Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"No matter what the truth is, I can't let them down." The knuckles of her fingers had turned white from her pinching,

Hermione walked slowly to Malfoy's seat, trying her best to sit down as understatement.

"Huh?" Noticing the movement around, Malfoy glanced at her, and then he didn't look away.

Hermione's heart tensed immediately. "Is there something wrong?" Hermione felt her whole body tense.

"Well, the dean is amazing, this robe is completely unstained with ink." Malfoy turned out to be looking at her robe. "By the way, didn't that Potter come back with you?" he continued.

"He's still being reprimanded by Professor S.." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and then replied that Snape had almost blurted out the sentence just now, and the heart that made her let go almost hung up again, but fortunately she changed it back. .

"Our dean is really "loving" to Potter." Malfoy said with a half-smile, he remembered the YY of those rotten girls in his previous life, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps.

In other words, he is also a disaster victim in the BL world.

"How, I think you must be in no mood to eat, why don't we go back to the lounge?" After teasing himself in his heart, Malfoy asked Hermione.

"Okay." Hermione tried to keep herself from speaking as much as possible, and this was exactly what she wanted.

Malfoy just felt like his brain was about to explode, so he decided to relax. "Tune. Teach" Pansy should be a good way to relax. He felt that it was necessary to test his teaching results today.

The absence of the two caused little attention, and most of the students' attention remained on the food in front of them.

They turned from passage to passage, and finally came to an empty, wet stone wall that led to the Slytherin lounge.

"Purebred," said Malfoy.

A stone gate hidden in the stone wall slowly opened. Malfoy strode inside, followed by Hermione.

This was Hermione's first visit to the Slytherin common room, and perhaps the last, a long, narrow, low basement with rough stone walls and ceiling, round and glowing The green light was chained and hung from the ceiling. Under a beautifully carved mantelpiece in front of them, a fire was crackling, maybe it was too early, and most of the students were still eating in the auditorium, and now all but the two of them were alone. Neither, Hermione and Malfoy were reflected in the light of the fire in the fireplace.

"Old rules," Malfoy said to Hermione, approaching her.

"What's he going to do?" Hermione felt her face blushing like a cooked crab, and it was only then that she remembered that Malfoy and Pansy had always been close, and she felt inexplicably sour at the thought of this. .

"Well, so red, is it a fever?" Malfoy put his hand to Hermione's forehead. "No, the temperature is normal." He looked at Hermione before saying, "I won't let you play tricks like this. It's useless to pretend to be sick. You can't be careless about this kind of thing." reach for her.

"What the hell is he going to do, to be strong?" Hermione only felt that her heart was about to explode. Teenage girls were ignorant about that, and it was normal for them to be cranky.

"Okay." As if thinking of something, Malfoy returned his hand, "I forgot that you didn't have a wand." Malfoy touched his chin, swept his eyes to the other side, and walked over Picking up an ordinary wand, it is estimated that one of Crabbe and Goyle landed here.

"Just use it." Malfoy threw it over to Hermione. "Don't be in a daze." Malfoy didn't get angry when he saw Hermione standing there blankly after catching the wand.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked.

"Except your weapon!" A red light suddenly appeared at the tip of Malfoy's staff and shot at Hermione sharply.

"Armor and body protection!" Hermione thought she had been discovered, and her heart was like a tangled mess, but she subconsciously used the Iron Armor Curse.

The spell was deflected, rushed towards the fire in the fireplace, and disappeared.

"Not bad." Malfoy's brows, which had been frowning before, stretched out, and his tone seemed very happy. "It's a lot of progress," he said.

Hermione let out a sigh of relief now, and now she could guess the reason for his behavior just now, and her face became even hotter at her shameful thoughts just now.

"Isn't this a good opportunity to cut into the topic?" Hermione flashed a flash of light and said in a complaining tone: "But it's useless to meet a basilisk." Her heart was like a heavy hammer. The leather drum, for fear of hearing a sentence: "It's okay, that's under my control anyway." Something like that.

Malfoy looked at Hermione with strange eyes and said, "You actually care about the Basilisk? Didn't you always say that I and Dumbledore can protect you before, and you're not worried at all?"

Hearing this, Hermione regretted for a while, feeling that she had stepped in again, and began to get nervous again, for fear that she would be seen through.

But Malfoy just said that, and then he added: "Indeed, if you really encounter a basilisk, it's useless." He seemed to think of some headache, took a breath and said: "The basilisk's skin is very It may have the same characteristics of armor as dragon skin, which can reflect the spells hitting it, only its eyes and mouth are the only weak defenses." He shook his head, "Although reluctantly, the wizard faced He, maybe only physical damage can succeed, and the slightly weaker spells may be rebounded."

