Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

On weekends, the night at Hogwarts was quiet. A full moon hung in the sky, emitting a soft light, and sprinkled on the campus. Occasionally, a few owls flew by, and a few night cats chirped. Tranquil and peaceful scene.

But in a basement in the village of Hogsmeade not far away, an explosion was brewing.

Damn it. Malfoy muttered.

The soft golden-yellow liquid in the crucible just started to tumble, and the bubbles churned, first turning a weird pink, then turning bright red, and finally turning black, and the reaction became more and more violent, like a turbulent wave. , tumbling endlessly, more and more bubbles began to break away from the liquid, making a pop, pop sound.

Two months' worth of work is ruined. Malfoy couldn't help sighing while looking at the black liquid. It was obvious that when he was one third of his struggle, he failed.

Which link went wrong. He began to sit on the ground and ponder, frowning. He actually forgot the pot of failed potion that was still boiling.

Thorn, thorn. The strange sound pulled him back to reality from his thoughts.

Armor! Malfoy used this spell subconsciously, and his intuition told him that if he didn't use it, he might become the first transmigrator to die in the experiment.

As soon as the voice fell, there was a loud bang, and a violent explosion occurred in the basement. The huge impact and the frantic airflow brought him to the corner, and the dust was flying all over the sky.

Cough cough. Malfoy slowly got up from the ground, coughed twice, looking at the messy basement, and the potions flowing everywhere, and couldn't help showing an ugly smile.

The chemicals should be recycled after the experiment. This sentence appeared inexplicably in his head. I'm really going back as I live. Malfoy rubbed his forehead in pain. He didn't know if it was because of his own negligence, or if the explosion just hurt his head.

There is no other way, I can only pay attention to it. Then his eyes suddenly sharpened again, like an eagle that has found its prey and is ready to pounce.

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The Easter break is much more boring than the Christmas break, students have a lot of homework to do, and the final exams are coming up and they have to revise.

But Gryffindor's iron triangle doesn't seem to be quietly studying in the library, or rather not now, they are attracted by a dragon.

They were reading a book not long ago, and Hermione made her review plan, colored all her notes, and wrote a few words of encouragement on the title page, like be sure to outshine someone else. kind. Harry was looking for white fresh in A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, and Ron tossed the quill. He looked out of the library window eagerly. The sky outside the window was clear, blue as the color of forget-me-nots, and there was a smell of summer coming in the air.

Under normal circumstances, it should be serious and serious, lazy and lazy, and then spend a peaceful day like this, but today is obviously an abnormal situation.

Hagrid. How did you get here! Ron said loudly in the library, only to see Hagrid walking over, leaving something behind him. Of course such hiding was of no use, and they soon learned that Hagrid was gathering some information about the dragon.

Then they followed Hagrid to the lodge door of the hunting ground,

Instead of expressing curiosity quickly, they asked some more questions about the Philosopher's Stone.

As an IQ crushing player, Hermione basically finished Hagrid's words after many exchanges. They learned that Snape was also one of the professors protecting the Philosopher's Stone, as well as the three-headed dog. Of course, they were more suspicious of him, and the three of them thought it would be easier for Snape to be on his guard when the precautions were over.

Their focus now is on dragons.

Hagrid, can you open the window? I'm hot.

No, Harry, sorry, said Hagrid. Harry noticed him glancing at the fireplace. Harry turned to look at the fire.

Hagrid - what was that? Harry asked.

In fact, he already knew. In the middle of the fire, under the kettle, lay a large black egg.

Oh, Haiji said, twitching his beard nervously, that's--oh

Where did you get it, Hagrid? said Ron, crouching down by the fire and examining the large egg more closely. It must have cost you a fortune!

Won it, said Hagrid. Last night I was drinking in the village and playing poker with a stranger. Honestly, that guy probably just wanted to get rid of it.

But what are you going to do when it hatches? Hermione asked.

Oh, I've been reading, said Hagrid, pulling a large tome from under his pillow, borrowed from the library—Raising Dragons for Amusement and Profit—of course , a bit outdated, but very informative. Put the eggs in the fire because their mother breathes on them. You see, it says here, after it hatches, feed it a bucket every half hour Brandy with chicken blood. Look here - how to tell the difference between eggs - I got a Norwegian Ridgeback. Rare.

Intuition told Hermione that this was illegal. He wanted to persuade Hagrid, but when he saw Ron, Harry and Hagrid were all excited, she didn't know how to say it. She had absorbed some of the floating spell last time. Lesson - learn to be tolerant with friends. Thinking of friends, she thought of someone. Am I a friend to him? she asked herself.

Hermione? Hermione? Ron said, Don't be in a daze, come and see the dragon egg, I guarantee you have never seen such a big egg.

Okay. Hermione forced herself to look at something she wasn't interested in, but oddly enough, the thought of a new life might be born out of it made her less disgusted, and she even had some expectations.

The sun was setting on the hut, and they realized it was late.

