Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The bell rang for the end of the get out of class, indicating the end of this ancient rune course. Most of the students were still unsatisfied. This course is indeed difficult, but it is also really interesting. Most of the students who are confident in choosing this course are from Ravenclaw College. For students who love knowledge, after the difficulty is thrown away, the rest should be fun.

You go first. Pansy in the seat waved to Malfoy, I still have a few questions for the professor.

You stole my lines. Malfoy looked at Pansy with a strange expression, and was very puzzled. Even though he felt a little bit of her change, he was still not used to it.

Is it strange that I study hard? Pansy gave Malfoy a glare.

Then I think the question you're confusing to ask the professor is the same as asking me. Malfoy shrugged.

I'm not. Pansy pushed Malfoy away from the seat angrily, as if chasing him away.

Okay, then I happen to have something to do. If you don't understand anything, just ask Professor Babuling. Remember to be polite. Malfoy finally reminded Pansy and left the classroom quickly.

Hermione looked at the two of them talking and couldn't get in the way. After the conversation, Malfoy left quickly. She felt sorry and relieved at the same time. As for why, maybe only she knew the reason.

Just as Hermione packed up her books related to the ancient rune course and was about to get up and leave, she found a figure standing in front of her seat.

Miss Parkinson, what's the matter with you? Hermione asked in a cold tone as she sorted out her books. Apart from finding fault, she couldn't imagine why a Slytherin female student would come to her after class. , she also did not believe that this Miss Parkinson would humbly ask her for advice, whether it was knowledge or patience, she felt that Malfoy was enough to teach her.

It seemed that Hermione still hadn't noticed the sourness in her heart, and made a comparison unconsciously.

However, the provocative words that Hermione imagined did not come out of Pansy's mouth. Hermione looked up at Pansy, only to find that the expression on her face seemed to be tangled, her eyebrows were tangled together, and her hands were I don't know what I'm doing behind my back, but every now and then I stand on tiptoe with one foot. In any case, Hermione didn't see a trace of hostility on her face.

Suddenly Pansy's body leaned forward, and Hermione unconsciously held the wand beside her. She still didn't let down her guard. She didn't know what the girl in front of her was going to do to her.

Thank you. Pansy finally made up her mind and bowed formally to Hermione, softly and solemnly.

Huh? Hermione, who was all ready to fight back at any time, was stunned. She didn't know why Pansy thanked her. The most recent encounter should have been the two of them dueling at the duel club. There was basically no communication after that, and Hermione didn't know what the girl in front of her had to thank her for.

Thank you for telling the Headmaster to save Draco. Pansy continued, which showed her intentions.

He wouldn't be willing to owe favors to others. Pansy said to Hermione firmly, So the Ron thing saved can be regarded as his reward for the time being. The three of you have such a good relationship, it should be counted. It's evened out.

That has nothing to do with me. Hermione began to put her head down again to organize her textbook, and then said: If it is true, as the rumors say,

Then I helped him last year is what a Gryffindor should do, it has nothing to do with who he is, and it is not for compensation. Hermione stopped for a while, then raised her head and stared at Pansy and said, And he saved Ron, it was his own choice, please don't talk about high-sounding words like repayment. Hermione bit the word save very hard, obviously not agreeing with her statement.

That's the best way. Pansy didn't care too much, So according to what you said, I'm just thanking you according to my own wishes. It's your freedom whether you accept it or not, and I'm hiding it from him. What. Pansy seemed to think of something, chuckled secretly, the corners of her mouth curled up inexplicably, then turned and left.

The conversation between the two this time completely dispelled Hermione's plan to thank him again.

She could only watch Pansy leave while biting her lip.

The flame of courage that had finally been mustered was ruthlessly extinguished. Perhaps Pansy's words did not make her give up directly, but sometimes people's courage can only last for a while, and the most impulsive time is over. , this interruption changed her decision again.

Hermione suddenly found that her determination was not as firm as she thought. She was still afraid, but she didn't know where the source of her fear was.