"But don't worry, the basilisk will only target those wizards who are not pure blood, you are safe."

Hermione's mood was both happy and a little disappointed. The happy thing was to see this answer. Malfoy was not the one who manipulated the basilisk. The one from the Sly family was petrified anyway."

Malfoy looked at Hermione suspiciously: "You are a little weird today, don't you usually never care about this?" But he continued: "He should have other reasons." Doubt.

"How could he know there are other reasons, could it be..." Hermione was a little reluctant to imagine, and she was obviously suspicious, and could only talk about other things.

After asking and answering, they were at peace with each other, but Hermione felt that her doubts deepened. Malfoy's answer made people suspicious. Hermione felt that she was further away from the truth, and she even thought: "Is he even Are those closest to you hiding it?"

Suddenly, there were footsteps outside the door. It should be the other students coming back. Hermione estimated the time. The efficacy of the compound decoction was about to expire. She had to find an excuse to leave. Any success, on the contrary, made Hermione even more at a loss.

Just as Hermione was about to find an excuse to leave, something went wrong.

"What did you just say?" Malfoy asked, stopping a schoolgirl who had just come in.

"I said I heard that Professor Lockhart was near the girls' bathroom, and he said he seemed to have found clues to the Basilisk there." The female student showed an expression of admiration. Now Lockhart is like a savior for the well-being of the people, giving up the rare holiday of Christmas and taking risks for the safety of the students.

It must be perverse enough for a male teacher to wander in a girls' bathroom, so he has to find a reasonable excuse.

"The opportunity is here." Malfoy was excited for a while, Riddle was finally about to shoot, and then he held Hermione's shoulder and said, "I'm in a hurry at the moment, you stay here and don't go anywhere."

The human brain's ability to supplement is powerful. Before the truth is unknown, any behavior can make people's brains make up the "truth" that is a thousand miles away. In Hermione's eyes at this moment, Malfoy was like Achilles who was found to have his heels exposed, desperately trying to cover his weakness, and her heart clenched again.

But she still forcefully nodded her head and said, "Okay."

Malfoy got up immediately, galloped all the way, and ran out the door, but the excitement on his face changed to another meaning in Hermione's eyes.

"No, I'm going to stop him," Hermione said to herself. "Professor Lockhart is there too."

After a while, when Malfoy was far away, she hurriedly left the Slytherin common room. She didn't even have time to change her clothes back. She was afraid that she would have another victim later. There was absolutely no thought to report to the other teachers because Lockhart was there and she believed him.

Maybe she was also a little selfish, hoping that if someone can get back astray, only one or two people will know his repentance, so that he will not be expelled.

Hermione walked through the dark corridors. The walls of those corridors were still flashing with the words left by the basilisk when she came out to harm the students. Her heart was so anxious that she walked to the bathroom of Weeping Myrtle. At the door, she suddenly heard a syllable that was both familiar and unfamiliar. It was Malfoy's voice.

Intuition told her that she should write these down, and just as she was remembering, she recalled that these syllables seemed to be the strange words Harry said on stage, which made her even more confused: "Harry is also with this Is it related?", she shook her head, believing it was just a coincidence, Harry should be being lectured by Snape by now.

After a while, the sound stopped, she rushed into the bathroom, and found the crying Myrtle sitting on the tank of the innermost toilet, shivering.

Hermione had thought that ghosts should not have such feelings of fear.

"The third!" Myrtle's voice sounded very weak. "To the one who came here today, you are the third." Her voice conjured up fear, and she herself seemed to recall something very bad. memory.

"What about them now?" Hermione couldn't help asking. She needed to hurry up. If it was usual, she might choose to flatter Myrtle with a few words, and then use the words.

Myrtle pointed to the pool in front of her. Hermione hurried over to the pool that looked normal. She checked it inside and out, up and down, not even letting go of the water pipes below.

"This faucet never comes out." For some reason, Myrtle's tone suddenly became happy.

"What about those two people just now?"

Myrtle's face was full of fear again, and she whispered: "Both of them said something I don't understand to this faucet...and it turned out..." Myrtle seemed to think of something, With a shriek, he rose into the air, turned, and slumped headfirst into the toilet, splashing Hermione with water before disappearing.

Hermione had no choice, she knew she would never be able to ask any other valuable clues from Myrtle, so she closed her eyes, took a breath, and began to try to imitate the voice she had just heard.

It was a strange sound, like the hissing of a snake.

Immediately, the dragon head emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly. Then, the pool also moved. They watched as the pool slowly disappeared from sight, revealing a very thick water pipe that could allow one person to crawl into it.

Does Gryffindor fear danger? of course! No one is not afraid of danger, but will they flinch from it? The answer is also obvious.

Hermione got into the pipe without hesitation.

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