Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy bypassed the unconscious Frank and walked into Riddle House slowly. Although it was a little run down because of the lack of Young Master, under Frank’s efforts, the grass on the side was kept flat and almost invisible. grass.

Malfoy went straight to the biggest room. He guessed it would be a living room. He wanted to find some clues about Voldemort, but the power of time was too powerful, and he couldn’t find the trace of magic at all. He swayed the wooden four-corner table and stool at random, hoping to gain something, but he shook his head in disappointment.

Malfoy then wandered around the back of the house and parked at the door that was almost completely covered by the boston ivy.

“Alohomora.” With a bang, the door made a heavy sound and slowly opened.

It is as dark as a cave. If some kitchen utensils are still cluttered, it is hard to believe that this is a kitchen, but there is nothing special about it, and there is still no clue.

Finally he came to the corridor, the large straight window on both sides of the front door slightly passed some light, so he slowly groped up the stairs, the stone steps covered with a thick layer of gray.

On the landing, he turned to the right and walked straight to the top of the corridor, with a slight gap in the door.

“It seems that there is no clue here, but it is also expected.” Malfoy comforted himself.

“But in one day in the future, disgusting one can still do it.” Then he stepped into the room and seemed to read a few spells.

Soon, he returned to the door of the big house.

“Old Partner, let you sleep, save your life.” Malfoy looked at Frank, and placed a Muggle-Repelling Charm against it, and then quickly left.

“Oh, Maria is still waiting for me.” Frank wakes up, but he seems to suddenly remember his first love. The flame of love burns in his life, and he stumbles out. Riddle House, rushing to the place where he remembered, as for Riddle House, who has been with him for decades, has long been left behind by him.

“Innocent old people, still stay away from it all.” Looking at Frank’s back, Malfoy sighed.

“The things just happened are optional, but now it’s different.” Malfoy got up.

Riddle House’s vision was wide. With a memory of the terrain, Malfoy came to a weedy cemetery where he could see the black outline of a small church behind a tall yew on the right. On the left is a hill, and on the hillside there is a refined old house, which is naturally where Malfoy has just gone.

Gloomy Sen around the cemetery, from time to time came a few creepy crows, but a horrible silence.

Malfoy came to a tall marble tombstone.

Tom Marvolo Riddle

The wind screamed, and he couldn’t help but chill.

“Today it seems to be a guest to touch the gold school.” It is clear that the atmosphere of gloomy did not affect Malfoy, he still has a feeling of self-deprecating.

He opened the black pocket and placed a few cow bones on the ground.

“Reducto!” Malfoy lifted the wand, gently pressed a few bones, and then turned it into a pile of broken pieces.

Malfoy’s wand is another point. The tombstone was slowly removed. He removed the mixture of the original dirt and ashes under the grave, leaving one third, and then replaced the newly created pile of debris.

“Reparo!” The tombstone is slowly closed. “You’re done.” Malfoy couldn’t help but patted the palm, revealing a smile.

It was all the way, and Malfoy walked to Grand Hanton.

I couldn’t see anything else around me. I only saw the tall hedgerows on both sides. Then he turned right toward the path and headed for a gap in the fence.

This is a long and narrow dirt road, and the hedgerows on both sides are taller and denser than those they have just passed. The dirt road was curved, the pits were smashed, and it was covered with rocks. It was as steep as the path just now, and it seemed to lead to a small piece of dark wood below.

The old trees on the top of the head cast a dark shadow of darkness, and a half-hidden house in the tangled trees appeared in front of Malfoy’s eyes. The trees blocked all the light and blocked the valley below. The walls are covered with moss, and many of the tiles on the roof are gone, and the coffins inside are exposed here or there. The house is covered with dense nettles, and the tall nettles are always close to the window. The windows are very small and full of thick old dirt.

As for the door, there is a dead snake.

The entire house exudes a decadent taste and a powerful dark magic method.

“Imperially like iron!” In the face of the first Horcrux to be faced, Malfoy did not dare to care about it and imposed a spells that strengthened willpower.

“Why do the spells I create are always auxiliary.” Thinking of Malfoy always felt helpless, but he still got the spirit.

This Horcrux killed Dumbledore.

Malfoy gently pushed open the door, and Marvolo Gaunt’s Ring lay quietly on the ground, seeming to pick him up with no difficulty.

“Come on me, my master.” Malfoy seemed to feel the ring talking to him, in a confusing tone. “Don’t you have a deceased relative? Or a friend?” The curse magic and Resurrection Stone set by the Dark Lord seemed to have some wonderful reaction. “As long as you wear me, you can see them.”

“Come on, wear me, I am one of the three Hallows.”

“Take me, you will omnipotent! Take control of the soul!”

Whether it’s Slytherin’s locket or Riddle’s diary has a fascinating power, this Horcrux is obviously no exception, he always evokes the deepest desire.

Malfoy felt a dizzy, empty voice and embarrassed, unconsciously let go of his heart, a pleasant and intimate feeling, even without the demand in it, Malfoy still wanted to put it on.

Just as Malfoy bent down and touched the ring, his body suddenly trembled fiercely, and he curled up on the ground, apparently subconscious and table consciousness began to fight. The big sweat of the beans rolled down from his head.

The magic sound in the ear is constantly echoing: “Come on, wear me, you are the king of World.”

“But I am not rare, the king of World!” He struggled desperately with this ring.

With his mind as the battlefield and willpower as a soldier, he desperately resists the constant pressure and temptation.

I don’t know how long it takes, because for a person suffering from pain, a second is like a century.

Suddenly, Malfoy stopped shaking, and the victory and defeat were divided. His clear eyes exposed the results of the battle.

“It’s really terrifying. I don’t think anyone who misses me is dead. It’s so powerful and tempting. It’s no wonder that Dumbledore has recruited it.” Malfoy touched his back, cold sweat, and careful to make the ship, in addition to itself. Willpower, just the spells may be the most important weight on the war balance,

“But people can’t indulge in illusory happiness forever.” Malfoy seems to have made up his mind.

He cautiously and cautiously swayed the sly spells, very light and slow.

A spark suddenly appeared between the Voids, which was a black flame full of sensation.

“I originally wanted to bring it back to someone to study it. Obviously it wouldn’t work.” Malfoy thought. “With Dumbledore’s obsession with his sister, I guess I haven’t had time to explain it. An Accio curse is over, that’s it.”

“So let me solve it here.”

Malfoy tried to control the black flame to fly to the ring. He had to be careful. He didn’t want to be burned to death like one of his followers.

“zi.” When the black flame touched the ring, Malfoy felt the ring start to vibrate violently, and a bloody, black and sticky thing seemed to infiltrate, a very weak, extremely distant pain. The screams came from there.

“Bang.” It seems that the combustion aid was obtained and the black flame suddenly smashed. About two meters in height, slamming all around all things that can burn.

“This is not fun at all.” There was only one change in his choice – running.

“Horcrux and Philosopher’s Stone, this is really enough for him to burn.” It must be said that Malfoy’s reaction is still very fast, and he escaped from the house before the fire spread.

Malfoy hu hu’s gasping, as if he had just experienced a big battle.

Looking at the wooden house that was swallowed by the flames, some of the flames even smashed into the old trees, making a sound of “squeaky”, and the scene of the fire made Malfoy look awkward.

Because he thought of a few words from his last life: “Set fire to the mountain, sit on the bottom.”