Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Then he went straight out of the room and walked to the wards he asked about. Carrying a fruit basket along the way, he saw that he came to visit the patient, and since he was a young man, no one suspected anything at all. He first came to the door of a room similar to an intensive care unit, looked inward, and saw the healing wizards in green robes walking back and forth, holding a notebook in their hands to write and draw, it should be in Recording the patient's condition, the others are still waving their wands, he may be in the treatment.

"Forgive me, I can't help." Malfoy could only glance outside and observe a moment of silence for this innocently implicated goblin. "I will help you get revenge." He thought, but if he really wanted revenge, he would be the culprit in this farce.

Then he walked towards the end of the corridor, and there were some painful howls and moans from time to time in the door that he passed by. He stood at the last door, knocked the door lightly a few times, and pushed it open. door.

"Long time no see, Mr. Griphook." Malfoy smiled and looked at the goblin lying on the bed. Coincidentally, he wasn't asleep, otherwise Malfoy wouldn't mind waking him up in some "special" way.

Griphook on the bed was concentrating on reading a book with blue skin and black background. Malfoy glanced at it and found that the title pen in the center of the cover was written with dragons and snakes. This is written in a script unique to fairies.

Griphook, who devoted himself to the sea of ​​books, was startled by this greeting, raised his huge head suddenly, and looked at Malfoy with his dark eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Griphook said in a panic, with hope and fear in his eyes. "Aren't you afraid that the Gringotts people will suspect us?" Griphook tried to make his voice serious and nervous.

Don't look at him like a hero these days. He is the only one who knows the suffering in his heart. In order to complete the task of the boy in front of him, he betrayed Gringotts and almost killed his colleague. , The colleague who he saved out of guilt actually won a good name for himself.

There is only one dream of Rabbit these days, and that is the Auror sent by the Ministry of Magic to arrest him, use Legilimency and Veritaserum to constantly interrogate himself, and then he recruits everything. Well, he didn't know how Malfoy ended up, but in his dream, he had been thrown into that dark, damp, lonely island prison where he could never feel joy and happiness - Azkaban.

He felt a tinge of remorse.

The fear he had imagined had already tormented him to the point of neurasthenia. His only choice was to find sustenance. He was unable to move on the hospital bed, and only the fairy book could make him temporarily forget his current troubles.

"Autobiography of Legnac I" - this is Griphook's way of numbing himself. He hopes to once again appreciate the heroic style of their goblin family through the book. One is not only a master casting master, but also no less than any other in terms of magical attainments. Wizard's legendary goblin.

The more significant Legnac's exploits and achievements are, the more he will be able to convince himself that these unfortunate deeds are sacrificed for the honor of their goblins.

Then when he hypnotized himself to a certain extent, he realized that he didn't get paid after doing things stupidly, and he couldn't help but resented Malfoy for fear that he would go back on his word.

But when Malfoy was actually standing in front of him again, he was suddenly at a loss for words.

The fear of the truth being discovered prevailed again.

Whether it is a Muggle wizard or a goblin, the performance of a crime and a mistake is worthy of in-depth study. Some of them are trembling, walking on thin ice, and living in a state of panic, and some of them boast that their methods are flawless and can escape the punishment of the law. , but in any case, human hearts are complicated, and so are fairies. After Malfoy said a few words, the flame of greed in his eyes suddenly rose again.

Malfoy said: "Our meeting this time is at the behest of the governor, who asked you to be tight-lipped about the timing of this time, and then you'll get what you deserve."

"Otherwise, I shouldn't have been able to get in when I was outside. You should also know that you are actually under house arrest, so you should avoid talking outside."

Griphook's expression changed when he heard the words.

"The president's hush fee is his hush fee, and the next step is to fulfill the agreement between us." Malfoy looked at Griphook with his gray eyes, and Griphook couldn't help but feel a chill behind him, as if being attacked The dormant beast stared at him, but after he heard the words of fulfilling the promise behind him, his face showed a lively expression again.

"Where's the sword?" Griphook couldn't hold back his emotions any longer, and asked Malfoy for his "deserved" reward. His huge eyes rolled and looked around Malfoy.

"Of course, the people of the Malfoy family are the most trustworthy." Malfoy nodded, and then added two words in his heart: "That's weird."

"Where's the sword." Griphook's expression suddenly turned hideous. Except for the inconspicuous fruit basket, there was nothing around him that could hold the long sword. This cunning little liar might be trying to deceive him!

"My dear friend, you seem to have forgotten the Traceless Stretching Charm." Malfoy glanced at Griphook amusingly, then said in a soothing tone.

Then Malfoy slowly pulled out the sword, which symbolized Gryffindor's courage, and the sword body hidden in the fruit pile was revealed little by little, so that it was finally fully exposed to the sight of the two of them. The sword was in the dim light of the ward. It looks extremely dazzling, and the shining silver light seems to be the most deadly and tempting drug for the goblin who is obsessed with casting.

