Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

It was finally time for school, even though Malfoy explained to Lucius and Narcissa that Black would not dare commit a crime in broad daylight. The two of them still insisted on taking him to the station, and they would not be relieved until they saw him get on the bus.

Compared with other families who send their children to school, the Malfoys seem to be very relaxed. They do not carry large or small bags. Narcissa, who dotes on Draco, chose to pay more but more easily checked in.

She couldn't bear to let her sweetheart drag her cumbersome luggage to school, and Lucius didn't care about the little money.

And Malfoy himself can only choose to accept the kindness of his parents.

Without the traceless extension spell, that big iron cage is indeed inconvenient to carry.

There was no problem along the way. After arriving at the station, they moved forward slowly with the flowing crowd. Narcissa complained about the annoying air conditions in the train station from time to time. It was normal for people to come and go, shoulder to shoulder. She is unbearable with a slight habit of cleanliness, and the way to express her dissatisfaction is to frown her long and narrow eyebrows, and constantly pick and choose from the environment that is actually unsatisfactory.

Lucius, who declined to comment, is used to his wife's character.

After a while, they advanced to the very front of the platform, ready to board the train at any time. The scarlet steam locomotive was blowing smoke above the platform, and the platform was full of wizard parents and their children with Lucius and his wife.

"Hector!" Lucius showed a smile, switched his cane to his left hand, and walked straight to his old friend, extending his right hand to express his joy after seeing his friend.

Hector also symbolically stretched out his right hand and shook it lightly, as a greeting.

"Draco has grown taller again, and it looks like he will be a man like your father in the future." Hector said with a smile. For parents, the best way to get closer is to praise their own child.

"Where, your little princess is really a lot taller." Lucius was also polite.

Afterwards, it was the junior's greetings to the elders, so everyone wasted a little time under the platform. Malfoy saw Pansy's expressionless face in his face, and he couldn't help but start to recall what he had offended her again. .

Towards the end of last term she had been cold, but Malfoy couldn't find any obvious reason.

It can only be attributed to the girl's puberty, right?

The two of them stepped on the train together and sat in the adjacent chairs, neither of them saying a word. But only Pansy knew that she was not as calm as she seemed.

Since Pansy didn't seem very happy to talk to him, Malfoy naturally wouldn't start talking to himself. The train shook a little, and after confirming that it started, he closed his eyes and leaned against the window to doze off.

Looking at that familiar profile face, Pansy felt a sense of happiness and peace of mind.

She was still cleaning her ink-stained robes in Snape's office when news of the basilisk's rampage came from outside, and she was still gloating about which hapless Mudblood it was. attacked.

But when she saw that Malfoy might be dead on his hospital bed, she felt as if she had made a mistake.

"The pure blood of wizards is noble, and the blood of Muggles is filthy." She heard these words from her parents countless times, subtly, and under the influence of her ears and eyes, she took it for granted.

Those thoughts were already ingrained in her mind, but the encounter with Malfoy changed her.

He'd be unhappy when he heard her talk about Mudblood, even though his parents were purebloods, even though he still showed a sense of superiority to his parents because of his bloodline.

But she knew that Malfoy was actually dismissive of it, it was just his disguise.

He would insert some Muggle history when he told himself stories, some stories sounded more bizarre than novels, but he had never heard of them, her own parents would not care about those Muggle histories, and more No Muggle history teacher for her. Everything is very novel to her, but in order to show her modesty, sometimes even if her heart is clenched for this, she doesn't show it, but forces herself to say something vicious.

She knew that there was discrimination in the Muggle society, but a black man in the Muggle society could actually become the president of the country, which made her unbelievable. It was like a mudblood becoming the Minister of Magic. Night Tan.

She still remembered that the black man's name was Ou Guanhai, and even though Malfoy said it was at some point in the future, she still chose to believe it.

She was a little shaken, but it was still not obvious. She tried her best to refrain from saying those insulting words in public, but she didn't want to admit that she was influenced, and she compromised with herself: "This is just what a cultured lady should behave. ."

But she still couldn't help scolding in her heart.

What she hated the most was the girl named Hermione.

