Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy felt like he had broken into a pipe with no end. It was dark and dark, and it was sticky everywhere. Gloomy wind from the convection caused his face to hurt, like a sharp blade swept from his ear. The slope of the place is very steep, the whole passage is turned around, and there are some small pipelines, but it is obviously not the width of the individual.

To be on the safe side, Malfoy applied a floating technique to his own to absorb shocks and avoid accidents.

But it seems that he is too worried, the latter part of the water pipe suddenly became level, he emerged from the mouth of the pipe, steadily stepped onto the damp ground, and then a dark stone tunnel was placed in front of him. The tunnel is so big that you can stand inside.

“Lumos!” He waved wand and illuminated himself.

Even if the pace slowed down, his footsteps still sounded pa ta pa ta on the wet ground. In addition to the footsteps in the tunnel, nothing was done, highlighting the gloomy bleak atmosphere, not to mention the occasional stepping. The sound of ka-cha ka-cha occurs in the skull of various other animals.

“Is this guy’s faded skin?” Malfoy looked at the huge snakeskin not far away, with a dazzling fresh green, which was coiled on the ground lying in the tunnel, empty inside. Obviously, the animal that just shed this layer of skin is at least twenty feet long. If it is converted into meters, it is also a big guy of six meters long.

The hunters in the forest always say such a sentence. I would rather face 500 hundred poisonous snakes than face a python. If the former takes a bite, there may be an antidote. The latter directly hangs you directly. You will Feel that there is less and less oxygen in your body, and life is lost a little bit. Watching yourself go to death may be more frightening than death itself.

Then you need to face the Basilisk now, the body is huge, there are fangs, the two are combined, and there is also a smashing and killing.

Malfoy naturally didn’t come to die. His identity would not let Riddle open when he saw him, and Riddle might have been so lonely for so long. Lockhart and he must not be able to talk. Most of Riddle sees him like Watching a fool like that.

In the original work, Riddle was still grinding and Harry blew a cow before he started to kill.

Malfoy continued to walk through the huge snakeskin, the tunnel turned a corner and a bend, and finally, he carefully turned another corner and finally found a solid wall in front of it, engraved with two The intertwined snakes, with their large, Winky/glittering emeralds in their eyes, let people know that green light in their eyes is not just a word to describe.

“It really didn’t work.” Malfoy’s body tightened. He just wanted to deform his button, but found no effect. He ripped a rooster howler and found it to be like a deflated ball. “Squib”.

“He is really prepared.” Malfoy’s heart was cold, but it didn’t affect his plan.

“Open.” Malfoy said to the two stone snakes in a snake language that was forcibly remembered.

The snake on the wall began to swim slowly, so that it was completely separated, and the wall was divided into two halves, revealing a passage.

Malfoy got into it.

He looked at all around, this is a long, dark-light room with many towering stone pillars draped around it, all of which are engraved with winding entangled snakes that support the ceiling that melts in the darkness of the heights. , cast a path of long shadows on the entire room filled with green and mysterious.

“It’s really uncomfortable to be stared at by this thing.” Malfoy shuddered. From any angle, Malfoy felt the stone snake staring at him tightly, which made him feel depressed and quite uncomfortable.

When he walked parallel to the last pair of stone pillars, there was a statue of the same height as the room itself, clinging to the dark wall behind it.

It was a senile, monkey-like face, a sparse long beard, almost dragged to the hem of a stone-printed wizard robes, and two gray Padfoot standing on the sleek floor of the room. Between the two feet, a man in an emerald green robe lay. The hair is a golden wave.

“唉” Malfoy’s heart is a sigh, speculation is one thing, it is one thing to see it with your own eyes. When he saw Lockhart, his mood was still very complicated. He didn’t think that this straw bag was really so disappointing.

A silhouette suddenly slipped out from behind the stone pillar. Malfoy knew that the Lord had come at a glance. The silhouette had a black hair and a tall figure, but the body was not completely solid, and some were transparent, making people feel that he was one. Only ghost.

“Oh?” The boy spoke up. “I thought it would be Harry Potter to come here, I didn’t expect it to be you.”

“I think about it,” he said to himself. “Well, Lockhart is the one that Harry appreciates the most, because you sent him a bottle of his favorite whisky. It’s ridiculous. Draco Malfoy, right?” Riddle looked at Malfoy and said, with a bit of sarcasm in his tone. It should be Lockhart, so far no malicious has been revealed, perhaps because Malfoy is pure blood.

“Dark Lord!” Malfoy began to pick up his acting again. He held his chest in his hands, his eyes filled with a fanatic look, and his voice shouted devoutly.

Riddle was shocked to hear the name, and his eyes suddenly sharpened. It seemed that the brief remark would be a big kill.

Malfoy didn’t care about him at all, as if he had found something, he rushed straight to the diary next to Lockhart.

“Away from the book!” Riddle screamed, his eyes flashed through scarlet red’s rays of light, and Malfoy ignored it. He quickly pulled out a bottle filled with bright red liquid and poured it into the diary.