Griphook immediately snatched the sword, but Malfoy didn't stop him this time. He put the sword in his arms, stroking it gently as if he was treating his lover. His eyes were full of intoxication, and the hilt was huge. The ruby ​​​​and the various strange patterns on the side made him linger and couldn't extricate himself.

The skill of the master goblin caster made him widen his eyes, and his superb skills fascinated him.

He has paid too much for this, and it is time for him to be rewarded.

"But, Mr. Griphook, I need to remind you." Malfoy offered his suggestion "friendly".

"Needless to say, I know that you definitely didn't get this sword from the right channel. I will be very cautious and hide it well so that no one can find it." Griphook did not notice Malfoy's tone. abnormal.

"No, no, that's not what I want to say." Malfoy shook his head indistinctly, but Griphook's whole body threw himself on the sword and asked subconsciously, "What is that? "

With the sword in his hand, he didn't think that this might just be a bait to divert his attention.

"In terms of setting, I'm a villain." Malfoy said quietly, and just after he finished speaking, his wand was already aimed at the intoxicated goblin.

"Forget it all!"

Griphook, who was originally sitting on the bed, collided with a white light that looked like a meteor, and then fell straight down with a little incredible and deep unwillingness in his eyes, his not wide palm still tight. He tightly grasped the treasured sword that he had worked so hard to "possess".

"Relax!" Malfoy waved his wand again, he didn't want to break the goblin's fingers one by one.

Clearly, someone backtracked.

The sale of fairies is not called buying and selling, but is called renting.

Then let this lease period be extended indefinitely.

Destroying Hufflepuff's gold cup, keeping Gryffindor's sword, and being a foreman similar to arrears of wages to migrant workers, Malfoy completed a small part of his plan.

"Actually, coveting things that shouldn't belong to you will bring disaster to your body." Malfoy looked at Griphook, who had fallen asleep and shook his head. This actually saved his life. If the original trajectory was followed, Not long after he obtained the sword, he ate a green light from a furious Voldemort.

I just don't know what kind of spark this goblin will have with a dying person.

What Griphook didn't notice was that since the first time they met, he had fallen into the trap woven by Malfoy step by step, which was not an ingenious, even crude trap, but unexpectedly effective.

That is the power of the word "greed". As long as people lose their cool, no matter how flawed lies or promises, they will believe it for no reason.

Maybe add someone's mental cues and charm magic.

The hint in his heart does not belong to the category of magic, and the magic of charm only evokes various emotions in people, so when Griphook passes through the anti-thief waterfall, he still does not feel abnormal.

No matter how tempted and guided, he was still the one who made this decision, which was fundamentally different from the Imperius Curse.

In St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, the place that should be noisy is still noisy, crying, moaning, screaming can be heard in many places, but in the soundproof ward that needs to be quiet, it is silent, a silver needle falls , can also hear the sound. The therapists were still doing their jobs dutifully, and the doctor named Augustus was still being reprimanded by his superiors. Everything was business as usual, and no one noticed that the memory of a goblin patient on the fifth floor had been tampered with.

"Lockhart! How dare you play a goblin?" Griphook didn't faint for a long time, after all, this was not a sleeping curse, and the first sentence he woke up was to curse through gritted teeth.

After all, the structure of the fairy is different from that of human beings. Maybe even magic can't fully work with his obsession with this sword? So Malfoy gave him a pretty good target.

It’s better to block it than to sparse, and it is the safest way to attract disasters to the east.

The poor bastard professor didn't know that there was a sudden trouble on his body.

"Huh? What is this." A female wizard in a green robe walked past a ward, and suddenly felt a stumble on the bottom of her foot. Her identity may be similar to that of a nurse in a Muggle hospital, because the green robe The pattern on it is slightly different from other doctors, it should be lighter and simpler.

This is the truth. She just assists some patients in their daily care and recuperation. Similar to a nurse, she has mastered some spiritual magic to soothe manic patients, allowing her to successfully stay in this hospital.

She frowned slightly when she almost fell, but then spread it out again. A beautifully packaged high-end fruit basket was lying quietly outside the door of the ward. This should be the "culprit".

"Which family members don't go in to see patients in person? Are they not afraid of being taken away by others?" She was a little puzzled, because it seemed that this fruit basket was also very valuable. The various fruits in it were smelling sweet. There are people from the three religions and nine classes in the country. It is reasonable to be such a big one standing outside the door and being led by the sheep.

A piece of paper suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, with only a few words written on it, forming a sentence without leaving a name. She read this sentence in a low voice: "I hope our hero can recover quickly. Get out of the nightmare."

The lady in the green robe looked up at the ward number, "No. 49." This is also the ward she took over today. She forgot the name of the person in this ward, but she still vaguely remembers the surname.

"Longbottom." The woman patted her head, remembering the patient's surname on the case. "Is the patient in this ward still a hero?" She thought silently, and then decided to take her patient attitude more seriously.

In the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries under the night, everything is as usual.

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