Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy felt like he had broken into an endless pipe. It was pitch black and sticky everywhere. The wind from the convection made his face hurt, like a sharp blade passing through his ear, in some places. The slope is very steep, and the entire passage has twists and turns, and there are some fork roads made up of small pipes, but it obviously cannot accommodate the width of a person.

To be on the safe side, Malfoy applied a flotation technique for himself to dampen the shock and avoid accidents.

But it seemed that he was overthinking, the back part of the water pipe suddenly became horizontal, he emerged from the pipe mouth, stepped on the wet ground smoothly, and then a dark stone tunnel was placed in front of him, The tunnel is big enough to accommodate people standing in it.

Fluorescent flashes! He waved his wand, lighting himself up.

Even though he slowed down his pace, his footsteps still made a clattering sound on the wet ground. There was nothing in the tunnel except for footsteps, which accentuated its gloomy atmosphere, not to mention the occasional footsteps. There is a rattling sound in the skulls of various other animals.

Is this the guy's peeling skin? Malfoy glanced at the huge snake skin not far away. It was a dazzling bright green. It lay coiled on the ground of the tunnel, and it was empty inside. Apparently, the animal that had just shed its skin was at least twenty feet long, or six meters in meters.

Hunters in the forest always say something like this: I would rather face five hundred poisonous snakes than a python. If I get bitten by the former, there may be an antidote, and the latter will hang you directly. You will feel The oxygen in one's body is getting less and less, and life is lost little by little. Watching oneself die may be more frightening than death itself.

Then the basilisk that needs to be faced now has a huge body and fangs. Combining the two, there is also an instant death hang that glares and kills in seconds.

Malfoy didn't come to die, of course. His identity wouldn't let Riddle get excited as soon as he saw him, and Riddle might have been a little lonely after being silent for so long. Lockhart and him definitely couldn't talk. Del looked at him like a fool.

In the original book, Riddle was still grinding and blowing with Harry before he started to kill.

Malfoy continued to walk through the huge snakeskin, the tunnel turned one turn after another, and finally, carefully turning another turn, he finally found a solid wall in front of him, carved with two Snakes entwined with each other, with large, gleaming emeralds in their eyes, let it be known that green light in their eyes is not just a word to describe.

It doesn't work. Malfoy's body tensed. He tried to deform his buttons, but found that it didn't work. He tore up another rooster roar letter and found that it also looked like a deflated ball. Same, Squib too.

He's really prepared. Malfoy's heart froze, but it didn't affect his plans.

Open. Malfoy said to the two stone snakes in the snake language he forcibly remembered.

The snake on the wall began to swim slowly, so that it was completely separated, and the wall was also divided into two halves, revealing a passage.

Malfoy dived in.

He looked around. It was a long, dark room, surrounded by many towering stone pillars, all carved with coiled and entangled serpents. These pillars supported the ceiling that melted in the high darkness. It casts long, eerie shadows on the whole room filled with the mysterious greenness of Yingying.

It's really uncomfortable to be stared at by this thing. Malfoy shuddered, no matter from which angle, Malfoy felt that the stone snake was staring at him tightly, which made him feel depressed and quite uncomfortable.

When he walked parallel to the last pair of stone pillars, a statue as tall as the room itself appeared in front of him, clinging to the dark wall behind.

It was an old, monkey-like face,

A long, sparse beard dragged almost all the way to the hem of the stone wizard's robe, and two large gray feet stood on the smooth floor of the room. Between those feet lay a man in an emerald green robe. The hair is blond and wavy.

Sigh, Malfoy sighed in his heart, guessing it was one thing, seeing it with his own eyes was another. When he really saw Lockhart, his mood was still very complicated. He didn't expect this scumbag to be so unsatisfactory.

A figure suddenly slipped out from behind the stone pillar. Malfoy knew at a glance that the main lord had arrived. That figure had black hair and a tall figure, but his body was not completely solid, and was somewhat transparent, making people feel that he was the one. a ghost.

Oh? the boy said. I thought it would be Harry Potter who came here, but I didn't expect it to be you.

I think about it. He said to himself. Well, Lockhart admires you the most besides Harry, because you gave him a bottle of his favorite whisky, which is ridiculous. Draco Malfoy, right? Riddle looked at Malfoy Said, with some sarcasm in his tone, it should be aimed at Lockhart, so far he has not shown malicious intent, perhaps because Malfoy is a pure blood.

Lord Dark Lord! Malfoy began to rev up his acting skills again, he held his chest with both hands, his eyes showed a fanatical look, and he shouted reverently.

Riddle was startled when he heard the name, and his eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he would kill him if he disagreed.

Malfoy ignored him at all, as if he had discovered something, and rushed straight to the diary beside Lockhart.

Stay away from that notebook! Riddle snapped, with a scarlet light flashing in his eyes. Malfoy ignored it, and he quickly took out a bottle, which contained bright red liquid, and poured it onto the diary.