“You dare! ” Riddle raised the wand in his hand, but it was very uncoordinated. Lockhart’s wand was so gorgeous that it was covered with various patterns, but Riddle could only be used, but he quickly stopped. It’s down.

“Oh, the taste of life.” Riddle snarled his mouth, as if he was enjoying the wine of the old age, he put down the wand. “What is this?” he asked.

“Dragon blood.” Malfoy seemed to realize that he had some lost self-control, and he stuttered the word.

“Perfect!” Riddle said excitedly, it seems that Malfoy has initially achieved his trust. “It’s much better than the life of this straw bag,” he said as he looked disgusted at Lockhart lying on the side.

“How do you know these secrets?” But Riddle looked at him. “It’s all my father told me.” Malfoy tried to say it in a proud tone.

“Lucius?” Riddle whispered. Obviously he has almost learned about Lockhart’s memory, and these situations have already been able to sit in the right place. “It looks like your father is very trusting under my hand.” Riddle laughed.

“My father doesn’t want to believe the fact that you are dead. He firmly believes that the Dark Lord is impossible to die. You are the god of omnipotent. A body will not stop you.” Malfoy continues to blow up the people in front of him. I saw that Riddle’s body gradually turned into a real shape, and the original difference between Heaven and Earth, just like Riddle seems to be the same as the wind blowing.

“So he chose to go back to the society of the wizard for the time being, to lay the foundation for your return. I think you know from Lockhart’s mind that our family is very rich and can definitely help you.” Malfoy lowered his own Head, “So please forgive him for the act of betrayal before.” It seems that Riddle does not forgive him and he is not ready to look up.

Riddle rubbed Lockhart’s gorgeous wand and said happily: “Your father and son have already demonstrated your loyalty with action. I am satisfied, how can I blame.” He added: “If it is not a trustworthy person, I don’t think I will tell you this important secret.”

“Look up.” Riddle said that his tone was much thicker than it was just now, exuding the majesty of the superior.

“Oh, don’t worry, child, I treat my loyal hand to be very tolerant, not to mention you have no experience.” He said with tolerance, the feeling is very uncoordinated. Can you imagine a teenager saying such an old-fashioned word?

“Yes.” Malfoy slowly raised his head.

“Let’s relax.” Riddle said, a loyal man and his son found himself and gave him such help, so that his mood suddenly improved.

“Will that man die?” Malfoy pointed to Lockhart, showing a fear that a teenager should face the dead.

“Oh, this is an interesting question,” Riddle said happily. “It’s a long story. As far as I can see, Lockhart has become like this. The real reason is that he has opened his heart to an invisible stranger and confided all his secrets.”

It seems that it has been a long time, or it may be to show off to his loyal hands, brush loyalty, and Riddle began to talk about how he confuses Lockhart.

“Really, I have lived for so many years, and I have encountered this wonderful for the first time.” Riddle couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“He told me that he was humiliated in his class. What is that? Pixie/house elf? Dozens of Pixie/house elf made his dog fly in the class. I comforted him. In fact, he is very strong. “”

“Too funny, I doubt if Dumbledore is completely dim-sighted from old age, and chose such a straw bag as the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts class.” He sneered.

“Fortunately, it’s just a memory. If you know that you don’t even have this straw bag, it is estimated that you will kill him immediately.” Malfoy didn’t forget to vomit, but on the surface was a focused expression of listening to the leadership.

“Then I watched him write in the diary again. He was afraid that one day he was found to be a person who couldn’t do anything except Obliviate. He wanted to be low-key, but couldn’t help but show off those experiences that didn’t belong to him. He This is the constant self-blame, and I will continue to enlighten him – you are strong, just missing a chance.”

“I also let him kill the chicken, tell him that he can gain strength, he really believes, really laughed at the big teeth.”

“Well.” Riddle meditated and continued: “It should have been a Quidditch match that day. To be honest, that kind of game is the most boring sport I have ever seen.”

“+1” Malfoy said, feeling that he found a friend.

“He actually changed the bones of the boy who had beaten me.” Riddle impudent laughed. “So I have to give him a reward,” he said.

“He wrote in his diary that he can no longer stand to bear so much skepticism that he wants real strength.” Riddle chuckled. “So I will satisfy him.”

“But nothing on World is not an equivalent exchange, so he paid his life.” Riddle looked at Lockhart lying on the floor disgustingly. “After a while he should die.”

“I am very satisfied,” Riddle said. “The assistant who seems to have defeated him was once my man, Draco, do you know what is going on?”

Malfoy shook his head in a stupid manner.

“Well, I can’t expect a child to sort out everything.” Riddle talked to himself.

“Well, now my strength has not fully recovered, it will take some time, let’s go, I will come back to you.” He licked his lips. “The next time you meet Hogwarts, there won’t be any more mudbloods coming out.” He whispered.

Malfoy only said a word in his heart: “I’m done.” Waiting to go straight to the Dumbledore office to make a small report, this year will be happy to end.

“But,” he said Gloomy, looking at a pillar behind Malfoy: “You seem to bring in a tail, or a dirty mudblood.”