Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The banquet was over soon, and the other students seemed unsatisfied, and Malfoy was going to go back to Slytherin's dormitory to get a good night's sleep. There were too many things that had happened in the past few days, which made him very tired, especially destroying a soul. The day of the device was really thrilling.

But just as he lifted his foot to step out of the restaurant, a tall shadow stood in front of him.

Mr. Draco, in view of some of your behavior outside of school, Professor Dumbledore wants to talk to you alone. Looking up, it was Snape's sallow face, but it was different from the difficult tone of Gryffindor. Malfoy even felt a touch of kindness.

The principal's office is on the eighth floor, you can go by yourself later. Snape looked in a hurry, as if he had something to do.

By the way. Snape had turned away, as if he had suddenly thought of something, turned his head and said, The password is Butterbeer, don't forget. Then he strode out of the restaurant, walking in an unknown direction.

What's supposed to come always comes. Malfoy felt a little helpless.

Are you all right? Pan Xi tapped him on the shoulder, apparently she also heard the conversation just now.

Silly girl, what can I do. Malfoy stroked Pansy's hair and comforted her. It is estimated that he just asked some random questions. Don't worry, the Ministry of Magic has already been punished.

Okay. Pansy puffed out her cheeks, obviously dissatisfied with the answer, and intuitively told her that things were not that simple.

Go to bed, girls really need sleep. Malfoy used his trump card.

Yes! Pansy suddenly patted his cheek. I was crazy until I slept late on Christmas Eve, and I have to make up for it earlier today. Said he hurriedly ran towards Slytherin's women's bedroom, and he didn't forget to turn around and say, If you are criticized, I'll comfort you tomorrow, so don't worry.

Why do I feel like she wants me to be criticized. Malfoy rubbed his chin and thought.

Then Malfoy stepped up the stairs and walked to the eighth floor. The corridor was empty, and there was only a stone monster standing beside 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 in half, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it. Malfoy stepped up, and as the staircase spun round and round, it rose higher and higher, and finally came to the place. Dumbledore's office door with a brass knocker.

Wacky taste. Malfoy muttered, looking at the brass door knocker in the shape of a Gryphon.

Dong dong dong. Malfoy gently knocked on the door three times.

Come in. 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 stylish. The magic was that the room was still round. The walls were covered with portraits of old school principals and school principals, all in their own frames. Snoring softly. There was also a huge table in the room, with claw-shaped feet and a long, slender-legged table with many delicate silverware, which swirled and spewed small puffs of smoke, on the shelf behind the door. Perched on his pet - Phoenix Fox.

Sit down, child, and relax. Dumbledore said kindly.

Headmaster, I'm sorry for what happened. Malfoy did not sit down, but bowed to Dumbledore first.

Oh, I believe it's just a misunderstanding. Dumbledore waved his hand, the blue eyes behind his glasses kept flashing, not knowing what he was thinking.

I called you here today, just to communicate with you. I seem to pay too much attention to Harry, and I almost forgot to care about the best students in our first year. Dumbledore said as he put his ten fingertips on Together,

This is his habit.

Professor has won the award. Malfoy said modestly, but he felt a chill in his heart: Old Glass, why don't you care less about me? Your Harry is about to steal the Philosopher's Stone. will manifest.

Um... Dumbledore fell into deep thought, as if thinking about something.

Dumbledore suddenly stood up and came to the corner, and as Dumbledore moved, Malfoy's eyes also shifted.

I think you'll find it interesting. Facing the corner, Dumbledore whispered a spell, and the black cloth hanging on an object suddenly flew away, revealing the covering.

This is a very imposing mirror, reaching to the ceiling, in a gorgeous gold frame, supported by two claw-shaped feet. The top is engraved with a line of words: Erisstra ahruait Ubi Kafruait en Voges.

The Mirror of Erised. Malfoy quickly concluded.

Approach it and tell me what you see. Dumbledore's voice was still gentle.

Okay, Professor. Malfoy could only respond.

This is a mirror that can make people see their most urgent and strongest desires in their hearts. Harry sees his family in it, and Ron sees himself as the president of the student body, holding the college in his hand. Cup and Quidditch Cup. The short distance seemed to be very long, Malfoy walked slowly, he thought wildly: Voldemort probably saw the omniscient and almighty God in the mirror, so what is my desire?

No matter how long the road is, it will always end, not to mention it is too close here.

Malfoy stood still in front of the mirror, closing his eyes first, then slowly opening them.

Haha. Seeing the scene in the mirror, Malfoy couldn't help but laughed a few times in embarrassment.

