Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

“No matter what the truth, I can’t let them down.” The joints of her fingers have been whitish by myself.

Hermione walked slowly to Malfoy’s seat and tried to sit down as usual.

“Well?” Malfoy glanced at her as she noticed the movement around her, and then she didn’t look away.

Hermione’s heart is immediately tight. “Is there something wrong?” Hermione felt as if she was taut all over her body.

“Well, the head is awesome. The robes don’t look like ink.” Malfoy was looking at her robes. “Right, that Potter didn’t come back with you?” he continued.

“He is still being taught by Professor.” Hermione relaxed, and then replied that just a Snape almost blurted out, and the heart that let her down was almost hanged again, but it was changed back.

“Our head is really “love” to Potter.” Malfoy like a smile yet not a smile, he remembered the yy of the rotten women in the past, can not help but a goose bump.

It is said that he is also a disaster-affected person in the bl world.

“How, I think you are definitely not in the mood to eat, or do we go back to the common room?” Malfoy asked Hermione after teasing himself.

“Okay.” Hermione tried to let herself talk as little as possible, and that was exactly what she wanted.

Malfoy only felt that his brain had to be blown up, so he decided to relax. “Tune. Teach” Pansy should be a good way to relax. He feels it is necessary to test his teaching achievements today.

The absence of the two people did not cause any concern, and most of the students’ attention remained on the food in front of them.

They turned to each and everyone passage and finally came to an empty, wet stone wall, where they could get to Slytherin’s common room.

“purebred,” Malfoy said.

A stone door hidden in the stone wall is slowly open. Malfoy strode in and Hermione followed closely from behind.

This is the first time Hermione has come to Slytherin’s common room, and perhaps the last time, this is a long, low basement with walls and ceilings made of rough stone, round, green light Knocked by the chain and hung from the ceiling. In front of a beautifully carved fireplace in front of them, burning a pile of fire, perhaps it is too early, most of the students are still eating in the auditorium, now they are two, one person No, the flames in the fire reflect the silhouette of Hermione and Malfoy.

“Old rules.” Malfoy approached Hermione and said to her.

“What is he going to do?” Hermione felt like she was blushing like a cooked crab. She only remembered that it seemed that Malfoy and Pansy had always been intimate, and she thought it was inexplicable.

“Well, the face is so red, is it a fever?” Malfoy reached for Hermione’s forehead. “No, the temperature is normal.” He looked at Hermione and said, “I don’t want to eat this one. It’s useless to pretend to be sick. This kind of thing can’t be sloppy.” To her.

“What the hell is he going to do, but he still has to be strong?” Hermione only felt that her heart was about to explode. The teenage young girl young girl was ignorant of that, and it was normal to think about it.

“Okay.” It seemed to have thought of something. Malfoy loosened his hand. “I forgot that you didn’t bring the wand.” Malfoy touched his chin, swept his gaze to the other side, and then walked over. Starting an ordinary wand, it is estimated that one of Crabbe and Goyle is here.

“It will be used.” Malfoy threw it over and threw it to Hermione. “Don’t be in a hurry.” Malfoy saw Hermione standing there after he caught the wand, and he didn’t fight. “What are you waiting for?” he asked.

“Expelliarmus!” A red light suddenly burst into Malfoy tip and shot at Hermione.

“Protego!” Hermione thought she was discovered, and her heart was like a tangled mess, but she also subconsciously used Shield Charm.

The spell was bounced off and rushed to the flame in the fireplace, disappearing into the invisible.

“Not bad.” Malfoy had some wrinkled brows stretched out before, and the tone was very happy. “The progress is not small,” he said.

Hermione put out a long breath, now she guessed the reason for his performance, and he was even more enthusiastic about the shameful thoughts he had just made.

“Isn’t this a good opportunity to get into the topic?” Hermione flashed in a complaining tone: “But it’s no use for Basilisk.” Her heart is like a hammered skin. Drums, I am afraid to hear a sentence: “Nothing, that is what I control.”

Malfoy looked at Hermione with a strange look. “You really care about Basilisk? You didn’t always say that I have Dumbledore to protect you, are you not worried?”

Hearing this Hermione regretted for a while, feeling that she had ventured again, and began to get nervous again, fearing that she would be seen.

However, Malfoy just said this, he added: “It is true that it would be useless to meet Basilisk.” He seems to think of a headache, said a deep breath: “Basilisk’s skin is likely to be with the dragon. The skin has the characteristics of Protego/Armor, which can reflect the spells that hit it. Only its eyes and mouth are the only weak links.” He shook his head. “Although reluctantly, the wizard faced him.” Maybe there is only physical damage to get it, and a slightly weaker spell may be bounced.”

“But don’t worry, Basilisk will only target those wizards that are not pure blood, you are safe.”

