Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The dim sky was suddenly illuminated by a pale golden light, and a ray of sunlight cut through the clouds and sprinkled on the earth.

This day is destined to be an uneasy day.

The atmosphere in Malfoy Manor was extremely heavy in the afternoon.

There was silence in the hall, and the flames of the candles reflected the shadows of everyone on the stone walls, swaying as the flames floated.

The long table in front of Voldemort exuded a gloomy aura.

Instead of sitting on the high throne, he sat at the long table.

"Today is destined to be an extraordinary day."

"I want to hear your thoughts." Voldemort smiled his rare smile.

That smile made Malfoy shudder.

Very twisted, unlike the cruel bloodthirsty smile in the past, it seems to be a real smile from the heart.

But that's what made him even more terrified.

And just as Malfoy was thinking, his mother suddenly stood up from her seat and knelt down in front of Voldemort.

"Master, please, don't let Draco go to the battlefield, he's not even an adult," Narcissa pleaded.

"Narcissa!" Lucius' voice became flustered and deep, and he didn't have time to stop it for a while.

"Oh?" The Dark Lord looked at the woman with an incomprehensible expression.

"Master, my mother may be a little too nervous." Malfoy immediately stood up from his seat, hunched over, and lowered his head to explain.

Lucius also stood up, leaning back.

"In this way, the three of you don't want to go to the front, do you?" Voldemort said in an intriguing tone.

Lucius and Narcissa have been excluded from the core, due to the diary.

But their son is still trusted at a very high level.

"That's nothing." Voldemort shook his head and said pleasantly.

Malfoy's pupils shrank...he always felt that something was wrong.

"Master, thank you for your kindness." Narcissa said gratefully.

"But it's impossible to enjoy the fruits of victory out of thin air..."

"let me see……"

"Will you take care of Nagini, Draco?"

Malfoy's palms suddenly clenched into fists, a little unbelievable.

Nagini is one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, created around the time of his re-emergence, and was supposed to be Bertha Jorkins, or Muggle Frank.

But none of them died.

However, given Voldemort's character, the selection of Horcrux materials would not be easily changed. Nagini had followed him for many years, in the Albanian forest, even longer than his most loyal subordinates.

Is a better choice.

Malfoy also opened his mind to verify it once before.

Just getting close, the distorted, evil, fearful negative emotions used like a flood.

Malfoy even tried to guess that Peter Pettigrew's disappearance might have been killed by Voldemort, and that was the consequence of being angered.

To a large extent, Malfoy stayed here to seek opportunities to kill Nagini, and has been tirelessly seeking opportunities, and now, Voldemort has sent the butcher knife to his hands, giving him an illusory sense of insecurities. Realism.

"Draco, what are your thoughts?"

"It's all yours." Malfoy wasn't very positive.

"That's what your mother wanted." Voldemort laughed complacently.

"It's in my bedroom, you can watch him later."

"Do you have any other objections?" he then asked.

The slightly more intelligent ones here responded with growls.

"By the way, what about the Mudblood?"

"It has been dealt with according to your request." Malfoy said humbly.

Outside the hall at this time stood a crude wooden cart with a cross standing on it. "Hermione" was bound as if Jesus was being tortured, with her hands tied into a horizontal line, her head leaning slightly.

Those scarlet eyes shrank suddenly.

Malfoy immediately became a little nervous, for fear that something went wrong and would be seen through.

"Looks like I'm worrying too much. I thought you would be a little soft-hearted. After all, many people are crazy for so-called love. You are very rational." Voldemort looked at the tortured "Granger", his tone was low, extremely satisfied.

"Mudbloods are not worthy of you. Those lowly bastards will only be our playthings, slaves."

"She seems to be under a stun spell?"

"If she wakes up, she will obviously say some foul language to you, Master." Malfoy said respectfully.

"It was very thoughtful. I believe that you can protect Nagini well, worthy of my trust."

"Of course, my master." Malfoy took a few steps back and said respectfully.

Voldemort suddenly raised his head, looked at the increasing light in the sky, and then gently waved the cuff of his robe.

"Set off."

The werewolf screeched, the vampire gritted his fangs.

The Death Eater army set off from Malfoy Manor.

The prelude to the war has begun

The Malfoy family, like spectators, silently watched the group of uninvited guests occupying the magpie's nest, and gradually left, leaving behind a mess and chaos.

"Dad, Mum, you go to Grimmauld Place now, and I've made Dobby a secrecy."

Malfoy put his arms around his parents' shoulders and said softly.

This is an almost unsolvable cycle.

"Draco, you..." Narcissa stretched out her hand and brushed gently over her son's short pale blond hair with loving eyes.

"Thank you mom for helping me a lot." Malfoy smiled and lowered his head.

"What do you want to do, Draco." Lucius' voice was deep, a far cry from his usual calmness.

"Dad, that's the right thing to do." Malfoy's tone turned cold, his eyes filled with determination.

His parents also seemed to have guessed what their son wanted to do.