You dare! Riddle raised the wand in his hand, but it was very incongruous. Lockhart's wand was too gorgeous, and it was covered with various patterns, but Riddle could only use it, but he It stopped soon after.

Oh, the taste of life. Riddle licked the corner of his mouth intoxicated, as if enjoying an aged wine, he put down his wand. What is this? he asked.

Dragon blood. Malfoy seemed to realize that he had lost his way just now, and stammered out the word.

Perfect! Riddle said excitedly, and it seemed that Malfoy had initially gained his trust. It's much more alive than this straw bag. He looked at Lockhart lying beside him in disgust as he spoke.

How do you know these secrets? But Riddle still looked at him scrutiny. My father told me that, Malfoy tried to say it with pride.

Lucius? Riddle murmured. Obviously, he has almost learned all of Lockhart's memories, and these situations can already be taken into account. It looks like your father is very trustworthy under my command. Riddle laughed.

My father doesn't want to believe the fact that you are dead. He firmly believes that the Dark Lord is impossible to die. You are the omnipotent god, and a body will not stop you. Malfoy continued to tout the sight in front of him. Man, he saw that Riddle's body gradually turned into a real shape, which was completely different from the original, as if the Riddle just now would drift away when the wind blows.

So he chose to temporarily return to the wizarding society to lay the foundation for your comeback. I think you already know from Lockhart's mind that our family is rich and can definitely serve you. Malfoy lowered. He shook his head, So please forgive him for his seemingly betrayal behavior. It seemed that Riddle was not going to look up if he didn't forgive his father.

Riddle rubbed Lockhart's gorgeous wand and said happily: You father and son have shown your loyalty with actions, I am satisfied, how can I blame you. He added: I don't think I would have told your father this important secret of mine if it wasn't for someone you can trust.

Head up. Riddle said, his tone was much heavier than before, exuding the majesty of a superior.

Oh, don't be nervous, kid, I've always been lenient towards my loyal subordinates, not to mention that you've made no mistakes. He said leniently, giving people a very incongruous feeling. Can you imagine a teenager saying such old-fashioned words?

Yes. Malfoy raised his head slowly.

Take it easy, said Riddle, who was in a better mood when a loyal minion and his son found him and helped him so much.

Is that man going to die? Malfoy pointed at Lockhart a little shrinkingly, showing the fear that a teenager should have when facing the dead.

Oh, that's an interesting question, said Riddle cheerfully. That's a long story. The real reason Lockhart is like this, as I see it, is that he opened up to an unseen stranger and confided all his secrets.

It seemed that he had been holding it for too long, or it was possible that he wanted to show off to his loyal subordinates, to brush his loyalty or something, Riddle began to talk about how he bewitched Lockhart.

To be honest, it's the first time I've encountered such a strange flower in all my years of life. Riddle couldn't help laughing happily.

He told me that he was embarrassed in his class. What's that called? Pixie? Dozens of pixies made him jump around in class. I comforted him. In fact, he is very powerful.

It's so funny, I wonder if Dumbledore was completely dizzy and chose such a scumbag to be the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts. He sneered.

Fortunately, it's just a memory. If you knew that you were worse than this scumbag, you probably would have killed him right away. Malfoy didn't forget to complain in his heart, and on the surface he seemed intent on listening to the leader's words.

Then I watched him write in his diary again. He was afraid that one day he would be found out as someone who knew nothing but the oblivion spell. He wanted to keep a low profile, but he couldn't help showing off the experiences that didn't belong to him. He kept blaming himself like this, and I kept enlightening him - you have strength, you just lack an opportunity.

I also asked him to kill chickens and told him that he would gain power in this way. He really believed it, and he laughed out loud.

Well. Riddle pondered for a moment, then continued: There should have been a Quidditch match that day. To be honest, that kind of match was the most boring sport I've ever seen.

+1 Malfoy said, feeling like he had found a soulmate.

He actually lost the bones of the boy who beat me, Riddle laughed wildly. So I have to give him a reward, he said.

He wrote in his diary again that he could no longer bear so many skeptical glances, and he wanted real strength. Riddle chuckled. So I'll satisfy him.

But there is nothing in the world that is not exchanged for equal value, so he gave his life. Riddle looked at Lockhart lying on the ground with disgust. In a little while he should be dead.

I'm satisfied, Riddle said. It seems that the assistant he defeated was also my subordinate, Draco, do you know what happened?

Malfoy shook his head as if foolishly.

Well, I can't expect a kid to sort everything out either, Riddle muttered to himself.

Well, my strength has not fully recovered yet, it will take some time, you go, I will come to you again. He licked his lips. There won't be any Mudbloods at Hogwarts next time, he murmured.

Malfoy only said one sentence in his heart: You're done. Later, he ran directly to Dumbledore's office to make a small report, and this year could end happily.

However, he said gloomily, looking at a pillar behind Malfoy. You seem to have brought in a tail, and you're still a filthy mudblood.

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