Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The next morning, Malfoy set foot on the train back to school.

There is something on World that is faster than anyone imagines, and that is rumor.

Malfoy sat in his seat, not even listening to his ears, and he had such words into his ears:

“Is it heard? Draco’s wand was confiscated by the Ministry of Magic.”

“why?”

“I heard that he used the curse to torture the muggle and was discovered.”

“No, I usually look at him as a gentleman, and he looks handsome.” Some girls said this.

“Do not believe that you are going to see his wand is still not there.”

The result is that some girls pretend to have no intention of passing through his seat, and then flustered and ran away, apparently believing most of them.

Malfoy is happy, but the image of Slytherin has always been the case.

“Is there anyone here?” A gentle female voice came. “I don’t mind if I sit here.” A girl sat in the seat next to Malfoy.

“I haven’t agreed yet.” Malfoy has some didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. “And, I only tortured a muggle a few days ago, Cho Chang student, are you not afraid?”

Cho Chang shook his head and stared at him and said, “I still believe in my own judgment.” Then she asked: “Can you tell me what is going on?”

“No comment.” Just kidding, this kind of thing let Voldemort know that it was simply not good. In the last world timeline, she had a leaky record. As for casual lie, Malfoy has no interest.

Cho Chang was disappointed, but insisted: “I still believe in you anyway.”

“Thank you.” Malfoy politely returned her, nodded, and then began to flip the latest issue of The Quibbler.

The journey seemed to be short, but when Malfoy returned to Hogwarts, the setting sun gave the last glory, it was already dinner time.

Walking on campus, people come and go. Some students are afraid of avoiding him. The students who are coming forward do not dare to look at his eyes. They are afraid of being remembered by him. The students behind the road will always look for opportunities to go around.

Of course, there are also a small number of students dressed in green robe who follow him far away. Obviously, Malfoy in the rumor is very good for their liking. The performance of the previous house shows that he is very strong. The snake house is attached to the strong, this is the tradition. .

“It’s over, put yourself in.” Malfoy lamented in his heart. “This time Dumbledore is estimated to call me to the office to educate me.” Now Malfoy is a replica of Voldemort’s childhood. Follow-up, talent, and some of the tendency to be misunderstood enough to keep Dumbledore alert.

“Let’s take a step and look at it.” Malfoy comforted himself and walked slowly toward the dinning hall.

The banquet seems to have just begun, and the plates in front of many people are still full. Hogwarts always has that many reasons to hold a banquet, and Christmas is also a reason.

As soon as he found his seat and sat down, Pansy’s face came together. She asked with concern: “Are you okay?”

“What can I do?” Malfoy smiled and waved his hand to show that he was fine.

Seeing the nature of his laugh, not like a smile, Pansy put his heart down, leaned forward and returned to the chair, whispered: “I know you are fine, some stories that you originally told me can not emphasize any race. Equality and the like.” She paused and went on to say: “But I still hate muggle.”

Malfoy indifferent expression, the change of concept is not a day or two.

“I am very dissatisfied with the Christmas gift you gave!” Pansy knocked on the table and seemed to want to attract his attention. “Isn’t pen and ink you shouldn’t give it to the mud…” Seems to think of something, she still forcibly stopped the words, “Give the muggle witch?”

Didn’t wait for Malfoy to answer. Pansy went on to say: “But I still like the color of the ink.”

“And you have a conscience.” Pansy glanced quickly at his hand and whispered.

Malfoy raised his hand and looked at the pair of colors, and there were some gloves that came out of the line.

“Put it down.” Seeing him raise his hand and look at it, Pansy said with a small red face.

“You dare to weave, I dare to wear it, are you afraid of others?” Malfoy smiled. He felt that Pansy’s appearance was so cute now that people couldn’t help but tease.

“You laugh again! Give it back to me.” After Pansy was ready to get up, he really wanted to grab the gloves back.

“Isn’t someone still confident when they write a letter?” Malfoy picked an eyebrow.

“Don’t mention it.” Pansy’s head suddenly pulled down, and the tone could not be said to be low. “I took a photo with a camera as a commemoration. I saw it by my mother. She actually woke a joke me.”

Then she began to say seriously: “You really give it back to me, I will change it again, it will definitely look better.” Malfoy clearly saw Pansy’s eyes lit up, apparently stronger than mother. .

“When the gift sent out is recovered, I will save it until the day I die.” Malfoy looked at the glove with a cherished look, and couldn’t tell the deep feelings in his eyes.

“Disgusting!” Pansy’s face was redder, and flushed red even spread to the roots of the ears.

“Okay, don’t tease you.” Malfoy corrected his expression and said, “I am very grateful to Pansy Miss for knitting this pair of gloves for me. I am very honored, but given the particularity of this first gift. I decided not to return it.”

“When did you become so slippery! Return the previous goose to me.” Pansy said with some hatred.

“Growth is irreversible, Miss.” Malfoy smiled.

The glove was still worn on Malfoy’s hand and was not taken down. Malfoy was not ensigned by Pansy.

“Harry, have you heard that?” Gryffindor’s dinning table was also in a frenzy, and Ron reached into the middle of the dinning table and took a piece of pizza, speaking to Harry.

“What have you heard?” Harry asked without lifting his head, he was destroying a chicken leg.

“The house is all over, you don’t know?” Ron glanced over Slytherin’s dinning table and whispered to Harry: “Draco was caught by the Ministry of Magic, and he is said to use magic on the muggle. Tormenting, I think if it is his father, maybe he is already in Azkaban now.”

Ron has some taking pleasure in other people’s misfortune.

“But even then, his wand was confiscated,” Ron continued.

“That’s so lucky.” Harry couldn’t help but touch his chest. He felt that his heart was beating vigorously. “It’s hard to imagine. I actually asked to ask him who Nicholas Flamel is, Ron, you really helped.”

“Of course.” Ron raised his head and couldn’t help but be proud.

“It’s not like this.” Hermione suddenly shot the table loudly said, and the students of Gryffindor looked at them, and even some Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students turned their eyes.

“What is not like this?” Ron asked her. Obviously they didn’t think Hermione would talk to the Slytherin. He thought that maybe Hermione was just thinking about a problem.

“Nothing,” Hermione said weakly. The sentence was her impulse. When she finished, she seemed to sigh with a sigh of relief. She didn’t have the courage to admit that she was helping him. She was afraid that others would use a different vision. Look at her.

“Hermione, we were still worried about you before, but we didn’t find a chance.” Harry interjected. “Christmas, your state seems to be very bad.” Harry paused, then said: “But now it seems that you seem much better.”

“Yeah.” Ron ordered nodded.

Hermione wouldn’t tell them that she was happy because she received the note, even though there was only a few words and a spells on the piece of paper.