Want to get close but don't dare? Maybe.

And the protagonist who made her entangled was talking with Mrs. Pince in the library at this time, unaware of how much trouble she had caused someone.

What's the matter with you, boy? I think you're more familiar with this place than I am. Mrs. Pince said to Malfoy with a formulaic smile that was alienating thousands of miles away, in a tone that seemed to praise him for coming to the library. Very diligent, but in fact, there is some sarcasm in it.

She has never seen a first-year student who can read books in the forbidden area without any scruples, let's see what books he is reading, Deciphering of Cutting-edge Black Magic, The Rise and Fall of Black Magic, this is the idea To be the second Dark Lord?

What's even more strange is that the principal actually agreed with this hairy boy's behavior. Even if she couldn't accept it herself, she could only pretend to turn a blind eye.

The results of it? Look, he must have used the knowledge of these forbidden books to make such a big mess last semester. She would not believe that he was controlled by the Imperius Curse, and she felt that the child in front of her was the one The culprit.

But the headmaster still didn't punish Malfoy too much, or it didn't count as punishment at all, and today he came here again, and it seemed that he had something to do with him, but she didn't think she had any knowledge of those black magic. , let him ask for advice.

Of course, Mrs. Pince. Malfoy smiled, bowed, and said, I hope to donate some books to the library, these are some precious books I collected during the holidays, no matter where they came from. It makes sense in all respects. After speaking, Malfoy put forward a black box, placed it on the table, stroked his palm above it, and the box squeaked, as if triggering some mechanism, and opened it by himself.

In theory, of course, Mrs. Pince hopes that the library has as many books as possible, and she also hopes that the students at Hogwarts can acquire as much perfect knowledge as possible, but Malfoy gave her a really bad impression. She didn't have any expectations in her heart.

Sure enough, when she saw a few large gilded characters on some torn pages, her brows were high and frowned.

Not to her surprise, it really wasn't a good book, and it was a pure-blooded, noble book. In her opinion, it was nothing more than a group of old antiques touting each other's nobility.

First of all, I have to see if there is any strange magic in these books. Mrs. Pince's smile narrowed, and she no longer seemed to be amiable. She didn't want any crooked books in her jurisdiction. Just like the riots in the last semester, didn't the principal say that it was caused by some diary? What if this kid has bad intentions?

Having had the first time, she naturally had reason to believe the second time.

Of course. Malfoy gestured with a smile, extending his hand in a gesture of invitation.

It looked like a set of books, and Mrs. Pince picked up one at random and opened it to read.

The noble and oldest Black family. These characters came into Mrs. Pince's eyes, and she couldn't help sneering, and her sunken cheeks couldn't help but wrinkle a little.

But Blake's surname reminded her of a few years ago, there were several students who came to the library to study before the exam, and it seemed that one of them had this surname. At that time, there was a very cute little girl who was helping them review. She was very beautiful, with long dark red hair and almond-shaped green eyes. She was one of the few students she could still remember more than ten years later. Gossip was a woman's nature. She couldn't help but take a few more glances at this small group. To her surprise, the two people who seemed to be the best match were not lovers.

What is that man's name? Mrs. Pince began to try her best to recall, her sunken eyes became a little blurry, Potter? In a flash, she remembered the man's surname, which was the same as that of Harry Potter.

He was not bad, but he was far worse than that Blake. She still remembered that when she saw Blake for the first time, she felt as if something was tugging at her heart. She felt that if she was young, A few decades old, maybe they will fall in love with him at first sight.

Because he is too handsome, a little bit of arrogance makes many girls more fascinated, and she is no exception, but adults can always adjust themselves faster, and will not go crazy like those little girls. , the mind quickly faded.

However, that startling glance made her unforgettable after all, which was why her mood became complicated when she saw this surname.

Concentrating her mind, she continued to look down.