Hermione’s mood was both happy and somewhat lost. It was a pleasure to see this answer. Malfoy was not the one who controlled Basilisk. The loss was that he did not find the truth, but she still asked: “Na Luo…what is the Weasley Family? Be petified.”

Malfoy looked at Hermione with a suspicious look: “You are a bit strange today. You don’t always care about this?” But he continued: “He should have other reasons.” Malfoy was unclear and made Hermione suspicious.

“How could he know that there are other reasons,” he said. Hermione is somewhat reluctant to imagine, and she has apparently become suspicious and can only talk about other things.

One question and one answer, but it was safe, but Hermione felt that her doubts were deeper. Malfoy’s answer was suspicious. Hermione felt that she was farther from the truth. She even thought about it: “Is he even closest? People are squatting?”

Suddenly, there were footsteps coming out of the door. It should be that other students came back. Hermione estimated the time. The effect of Polyjuice Potion was almost over. She had to make an excuse to leave. This time the story was not effective. Instead, Hermione is even more upset.

Just as Hermione was looking for an excuse to leave, the change happened.

“What did you say?” Malfoy asked a female student who just came in.

“I said that I heard that Professor Lockhart was near the girl’s bathroom. He said that he seemed to find the clues of Basilisk there.” The female student showed a look of admiration. Now Lockhart is like a savior who benefits the people, giving up the rare holiday of Christmas and taking risks for the safety of the students.

It is certainly unusual for a male teacher to stroll in the girls’ washroom, so he has to find a reasonable excuse.

“The opportunity is coming.” Malfoy was excited. Riddle finally got his shot, and then he held Hermione’s shoulder and said, “I am in a hurry, you should stay here nowhere.”

The brain’s ability to make up is powerful. Before the truth is known, any behavior can make people’s brains fill out the “truth” of thousands of miles. At the moment, Malfoy was in the eyes of Hermione, like Achilles who was found to have a heel, and desperately trying to hold on to her weakness, her heart was smashed.

But she still insisted on calming the point of nodded and said, “Okay.”

Malfoy got up immediately, ran all the way and ran outside, but the excitement on his face in Hermione’s eyes turned into another meaning.

“No, I want to stop him,” Hermione said to herself. “Professor Lockhart is also there.”

After a while, when Malfoy walked away, she hurriedly left Slytherin’s common room. She didn’t even have time to change her clothes back. She was afraid that she would have another victim later, she didn’t even think about going. Report other teachers, because Lockhart is there, she believes him.

Perhaps she also brought a little selfishness, hoping that if someone can get lost, only one or two people know his repentance, so he will not be fired.

Hermione walked through the dark corridors, and the walls of the corridors flashed the words that Basilisk came out of when she came out to harm the students. Her heart was so burning that she went to the door of Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, and suddenly she listened. It was Malfoy’s voice that was a familiar and unfamiliar syllable.

Intuition tells her that she should write this down. As she remembers, she recalls that these syllables seem to be the weird statements Harry had said on the stage, which made her more confused: “Harry is also related to this. “?” She shook her head, believing it was just a coincidence, and now Harry should be being talked about by Snape.

After a short time, the sound stopped, and she rushed into the washroom and found that Moaning Myrtle was sitting on the water tank of the innermost toilet, shiver coldly.

Hermione thought that ghosts should not be afraid of this emotion.

“The third!” Myrtle’s voice sounded weak. “You are the third person to come here today.” Her voice is reminiscent of fear, and she seems to recall a very bad memory.

“Now they are people?” Hermione couldn’t help but ask, she needs to hurry up. If it is usual, she might choose to praise the two words of Myrtle and then put it out.

Myrtle pointed to the pool in front of her. Hermione hurried to the pool and looked normal. She checked it inside and out, up and down, and did not let the water pipe below.

“This faucet never comes out of water.” I don’t know why, Myrtle’s tone suddenly became happy.

“What about the two people just now?”

Myrtle’s face was full of fear, and whispered: “They both said something to the faucet that I couldn’t understand… the result…” Myrtle seemed to think of something, screamed and rose into the air. Turned around, headed down into the toilet, splashed the water on Hermione, and then disappeared.

Hermione had no choice but to know that she could no longer ask other valuable clues from Myrtle, so she closed her eyes and began to try to imitate the sound she had just heard.

This kind of sound is very strange, just like the sound of a snake si si.

Suddenly, the faucet made a dazzling white light and began to spin quickly. Then the pool moved. They watched the pool slowly disappear from the line of sight, revealing a very large water pipe that could allow a person to get in.

Is Gryffindor afraid of facing danger? of course! No one will not be afraid of danger, but will they withdraw from it? This answer is also very obvious.

Hermione got into the pipeline without hesitation.