Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy manor, a secretive basement, an eleven-year-old boy is guarding a cauldron, he is holding his breath, not afraid to relax. The four-corner table is filled with unknown materials, as well as various utensils. The potion in the cauldron is bubbling in the gulu gu lu, exuding a fascinating scent.

Suddenly, the boiling of the bubble stopped, the potion was transformed from a touch of golden into a thorough golden yellow, and Malfoy knew that he had done it.

He is tempting Fuling, which is his first success after many failures.

Hogsmeade’s basement conditions are too rudimentary, and Flemings are considered to be the most demanding potion in the environment. Sometimes a dust can be enough to make a fortune in the dusty basement. The problem will be magnified without limit; and Malfoy near Hogwarts can’t be fully involved, he may be distracted, wondering if someone will go to bed, in short, can’t concentrate; even the medicinal properties of some materials are not Very much, after all, Hogwarts is a sushi school, not a herbal shop. Sometimes, for the safety of students, it is necessary to find some weak herbs. This part of the objective reason has finally led to his previous failure.

But now it’s different. Malfoy has a professional laboratory when Lucius studies dark magic, and rare materials that are expensive to buy, perhaps with some experience from previous failures.

And add a more important point.

Malfoy looked at the most conspicuous bottle on the table. The liquid in the bottle had already been used for most of the time. His face could not help but reveal a trace of painful expression. This was the dragon blood he had last extorted.

The dragon, as a variety of legendary creatures, is a symbol of strength. The more exaggerated legends even have the idea of ​​being able to live without the death of dragon blood, but it seems that the dragon of this World is not so terrible, otherwise Voldemort does not have to get Horcrux. It’s good to take a shower and kill the dragon.

But although the dragon on World is not as powerful as people think, its blood still plays a pivotal role in alchemy or potion. In addition to Dumbledore’s “Twelve Uses of Dragon’s Blood”, there are even more so-called books that write: “Dragon blood can increase the success rate of tanning futurant and speed up the finished product time, which contains the power of vitality and Magic can make a big difference to potion’s control.”

“This is a life-saving thing.” While thinking, while Malfoy slowly poured the blessings done in the cauldron into a small bottle, did not let it drop a drop, and then sealed it perfectly with a stopper. Put it in your pocket.

“Luck is also a part of strength.” Although this sentence is somewhat biased, there are some truths. “The time comes to heaven and earth, and the heroes are not free.” There are always some people, one class of people fell in destiny. Under their maliciousness.

Fuling agent is not a panacea. When ordinary people face Voldemort, they can drink a hundred bottles and it is impossible to escape. But then, if Dumbledore and Voldemort are in duel during the heyday, Dumbledore comes to a sip. It’s hard to say that Dumbledore, who was able to press Voldemort, has a lucky bonus. Maybe it’s a real surprise.

“So I still have to look at my basic attributes.” Malfoy kept a calm enough judgment on the bottle, and the stronger himself, the better the effect of the Fleming Agent.

As for side effects? That is the problem that people who want to drink this water need to consider. Malfoy has only used this as a necessary means, and naturally will not abuse it.

“The holiday is over halfway.” Malfoy estimated the time and reached this conclusion. He has never been out of the house during this holiday. He has been staying at home. In addition to the problem of Fuling, he is still keeping his progress in learning new knowledge. It is worth mentioning that the quality of dragon blood seems to be good and it is extremely long. The time, this is beyond his expectations.

“It’s time to contact Pansy. After all, the holiday task is completed ahead of schedule.” He thought of putting all the messy utensils out of the basement and preparing to go back to the room to write a letter to Pansy, only to find out. There was already a letter on the table in his room. He opened the envelope and read it. Some didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

Pansy wrote in her letter that she had followed her parents to travel to France. The following is a few words from the letter.

“A few days a letter is not sent to me, so I decided to abandon you. I want to be sure that the scenery in France is very good. Maybe there are many beautiful girls, but you can’t see them. Of course, in order to pity you. I should bring you one or two gifts back, and you will be grateful to me.” She still drew a ghost face symbol, and Malfoy could imagine how Pansy wrote this letter.

“So I am a lonely man now?” Malfoy silently laughed at himself. Except for teachers and students, not all people can have summer vacations. Narcissa and Lucius have their own jobs, except for the servants in the manor. Beyond steward, in a sense he is indeed a loner.

“Then the plan can be advanced a bit, always try to know.” Malfoy pulled a yellowed paper from under the table, the words on it were densely packed, and some of the distortions were illegible, and the author deliberately did it. He then made a check and a circle behind the two lines of writing, which represented one of the completed and next plans to be completed.

“The evil capitalists should feel the life of the proletariat and it is necessary to accept the education of the poor and the middle peasants.” Malfoy began to ridicule himself, and then he read a book in his bedroom and looked up at the window. It was found that the sky was gradually darkening. The sunset in the west gave a faint golden to the scenery outside the window. Even he saw a few large owls fluttering their wings to the main house and issued “gu”. The voice of gu”.