A coat of arms jumped into her eyes, with two five-pointed stars on the mountain-shaped symbol, and a long sword below it, forming a shield as a whole, with two leaping greyhounds on both sides of the shield. In terms of the term, it is: black, with the mountain shape between the two stars as the main body, a sword as the base, silver. She knew that this should be the family crest of the Black family, these families like to make these symbolic things, Strengthen the sense of belonging and honor for future generations.

Um.. She stared at the words on the book and began to mutter to herself, Sirius Black, born in.. This is a family member who died young, so no more information was recorded. He died when he was eight years old.

Mrs. Pince's eyes slid down, Phineas Nigellus Black (1847-1926) She remembered that this man had served as the headmaster of Hogwarts, but the reputation was not very good, However, just after she finished reading about the man's life, the person in the photo suddenly moved and looked at her with mocking eyes, showing a sneering expression.

It's just a little shapeshifting magic, Malfoy explained. It makes the reader more impressed with these people, doesn't it.

Oh. Mrs. Pince nodded noncommittally, her face expressionless, but her fingertips turned faster and faster, and soon, she saw a photo she wanted to see.

- Sirius Black

Dark gray eyes revealing a little sharp gaze, with arrogance and indifference that no strangers should approach, it is best to describe it with a stern smile. This should be a photo of his youth, high-spirited, and has not been polished by Azkaban. His sharpness and sharpness.

Okay, there should be no problem with these books and they can be stored in the library. Mrs. Pince quickly closed the book, her tone was as cold as before, but the result given surprised Malfoy.

People with a negative EQ all know how to read their words. Malfoy, who thought he would be made trouble, never thought that Mrs. Pince, who was not very pleasing to him, would let him get his wish so easily.

Thank you, then, Malfoy said politely.

This naturally saved him a lot of effort, and some of the preparatory work he had done in order to avoid making things difficult for him turned out to be useless.

Maybe she's in a good mood these few days. The green light all the way made him in a good mood. If Malfoy knew the real reason, he might not know whether to laugh or cry.

Is there anything else? Mrs. Pince asked, with a hint of impatience in her tone. I wonder if it was her own delusion. Malfoy felt that the librarian in front of him seemed to be chasing him away impatiently.

Uh... Malfoy pondered for a while before saying, It should be gone, but I still want to see these books on the shelf with my own eyes.

Trouble brat. Mrs. Pince whispered, Then I have to find a free bookshelf for it. She thought that things like family genealogy should be closer to historical materials and the like. She got up and took Malfoy to the rows of bookshelves, her eyes kept wandering, and she found a relatively free place.

Just here. Mrs. Pince said expressionlessly, looking at a bookshelf, which was empty but covered with a little dust.

Clean it up. Malfoy immediately cast a spell upon seeing this, and the bookshelf became tidy immediately, which made Mrs. Pince's expressionless face show a trace of fluctuations. If Malfoy looked back, he would find that The corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

This brat doesn't look so unpleasant anymore. Malfoy wouldn't know that his unintentional move had slightly restored his image.

A person who has been at work for a long time will always develop some habits. For librarians, caring for books should be regarded as an occupational disease. What Mrs. Pins hates most are those students who do not care for books, Mal This move of Fu made her impression changed a lot.

The Weasley family, the Malfoy family, the Avery family... A family tree was placed on the bookshelf, and there were fewer and fewer books in the box.

When the last book was on the shelf, Malfoy clapped his hands and declared that he was done.

Thank you for your wisdom. I believe that the students will be willing to know the glorious history of their family. Malfoy bowed slightly. These family trees are not just a combination of names and birth and death years, but also include the main deeds of family members. Even photos, etc., are more detailed than the records in the family. As for why such detailed information can be obtained, the factor of wealth is unavoidable. Malfoy still spent a lot of energy for these dozens of books.

For example, finding a woman who was madly infatuated with Blake and buying back his photos at a high price.

Of course these are smoke bombs, and his real intentions have actually been hidden in a book.

When he left, he looked back deeply at the neatly arranged books on the bookshelf, and thought in his heart: The seed has been planted, as for when it will sprout, all that needs to be done is to wait. (To be continued. .)