Son, what did you see? Dumbledore's voice drifted slowly, it seemed to be magical, making people unconsciously want to say something, Malfoy couldn't help but turn his head to look, his eyes were fixed on Malfoy Fu, the eyes are sharp and bright, very penetrating.

I see... Malfoy's answer seemed to be about to blurt out, but his eyes suddenly began to struggle, and after a short while, his eyes became clear.

Legilimus? Just as Malfoy was about to blurt out the answer, he regained his sanity and clenched his fists, anger burning in his chest.

My mind is not to be probed by anyone, he thought. If you want to see it, then see it. Malfoy held his breath, closed his brain decisively, and visualized an image that seemed both real and illusory.

Cough cough. Dumbledore coughed violently suddenly, his silver-white beard trembled involuntarily, and the pupils under the blue eyes shrank sharply, obviously shocked by the image.

Professor, I think it's not a good practice to use Legilimency on 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 angrily.

He can understand Dumbledore. The current wizarding world can never tolerate the rise of a new Voldemort. This will be a devastating blow to the entire wizarding society. Dumbledore can understand that in order to kill the signs in the cradle, but understanding is a It's one thing, tolerance is another thing, not to mention that this is related to his biggest secret, he can't open his memory to him, he can only choose to fight.

You are very similar to a person. Dumbledore said faintly. Even better than him. After speaking, Dumbledore seemed to be exhausted and sat on the chair, as if he had aged a few years out of thin air.

I'm different from him, I have love in my heart. Malfoy left these words lightly, and was about to turn around and leave. Today's exchange was not a good experience for both of them.

What happened to that scene? Dumbledore asked suddenly.

You can understand it as a dream of mine.

He wouldn't do it.

Who knows? Maybe what he hates the most is not the Dark Lord, but you! Leaving the last sentence, Malfoy slammed the door shut with a loud noise, as if the entire floor shook. Even Fox on the shelf seemed to sense the unusual vibe and began to sing.

The song of the phoenix is ​​magical: it empowers the pure-hearted and releases fear for the dirty-hearted.

After a while of singing, Dumbledore's mood calmed down, but his expression was still complicated. He quietly looked at his collection of silverware, not knowing what he was thinking, but a faint wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth from time to time.

I hope so, he whispered.

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There was still a commotion in the Gryffindor lounge, and the students at school and returning home were each telling their own Christmas experiences.

Hermione, you didn't know that you weren't at school. Harry and I saw a magical mirror. The mirror was amazing. Ron said excitedly at the table.

Yes. Harry nodded. I still see my parents in that mirror.

I saw that I became the president of the student council, and I took the House Cup and Quidditch Cup! As if to show off, Ron recounted what he saw.

Ron, that's just an illusion, said Hermione.

I know, but it still looks great, doesn't it? Ron continued to chatter.

You can't live in dreams, don't rely on dreams and forget about life, can you? said Hermione.

Dumbledore also said that, and I think so too, it's an illusion after all. Harry nodded again, and continued: We should face reality, but Ron, my dream may never come true, There may be hope for your dreams to work hard. Harry then encouraged Ron.

Let him learn to finish his homework seriously first. Hermione seemed to be in a bad mood, got up and left, apparently going back to the dormitory.

Can't she say something nice? Ron patted the table, clearly upset.

Actually I think she's right, Harry whispered.

Harry, even you said that. Ron covered his forehead in pain. Okay, I know, I'll try.

Hermione was about to step out of Gryffindor's lounge and return to the women's bedroom, but was stopped by a weak voice.

Hermione!

Neville? What's the matter with you? Hermione turned to find Neville calling her.

I heard what you said just now, and I think you're right. Neville said slowly.

What did I say? Hermione wondered.

It was in the dining room just now, I know you mean Malfoy. Neville lowered his voice. I also believe he wouldn't do that.

How did you know? Do you believe him that much? Hermione asked, her expression changed.

He helped me.

You are pure blood.

But I'm not even a pureblood that's much stronger than an ordinary Muggle. Neville continued, He helped me find a toad and a crystal ball. I'm sure he's definitely not that kind of person. He paused. Hermione, don't you think so? Malfoy is a good guy.

I'll explain it to Harry and the others when I get a chance, I trust him, Neville said slowly but firmly, raising his fists and walking out the door.

A nice guy? Hermione murmured. Am I even worse than Neville? Hermione's heart was mixed. She admired Neville's courage and regretted her cowardice.

Back in the bedroom, Hermione, who was sitting at the table, was playing with the piece of paper under the dim orange light, staring blankly at the few lines of writing on the piece of paper, wondering what she was thinking.

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

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