The dinner time is up, and the family enjoys an ordinary dinner at the table.

“Baby, why do you always have some strange thoughts?” Narcissa on the dinning table shook his head, not very understandable what Malfoy had previously said.

“My child, if you want me, I can even arrange for you to go to the Ministry of Magic to see, but Gringotts’s pile of Goblin can’t deal with it.” Lucius also said his suggestion and took a cup of tea and took a sip. It is also difficult to understand the idea of ​​the son.

“I feel that I need to exercise myself. If I go to the Ministry of Magic, it’s all Father’s acquaintance. What is the significance of my exercise?” Malfoy began to scream, and in the end, how come it makes sense.

Lucius’s pale face brows tightly, still saying: “Well, but I am not familiar with those Goblin. I will take you to Diagon Alley tomorrow. If you can’t, go home, or go to the Ministry with me.” Of Magic, look at it.”

“Our family’s baby is too good.” It seems that he was touched by his son’s words. Narcissa took out a handkerchief and gently rubbed the wet eyes.

Subsequent dinner Lucius explained to Malfoy some notes about dealing with Goblin. Several Goblin rebellions in history show that the relationship between wizard and Goblin is not very good.

Early the next morning, Malfoy and his son arrived at Diagon Alley through the Floo Network.

Slowly walking on the long street paved by cobblestones, Malfoy felt the long-lost shackles and popularity, and some of the wizard screamed at the customers, although the things on their booths were fake at first glance, for example, you can hardly imagine you. I can buy a Phoenix egg here, and even the egg has broken a mouth. Some wizard kept bargaining for a few copper Knuts, reddening the face, and even raised the wand.

When passing the Slag & Giggs pharmacy, the father and son both caught their noses, not just in the pharmacy, but also smelled rotten vegetables and rotten eggs in front of the door. Mix the scent.

Some shops are cold and clear, and there are only a few old brooms on the outside, which are covered with dust. This is the Ritz Bookstore. There are only a few customers in the bookstore flipping the books on the table, even the store manager. And the clerk is also a little absent-minded, of course, in a few days they will be too busy, perhaps because the school is approaching, of course, more likely because of a peacock man’s signing.

After some time, a towering white building appeared in front of the two.

“Child, although you are here to exercise, but our Malfoy Family people can not do the kind of low-strength work, if you are doing what to do in the warehouse, I think we can go back now.” Lucius in front of the gate Said so.

“Of course, my father. Also, even if I want to guard the warehouse, Goblin should not let it. Isn’t you thinking that I have played a dragon?” Malfoy answered his question.

“I think so too.” Lucius nodded, and a pale smile on his pale face.

The two then embarked on the bank’s marble steps and walked toward a bright Winky/glittering bronze gate, standing at the entrance of the Goblin guard wearing a scarlet red gold-plated uniform, bowing to them as they entered.

They crossed the second door again, the door was silver, I don’t know if it was silver plated or its own material, and the words were engraved on it:

Enter, stranger , but take heed ,

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn ,

Must pay most dearly in their turn ,

So if you seek beneath our floors ,

A treasure that was never yours ,

Thief, you have been warned

Beware of finding more than treasure there.

Passing through the gate with warnings, the father and son came to a spacious marble hall. About a hundred Goblin sat behind the long counter and booked on the big ledger. Some used the balance to refer to coins, and some used eyepieces. Check the gems.

A Goblin came to the father and son. He had a bright head, long nose and pointed ears. He said in a sharp voice: “Lucius, really long time no see, the idea of ​​your little guy is really Peculiar, actually thought of coming to this job.”

“This doesn’t require you to worry about it.” Lucius’s voice was low.

“So what can you do for us? Gringotts can’t accept useless people, although I have a good relationship with your father.” Goblin stared at Malfoy and added: “Forgot to introduce myself, my name is Griphook, you I can call me Mr. Griphook.” He said that he also sorted out his collar, which seemed to make him more elegant.

Malfoy had two poems at the time, oh no, it was a nine-ninth multiplication table.

“It just proves that your computing power is good, but our employees can still do more with their time.” Griphook tried to make himself look shocked and forced to pick it up.

Malfoy went to a billing Goblin and glanced at the book: “On the fifth element of this page, the last data seems to be a decimal point, Mr. Goblin.” The Goblin helped. Own glasses, rush to see where Malfoy said, then add a little with a quill, while writing and glanced around, to avoid people around to see.

For a former financial major, Wizarding World’s simple accounting method is really flawed in his eyes.

“Lucius, your son is really good, isn’t the wizard a group of people who lack logic? It seems that your son is an exception.” Griphook praised and apparently recognized Malfoy’s ability.

“Of course.” Lucius’s tone was full of pride.

“Next, let me express my welcome to our new staff, Mr. Draco, you should have a full holiday here.” Griphook held out his hand and Malfoy had to bend down to get a hand with him.

The working life of someone started like this.