared to come."

"Let me think."

"This is the estate of the Malfoy family."

"Everything here belongs to the owner of the manor, right?"

"Yes, because everything we have is the owner's." Malfoy's heart beat faster and faster, and then answered humbly.

"Oh? I didn't really want this answer. I just suddenly felt that it would be better if the real host greets the guests."

"Then it's up to you to humiliate her. I can feel that this mudblood may be a hard bone, and the Cruciatus may be useless."

"I remember, there's a way for Muggles and witches to break down, right?..." Voldemort suggested almost explicitly.

"Of course, this requires you to make certain sacrifices. After all, you may not be willing to accept this mudblood, maybe a werewolf or a vampire?"

"I don't mind, after all hatred is washed by hand." Malfoy tugged at the muscles of his face, his shoulders trembled slightly, showing a kind of excitement of getting revenge and getting what he wanted, but looking at There was a hint of disgust in Hermione's eyes.

"I'll leave it to you, I believe you will be satisfied. In addition, at the end, I want a reasonable explanation as to how she came here, and maybe, give us some information about the savior." Voldemort licked Licking his whitish lips, he seemed to have thought of something interesting.

The Dark Lord agreed with Malfoy, as if he was going to execute the Mr Potter himself. .

For him now, interrogation in person is somewhat inappropriate for him.

Only at this time did Malfoy slowly breathe a sigh of relief, relieved.