Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

At this time, Hermione was sitting alone in the seat outside the operating room, waiting anxiously, and then felt a pain in her calf.

Miss Granger is a bad guy, attacked Dobby, deceived Dobby! And killed her master! It turned out that Dobby kept hitting her in the leg with his fist, he was finishing what Malfoy gave him After the mission, began to carry out their own revenge.

Be honest! Pai, who used to work at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, happened to pass by at this time and tapped it on the head. Let him be quiet.

Dobby was lying on the ground at this time, struggling to get up, his big eyes were full of hatred and hatred.

Are you all right, Dobby? Hermione's voice trembled.

Dobby doesn't want to talk to Miss Granger! Miss Granger's mouth is full of lies! Dobby will be deceived by you when she talks. Dobby spoke in a very thin and sharp voice in a low voice and irritable, he was still worried his master.

Shut up. Pai rudely tapped him on the head again.

What are you doing! Hermione demanded Pai, her voice low.

Dobby sent Master Malfoy to Hogwarts! Hogwarts' ban is of no use to house-elves! Dobby raised his head, shook his somewhat red nose, and declared proudly.

Voldemort was disdainful of the behavior of house-elves, like all purebred wizards who treat elves as beasts...he would never have imagined that elves had to have magic that he didn't have.

At this moment, Furong went back and forth, and when she was anxiously about to open the door of the ward, Pansy pulled her back.

Dumbledore is in there. He was helping Malfoy check on his injuries.

I'm the professional! What is he doing in there? Isn't it enough to hurt him? Furong took a few steps back, covering her face and said in pain, recalling her memories, made her not like Dumbledore.

Outside the operating room, it is extremely quiet, because it has been enveloped by the magic of sound insulation.

It's not dead. Your luck is very good, Mr. Dumbledore. Malfoy had already sat up, examining the old man who was also wearing the striped hospital gown.

It's not far. The old man smiled helplessly.

Isn't the elixir enough?

You can't drink too much.

' Dumbledore raised his charred right hand and shook it in rejection.

The Philosopher's Stone has a price.

It's not simply a decline in intelligence, but the disappearance of human spirituality. Every time you take it, it will consume a little aura as the price of prolonging life.

The same is true for the alchemist Nicole Lemay, who has lost the meaning of life and is in vain to live.

Because there is no desire.

This is acceptable to Dumbledore, he only expects half a year of life, which is enough for him to take care of the funeral.

At that time, Dumbledore came to Nicole May's former residence, also for the potion.

It's very simple there, there are no tiles, just some potholes and muddy ground, but it's strange that the bookshelves made of purple wood can stand firmly on it.

Even so, the bookshelves were empty and should have been emptied.

In the middle bookcase in the fourth column from the left, there is a hidden compartment.

The tones above are very dark, mainly fuchsia, with drawings of birds and a quaint fountain.

An ordinary glass with a few runes engraved on it, lying quietly on a soft brown pad, contained a liquid that was as transparent as clear water.

Underneath was a piece of yellowed parchment, densely packed with tiny handwriting.

Dear old friend - Albus Dumbledore, if you come here, it must be for our agreement, and there is a reason why you have to come to take it.

Of course, I still advise you not to use this potion. The elixir is very costly.

I know, you probably know the side effects of this drug better than I do.

You know, death is a long-awaited relief for me.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, breaking free from the memory.

It seems to be calculated. He said helplessly, raised his charred arm and glanced back and forth, as if he was looking at a work of art, and then asked:

But Draco, I'm curious about...

How did you know about Voldemort's weakness?

Like I said, he did a stupid thing.

He chose to repent.

The production of Horcruxes is limited. 7 is the most magical number, and it is also the number that cannot be broken through.

He found the Horcrux destroyed. He was worried.

Nagini is not the best choice whether to take it with him or let it go back to nature.

If you want to make Horcruxes again, you can only break through to more evil.

Or, repent, let the soul return to a certain degree of integrity, and then split.

I see. Dumbledore nodded in approval.

I heard that one night Harry suddenly...

It should be that piece of debris that was pulled away. Dumbledore agreed.

Malfoy continued to tell everything he knew.

I read part of Nagini's memory, and Voldemort simulated another good personality for deep repentance.

It was affecting him subtly, but he didn't realize it.

That day he graciously agreed to my mother's request, and I felt very strange.

His mana has not changed, but the life-suppressing spell that needs to condense killing intent has been affected the most.

In the end, like the dragon's story, his confidence collapsed. Malfoy had a light smile on his face.

Of course, I'm actually just gambling.

Looks like the right bet. Malfoy shrugged, then gasped, looking like he had touched the affected area.

It's hard work, child. Dumbledore pointed, wanted to reach out and pat his shoulder lightly, then stopped.

That's right. Dumbledore said suddenly, Good luck. A mysterious smile appeared on the old man's face.

Soon, Malfoy had guessed what Dumbledore meant by good luck to him. Because he saw several figures wandering outside the door.

Please say I'm still in a coma, thank you. Malfoy concealed his embarrassment and coughed a few times.

I'm sorry for those infatuated girls. Dumbledore squeezed his eyebrows and smiled even more.

You don't have the right to talk about me. Malfoy retorted, Go see your old lover, I didn't know you actually used the magic of life sharing.

If this is not the case, he will not live to the decisive battle. Dumbledore said helplessly.

The low-quality environment for years and months has almost hollowed out Grindelwald's body.

Victory comes at a price.

This price seems to be acceptable.