Hagrid, we have to go, said Harry.

We'll come again. Ron at the door waved to Hagrid.

Me too. Hermione nodded slightly.

Then, at breakfast one day, Hedwig brought Harry another note from Hagrid. There are only four words written on it: coming out of the shell.

Ron didn't want to take the herbal class anymore and wanted to go straight to Hagrid's hut. Hermione firmly disagreed.

Hermione, how many times in our lifetime do we see little dragons come out of their shells?

We're going to class, or we'll get into trouble; if anyone finds out about what Hagrid did, he'll be worse off than us—

Stop talking, Harry warned quietly.

Ron had been arguing with Hermione in herbal medicine class. Finally, Hermione finally agreed to run to Hagrid's cabin with the two of them during the morning recess. When the get out of class was over, the bell rang from the castle, and the three of them threw down the shovels and hurried across the field towards the edge of the forbidden forest. Hagrid greeted them, flushed and excited...

It's coming out. He let them into the hut. The egg lay on the table with a deep crack in it. Something kept moving inside, making a playful clicking sound. They all moved their chairs closer to the table, holding their breaths and watching closely.

Suddenly, with a harsh scratching sound, the egg cracked. Xiaolong was swaying and flapping on the table. It wasn't actually pretty; Harry thought it looked like a crumpled black umbrella. Its thorny wings are particularly large compared to its thin, jet-black body. It also has a large long nose, white nostrils, horns on its head, and orange-red eyes that protrude outwards.

It sneezed and spewed a few sparks from its nose. It's pretty, isn't it? Hagrid murmured. He stretched out a hand and touched Xiaolong's head. Xiaolong bit his finger in one bite, revealing his long pointed teeth.

My God, you see, it knows its mother! said Hagrid. Hagrid, said Hermione, how fast did the Norwegian Ridgeback grow? Hagrid was about to answer when his face suddenly turned pale.

There is someone outside the window. He said, and then jumped up, the huge body jumped up and seemed to block the light, and it was pitch black under him.

It's you! After opening the door, Ron and Harry's expressions changed, Hermione pursed her lips, not knowing what she was thinking.

You eavesdropped on us outside! Ron raised his wand directly. Normally, he would not have the courage to treat Malfoy, the strongest in his class, but now it is different, because the opponent has no wand.

A wizard without a wand might be worse than a Muggle, that's what many wizards think.

Don't come here! Ron snapped, but Malfoy stepped into the room anyway.

A green light shot out from Ron's wand, and he shouted, I won't let you get away with it!

No! Hermione yelled eagerly. But neither Hagrid nor Harry paid attention to her cries, they were both stunned by the situation.

I hate people pointing their wands at me, Malfoy said flatly.

Armor protection!

The green light seemed to hit an invisible wall and stopped sharply, giving people a weird feeling of using the wrong force. Then, the light bounced back at a faster speed than when it came.

Ron, how are you? The green light hit Ron, and he could not help but fall back a few steps and fell to the ground. Harry and Hermione quickly lifted him up and asked with concern.

Harry raised his head and looked at Malfoy angrily.

Don't look at me like that. Malfoy shrugged. I'm just in self-defense. If I don't fight back, I'm the one who looks ugly now.

After speaking, Ron hiccupped, and a few slugs fell from his mouth to his thighs.

He continued, Only a dark wizard would point a wand at a man without a wand, just as a regular army wouldn't point a butcher's knife at civilians, they would only fight their true opponents. Malfoy paused, then continued. Said: But it seems that I am a more powerful civilian.

It was obvious that this sentence was just made up by him right away, although it sounded somewhat plausible.

You eavesdropped on us first! Harry said loudly, but his confidence was a little underwhelming and he was a little shaken.

A law-abiding citizen is obliged to report illegal acts. Let me think about, um, what's written in the Fantastic Beasts Protection Act. He buried his head in a thoughtful look, and suddenly snapped his fingers. Self-taming dragons will be sentenced to five to ten years. Besides, our custodian seems to have some previous convictions, and it is estimated that the sentence will be increased. Malfoy said in an understatement.

Hagrid's beard twitched abnormally a few times, and he's been in this position since just now.

As for the accomplice. He touched his chin and said, Go to jail?

He turned pale when he saw the three people, and Ron spit out a few more slugs.

That's not true, but it's likely to be expelled. It is estimated that our academy will be happy to see Gryffindor's scores drop. He began to make up random things, but it was reasonable enough that it was more than enough to deceive a few people.

Just kidding, could Dumbledore allow this to happen?

But now Harry was obviously petrified. In his eyes, it was worse to be fired than to let him die. Gryffindor's glory was damaged because of him, and it was better to go to prison.

So, are you going to report us? Hermione tried her best to calm down. She was the only one present who could remain calm now, but it was only on the surface, her delicate fingers were clenched tightly. , the whitish knuckles had already betrayed her.

