Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The banquet soon ended, and the other students seemed to be inexhaustible, and Malfoy was ready to go back to Slytherin’s bedroom to make up for it. The things that happened in the past few days made him very tired, especially the day when Horcrux was wiped out. It is really thrilling.

But just as he lifted his foot and stepped out of the dinning hall, a tall black shadow was in front of him.

“Mr. Draco, given your behavior outside the school, Professor Dumbledore wants to talk to you alone.” Looking up, it was Snape’s sallow face, but unlike the sorrowful tone of Gryffindor, Malfoy even felt a touch of harmony.

“The headmaster office is on the eighth floor, wait for yourself to go.” Snape expression In a hurry, there seems to be something waiting for him to do.

“Right.” Snape had turned and left, as if suddenly thought of what turned around and said: “password is Butterbeer, don’t forget.” Then strode away from the dinning hall, I do not know which direction to go.

“It’s always coming.” Malfoy felt a little powerless.

“Are you okay?” Pansy glanced at his shoulder, apparently she also heard the conversation.

“Silly girl, what can I do?” said Malfoy licking Pansy’s hair and comforting her. “It is estimated that he will just ask some questions. Don’t worry, the punishment of Ministry of Magic has already gone down.”

“Okay.” Pansy whipped up the gang, apparently dissatisfied with the answer, and the intuition told her that things were not that simple.

“Go to sleep, female child is very sleepy.” Malfoy used a trump card.

“Yes!” Pansy suddenly patted his cheek. “I was crazy to sleep late on Christmas Eve. I have to make up early today.” He said that he rushed to the direction of Slytherin’s female bed. He did not forget to go back and said: “If I was criticized tomorrow, I will I will comfort you, so don’t worry.”

“How do I feel that she wants me to be criticized?” Malfoy touched his chin and thought.

Then Malfoy stepped on a layer of stairs and walked to the eighth floor. The corridor was empty and there was only one stone monster standing next to it, which was very eye-catching.

Malfoy slowly came to the stone monster.

“Butterbeer!” he said. The stone monster jumped aside, and the wall behind it split into two halves, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it. Malfoy stepped up and as the stairs spiraled, the higher the height, and finally the one. In front of the Dumbledore office with brass door knockers.

“It’s a weird taste.” Malfoy looked at the brass door knocker in the shape of the lion’s eagle.

“dong dong dong.” Malfoy gently buckled three times.

“Please come in.” It was Dumbledore’s voice.

“Good evening, Professor.” Malfoy said as he approached Dumbledore’s office.

He looked at everything around him carefully. It was a wonderful room, spacious and full of style. The magic is that the room is still round. The wall is full of portraits of old men and women, who are in their respective frames. Gently snoring. There is also a huge table in the room, the legs are claw-shaped, and there are many refined silverware on the table of the slender legs. They rotate and squirt a small strand of smoke, on the shelf behind the door. Inhabited his pet – Phoenix Fawkes.

“Child, sit down, relax,” Dumbledore said slyly.

“headmaster, I am sorry about this happening.” Malfoy didn’t sit down, but bowed to Dumbledore first.

“Oh, I believe this is just a misunderstanding.” Dumbledore waved his hand, and the blue eyes behind the glasses kept blinking, not knowing what to think.

“I want you to come today, just want to talk to you. I seem to care too much about Harry. I almost forgot to care about the best students in our First Year.” Dumbledore said, putting ten fingertips together, this It is his habit.

“Professor has won the award.” Malfoy said modestly, but there was a bitter cold in his heart: “You still care less about me in the old glass. Your home Harry is preparing to steal Philosopher’s Stone.” Of course he does not show up. come out.

“Well…” Dumbledore was indulged and seemed to be thinking about something.

Dumbledore suddenly got up and went to the corner, and as Dumbledore moved, Malfoy’s line of sight shifted.

“I think you’ll find it interesting.” Dumbledore whispered a spell in the corner, and the black cloth hanging on an object suddenly flew away, and the obscured things appeared.

This is a very stylish mirror with a high ceiling and a magnificent golden frame with two claw-shaped feet underneath. The top line is engraved with a line: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

“Mirror of Erised.” Soon Malfoy came to a conclusion.

“Get close to it and tell me what you saw.” Dumbledore’s voice was still mild.

“Okay, Professor.” Malfoy can only respond.

It was a mirror that allowed people to see the most urgent and intense desires in their hearts. Harry saw his own family. Ron saw himself as the president of the student union, holding the house cup and Quiddich Cup. This short distance seemed to be very long. Malfoy walked very slowly. He thought about it: “Voldemort estimates that I see the omnipotent god in the mirror. What is my desire?”

The long road will always be finished, not to mention that it is too close.

Malfoy stood before the mirror. He closed his eyes and slowly opened.

“hehe.” Malfoy couldn’t help but laugh a few times when he saw the sight in the mirror.