The grades are among the best, if it weren't for Draco being better, maybe the first place in the grades would be Gryffindor.

She also "seduced" Malfoy, and she'd seen them both alone when they left themselves behind.

She felt that only she could enjoy Malfoy's indulgence. When he got candy at home, he would keep one for himself, comfort her after losing the Quidditch game, tell her many interesting stories, Her safety taught her the magic spell of self-defense, and would accommodate her when she was angry. Even if he didn't take care of himself, he would still apologize to himself when he lost his temper.

But she could see from his eyes that he only had the kind of doting on her like his "father" and had no other emotions. Perhaps not for the time being, the occasional blush when he teased him is just a normal reaction.

He should be the first peer he knows, maybe he will really like him when he gets older.

Maybe he is still a child in his eyes.

Looking at the hospital bed, Pansy felt an indescribable sense of fear even when she saw the blood red seeping from the bandage. If the wound was the head, she imagined that he would leave her forever? The wizard's magic is not strong enough to regenerate a severed head.

Can pure blood make the god of death show mercy in the face of death?

Apart from the gap in identity, she really couldn't find a trace that she was better than Hermione.

From her point of view, even Malfoy's life was saved by the Muggle witch, and it was she informed Headmaster Dumbledore that Malfoy escaped.

She thought for a long time, but on the bright side, she maintained the same attitude and tone as usual. Only she knew that her attitude had changed.

Even if you can't help him, you can't be a fuel bottle.

That's one of the reasons why she didn't get in touch with Malfoy much during the holidays, she wasted so much time that she decided to catch up.

The boy always mentioned the dangers that might happen in the future, intentionally or unintentionally. She subconsciously chose to trust him. Even if she realized that she might not be able to fight alongside him, at least she couldn't hold him back.

Pansy remembered how many nights she had woken up from her sleep, and the last picture in front of her was Malfoy lying in the desolate ruins, surrounded by ruins, bricks and tiles. Flocks of ominous crows flew under the gloomy sky, making creepy calls, surrounded by many people she knew or didn't know, including Malfoy's parents, her own parents, and Headmaster Dumbledore , another person also lay on the ground, but that person may not be called a person, his nose is completely absent, leaving only two disgusting gaps.

She guessed that he was dead, but the hideous face still frightened her.

The dream made her heart palpitate.

She doesn't want to think about what this dream indicates, or it is directly a prediction of the future, what she prefers is that it is just her own random thoughts.

Just when she wanted to pull her thoughts back, she suddenly found that her panic was magnified many times, and the scene in front of her continued to change. The man without a nose stood up and madly fired spells at the people around her. The spell like a shooting star made people fall at the touch, and people fled in fear.

Her heart was soaked by the poison called fear, and the cold feeling spread all over her body instantly, and the only warmth seemed to be gradually eaten away by a small insect.

A white light suddenly and gradually fell in front of her eyes, as if to dispel the holy light of the dark clouds, and she heard the familiar voice in her ear: "Pancy, are you alright?"

She saw Malfoy looking at her with concern, and the tip of the wand in her hand was emitting a soft silver-white light. She was about to answer, only to find that every inch of the joints on her body seemed to be cold, and the cold was skipped. The skin made her tremble uncontrollably, but she couldn't open her mouth when she wanted to speak.

"These disgusting things." She only saw Malfoy curse in a vicious voice, but she knew it was her concern.

"Eat it and you'll feel so much better." Malfoy fed Pansy a bar of chocolate, and Pansy felt a warm current flowing through her body.

Only then did Pansy feel much better, and only after she regained consciousness did she find herself falling into Malfoy's arms.

She suddenly felt that she had no need to be brave.

Because of him, she thought so.

"Let me sleep for a while." Pan suit murmured confusedly, his eyelids drooped down again, and "unintentionally" put his hand on Malfoy's waist again, hanging on him like a koala .

Malfoy felt that Pansy in front of him had returned to his original appearance, but it was not completely changed. It was slightly different from the beginning, but the change could not be explained.

Intuition tells him this is a good change.

But thinking of what happened just now, anger appeared on his face for a while.

"Are you hungry? Sooner or later I will let you eat enough!"

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