He's not that kind of person, he's not that kind of person. Hermione said to herself repeatedly, then waited anguished for his answer.

Her... Ron wanted to speak, and spit out a few slugs on the ground, Hermione, don't ask him, he is Snape's student, there is definitely a conspiracy here. Ron tried his best. Just said this.

Lock tongue and throat! Malfoy cast another spell.

Now Ron's mouth began to bulge. He wanted to spit out slugs, but his mouth was sealed again. His cheeks became bigger and bigger, and soon his throat also bulged. His breathing began to become difficult.

You're going to kill him, Hermione cried, apparently horrified by the scene. Untie it, please, she said with a weeping voice.

Stop the curse, Malfoy said softly.

Ron spit out all the slugs all at once. He lay on the ground and gasped heavily. He looked at Malfoy with hatred, but after looking at each other, he quickly lowered his head, he was afraid.

Death is the ultimate fear for most people in this world, and the Dark Lord is the same. I believe you can learn a lesson in the future, don't interrupt when others are talking. Malfoy still looked indifferent.

What do you want? Harry asked, plucking up the courage, obviously the scene Ron showed just now was deeply etched in his mind, and he just wanted to know what Malfoy wanted.

A deal, a fair deal, but now it's clear that you can only understand it as coercion. Malfoy shrugged helplessly, obviously helpless in the current situation.

What deal? Hermione asked hastily.

Malfoy didn't answer her directly, he said slowly: Norwegian Ridgeback, a fire dragon, grows very fast and can grow to twice its original size in a week.

Sooner or later, this big man's house will not be able to hold this fire dragon, and maybe even because of its extremely aggressive nature, it will cause disaster if it is not properly domesticated.

Have you forgotten that troll? If you divide the strength of magical creatures, the strength of this dragon when it grows up will be higher than that of the troll last time.

If something goes wrong, you won't be going to an ordinary prison. It might be Azkaban, big Mr. Hagrid. Dementors don't feel good.

Hagrid stumbled suddenly and nearly fell to the ground. Obviously Azkaban's deterrent is too strong.

What's more likely is that the catastrophe it caused is so huge that it may need to be destroyed humanely.

No! Hagrid suddenly exclaimed sadly. Noble is just a child. He squatted down with his head in his hands, as if he had already thought of the scene at that time.

I can help you, you only need to pay a small price. Malfoy continued.

What price, how to help. Harry asked quickly, he didn't care who Malfoy's student was or what conspiracy was.

Sincerely, I'll tell you the method first, that's me, Malfoy pointed to himself. Then he said: My father has a lot of investments all over the UK, and he also has some exposure around the world. There is a dragon farm in Romania, where my father has a lot of shares. It should be the best choice to send the dragon there.

How can I trust you? Ron asked suspiciously.

I really feel sad for the IQ of the descendants of the Weasley family. Malfoy couldn't help but help his forehead. If I lied to you, can't you report me? Think again about what your brother Charlie does.

Hagrid said in surprise: That little guy Charlie is also there to study fire dragons. He told me that he is also in Romania. Then his voice was low: But I can't bear Norbert. He began to sob, unable to stop. Not to mention a big man crying in front of him, Malfoy felt a lot of discord.

Then what do you want? Harry whispered.

Malfoy stared at Hermione for a moment, making her feel very uncomfortable.

What does he want to do? Hermione's heart accelerated as he stared at it, and she thought of a possibility, her cheeks couldn't help but turn red. Impossible, impossible, she said to herself, trying to calm herself down.

I just need a bottle of dragon blood. Malfoy suddenly straightened his posture and said sternly.

Hermione, who was in the middle of the battle between heaven and man, was suddenly relieved when she heard this request, but she was a little lost, pursing her lips, not knowing what she was thinking.

No, you can't treat it like that, he's just a kid. Hagrid suddenly went crazy again. He hugged Norbert tightly and repeated this sentence over and over again.

Then I can only act as a young pioneer to expose the evil forces once. Malfoy turned and left, and by the way said a joke that he thought was funny.

By the way, there seems to be no Young Pioneers in the UK. He seemed to have thought of something.

I promised you for Hagrid, said Harry.

Harry, how can you... Ron's condition seemed to be better now, and he quickly discouraged him.

We have no choice. Harry said solemnly, and he had to say that it is not the right way to superficially regard Gryffindor as brave or reckless. There is Peter Pettigrew in it, but there is also Raigu in Slytherin. Ruth Black. Harry showed the wisdom and determination he should have in the moment.

I wish us a happy cooperation. Malfoy turned and held out his hand, smiling.

Happy cooperation. Harry also stretched out his hand, forcing himself to make a smile that he thought was kind.

My father should send someone over in the next week or so, and the dragon should have grown a lot by then. Be ready, but don't let anything go wrong, Malfoy said.

We're not like you. Ron said fiercely.

Hehe, that's the best way. After speaking, Malfoy slowly stepped out of the door. Better he added: One last piece of advice, remember it's a dragon!