“Child, what did you see.” Dumbledore’s voice slowly floated, seemingly carrying magic power, making people unconsciously want to speak out, Malfoy couldn’t help but turn his head, his eyes fixed on Malfoy, his eyes Sharp and bright, it is very penetrating.

“I saw…” Malfoy’s answer seemed to be blurting out, but his eyes suddenly began to struggle, and his eyes became clear after a short burst of time.

“Legilimency?” Just as Malfoy was about to blurt out the answer, he regained his mind and tightened his fist, and the angry flame burned on his chest.

“My thoughts can’t be explored by anyone.” He thought. “You have to look at it, then look at it.” Malfoy calmly breathed, decisively closed his brain, and then came up with an image of Seemingly Real, Seemingly Unreal.

“cough cough.” Dumbledore suddenly coughed up sharply, and the silver white beard couldn’t help but tremble. The pupil under the blue eye shrank sharply, apparently shocked by the image.

“Professor, I don’t think it’s a good habit to use Legilimency for students.” Malfoy sneered.

“You actually learned Occlumency.” Dumbledore was a little embarrassed and helped his glasses.

“Otherwise my secrets will be seen today.” Malfoy said with no anger.

He can understand Dumbledore, and now the magic circle can no longer tolerate the rise of a new Voldemort, which will be a devastating blow to the entire Wizard Society. Dumbledore can understand the killing of the cradle, but understanding is one thing, tolerance It’s another thing, not to mention his biggest secret. He can’t open his memory to him. He can only choose to confront.

“You are like a person,” Dumbledore said quietly. “Even better than him.” After Dumbledore seemed to be exhausted, he sat in a chair, as if he was old enough.

“I am different from him. I have love in my heart.” Malfoy left this sentence faintly, and then turned and left. Today’s exchange is not a good experience for both.

“What happened to that scene?” Dumbledore asked suddenly.

“You can understand it as a dream for me.”

“He won’t do this.”

“Who knows? Perhaps what he hates most is not the Dark Lord, it’s you!” Leaving the last sentence, Malfoy put the threshold on the door and brought a huge sound, as if the entire floor was shaking. Even the Fawkes on the shelf seemed to feel an unusual atmosphere and began to sing.

Phoenix’s voice has magic power: it can strengthen the courage of the pure heart and release the fear for the inner and dirty people.

After a singer, Dumbledore’s mood was calmed down, but the expression was still complicated. He looked at his collection of silverware quietly. He didn’t know what he was thinking, but his mouth was filled with a faint smile.

“I hope so.” He murmured in low voice.

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Gryffindor’s common room is still awkward. At school, the students who go home tell their own stories about Christmas.

“Hermione, you don’t know at school, I saw a magical mirror with Harry, and the mirror was amazing.” Ron said excitedly at the table.

“Yes.” Harry nodded. “I saw my parents in front of the mirror.”

“I saw that I became a student council President, and I also took the house cup and the Quiddich Cup!” It seemed that I wanted to show off, and Ron spoke out what he saw.

“Ron, that’s just an illusion,” Hermione said.

“I know, but it still looks great, isn’t it?” Ron still chattered.

“People can’t live in a dream, don’t rely on their dreams and forget about life, don’t they?” Hermione said.

“Dumbledore also said such a sentence, I think so, this is an illusion.” Harry nodded again, and then said: “We should face the reality, but Ron, my dream may never be realized, your dreams are There may be hope for the force.” Then Harry encouraged Ron.

“First let him learn to do his homework seriously.” Hermione didn’t seem to be in a good mood. She got up and left, and it seemed to be going back to the bedroom.

“Can’t she say something nice?” Ron patted the table, apparently uncomfortable.

“Actually, I think she makes sense,” Harry whispered.

“Harry, even you say that.” Ron painfully grabbed his forehead. “Okay, I know, I will work hard.”

Hermione was about to step out of the Gryffindor’s common room and return to the female bed, but was shouted by a weak voice.

“Hermione!”

“Neville? Do you have anything?” Hermione turned her head and found that Neville was calling her.

“I heard it all the time, I think you are right,” Neville said slowly.

“What did I say?” Hermione was weird.

“It was just in the dinning hall, I know you are talking about Malfoy.” Neville lowered his voice. “I also believe that he will not do that kind of thing.”

“How do you know? Do you believe him so much?” Hermione’s face changed and she asked.

“He helped me.”

“You are pure blood.”

“But my pure blood is not even stronger than the ordinary muggle.” Neville continued: “He helped me find toad, took the crystal ball, I believe he is definitely not such a person.” He paused. “Hermione, you think so too? Malfoy, he is a good person.”

“I have a chance to explain to Harry, I believe him.” Neville said slowly and firmly, raised his fist and then walked out the door.

“Good guy?” Hermione murmured. “I’m not even better than Neville?” Hermione’s heart was mixed, and she admired Neville’s courage and repented of her weakness.

Back to the bedroom, Hermione sitting at the table, playing with the piece of paper under the meager orange light, looked at the lines of writing on the piece of paper, not knowing what to think.

It seems that tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.