Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy felt like he broke into an endless pipe, it was dark all over, and it was sticky everywhere. Due to the wind caused by the convection, his face was sore, and a sharp blade crossed his ears. Some places The **** is very steep, the whole passage is full of twists and turns, and there are some small pipes that make up the road, but obviously can not accommodate the width of a person.

　　For insurance purposes, Malfoy applied a floating technique for himself to reduce shock and avoid accidents.

But it seemed that he was worried. The back part of the water pipe suddenly became horizontal. He emerged from the mouth of the pipe and stepped steadily on the wet ground. Then a dark stone tunnel was placed in front of him. The tunnel is large enough to allow people to stand inside.

　　 "Fluorescent flash!" He waved his wand and illuminated himself.

Even if he slowed down, his footsteps still made a rattling sound on the damp ground. There was nothing but footsteps in the tunnel, and it also highlighted its bleak atmosphere, not to mention occasionally stepping on A rattling sound came to the skulls of various other animals.

　　 "Is that the guy's faded skin?" Malfoy glanced at the huge snakeskin not far away, which was dazzling bright green, and it was lying on the ground of the tunnel, which was empty. Obviously, the animal that had just peeled off this layer of skin was at least twenty feet long. When converted to meters, it was also a big six meters long guy.

The hunter in the forest will always say this, I would rather face 500 poisonous snakes than a python. A bite from the former may have an antidote, the latter directly hangs you directly, you will feel There is less and less oxygen in your body, and life is lost a little bit. Watching yourself going to death may be more frightening than death itself.

　　 Then need to face the basilisk now, huge body, and poisonous teeth, the two combined, and also opened a staring death.

Malfoy did not come to die, his identity would not at least allow Riddle to open up as soon as he saw him, and Riddle would have been lonely for so long, and Lockhart and he must not be able to chat, most of them Del looked at him like he was watching a fool.

　　In the original book, Riddle still grumbled and whistled with Harry before starting the killer.

Malfoy continued to walk through the huge snake skin, the tunnel turned one corner after another, and finally, he carefully turned another corner, and finally found a strong wall standing in front, with two engraved on it The snakes are intertwined, and their eyes are set with large, shiny emeralds, letting people know that the green light in the eyes is not just a word to describe it.

"It didn't work." Malfoy's body tightened. He just wanted to deform his buttons, but he found that there was no effect. He ripped a rooster roaring letter and found that it was also like a deflated ball. Same, "dumb cannon".

　　 "He really was prepared." Malfoy shuddered, but this did not affect his plan.

　　 "Open." Malfoy said to the two stone snakes with a forcibly remembered snake language.

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

　　 Malfoy drilled in.

He looked around. This was a long, dark room with many towering stone columns erected around it, all engraved with entangled serpents. These columns supported the ceiling that melted in the darkness above. Cast a long and grotesque black shadow on the whole room filled with mysterious green surplus.

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

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

　　 It was an old dragon-like, monkey-like face, a sparse long beard, almost dragged down to the hem of the wizard's robe carved in stone, and two gray feet stood on the smooth floor of the room. Between those two feet was a man in an emerald green robe. The hair is wavy and blond.

　　 "Oh," Malfoy sighed in his heart, presumably one thing, and seeing it again with his own eyes. When he really saw Lockhart, his mood was still very complicated. He didn't expect this straw bag to be so disappointing.

A figure suddenly slipped out of the back of the stone pillar. Malfoy knew at a glance that the Lord was here. The figure had black hair and a tall figure, but the body was not completely solid, and it was a little transparent, making people feel that he was A ghost.

　　 "Oh?" The teenager spoke. "I thought Harry Potter would come here, but I didn't expect it to be you."

　　 "I think about it." He said to himself. "Well, Lockhart is you except Harry, because you gave him a bottle of his favorite whiskey, which is ridiculous. Draco Malfoy, right?" Riddle looked at Malfoy. Said, the tone was a bit ridiculous, and it should be directed against Lockhart. So far, no malice has been revealed, perhaps because Malfoy is pure blood.

　　 "Master Dark Lord!" Malfoy started his acting again. He held his chest with both hands, his eyes showed a fanatical expression, and he shouted piously.

　　 Riddle was shocked when he heard the name, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he seemed to be going to kill if he didn't agree.

　　 Malfoy completely ignored him, and as if he found something, he rushed towards the diary beside Lockhart.

　　 "Far away from that book!" Riddle screamed sharply, and the scarlet light flashed in his eyes. Malfoy ignored it, and he quickly took out a bottle filled with bright red liquid, and immediately poured it on the diary.

"Dare you!" Riddle raised the wand in his hand, but it was very uncoordinated. Lockhart's wand was too pursuing gorgeous, covered with various patterns, but Riddle could only use it, but he Soon it stopped again.

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

　　 "Dragon Blood." Malfoy seemed to realize that he was a little sick just now, and stuttered out of the word.

　　 "Perfect!" Riddle said excitedly, it seems that Malfoy has initially obtained his trust. "It's much stronger than this straw bale." He said, looking at Lohart lying aside in disgust.

　　 "How do you know these secrets?" But Riddle looked at him scrutiny. "All my father told me." Malfoy tried to speak with a proud tone.

　　 "Lucius?" Riddle murmured. Obviously, he had almost learned Lockhart's memory, and these situations could already be matched. "It seems that your father trusts me very much." Riddle laughed.

"My father does not 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. A body will not block your footsteps." Malfoy continued to tout his eyes. Man, he saw that Riddle's body gradually turned into a real shape, and it was very different from the original. Riddle just seemed to 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 very rich and can definitely do the work for you." Malfoy bowed. Looked at his head, "So please forgive him for his betrayal." It seems that Riddle didn't look up without forgiving his father.

　　Ridelmo carried Lohart's magnificent wand and said happily: "Your father and son have already demonstrated your loyalty by action. I am satisfied, how can I blame.". He added: "If it is not a trustworthy person, I don't think I will tell your father this important secret."

　　 "Look up." Riddle said, his tone much thicker than before, exuding the majesty of the superior.

　　 "Oh, don't be nervous, boy, I have always been very forgiving towards my loyal players, not to mention you have done nothing." He said with tolerance, and it felt very uncoordinated. Can you imagine a teenager saying such an old-fashioned word?

　　 "Yes." Malfoy raised his head slowly.

　　 "Relax." Riddle said that a loyal man and his son found themselves and gave him such a great help that made him feel better.

　　 "Will that man die?" Malfoy flinched at Lockhart, showing the fear that a teenager should have in the face of the dead.

　　 "Oh, this is an interesting question," Riddle said happily. "It's a long story. In my opinion, the reason why Lockhart became like this is because he opened his heart to an invisible stranger and confided all his secrets."

　　 seemed to hold back for too long, or it might be that he wanted to show off to his loyal men and brush up on his loyalty. Riddle began to talk about how he confuses Lockhart.

　　 "Seriously, I have lived for so many years, this is the first time I have encountered such a wonderful flower." Riddle couldn't help but laugh out loud.

　　 "He told me that he was ashamed in his class, what's that name? Elf? Dozens of elves made him jump from class to class, I comfort him, in fact, he is very powerful."

　　 "It's so funny, I wonder if Dumbledore is completely dizzy and chose such a straw bag as a teacher of black magic defense class." He sneered.

　　 "Fortunately, it is just a memory. If you know that you are not as good as this bale, it is estimated that you will kill him immediately." Malfoy did not forget to vomit, on the surface, it was a focused look listening to the leadership's training.

"Then I watched him write in his diary again. He was afraid that one day he was found to be a person who would do nothing but forgetting the spell. He wanted to be low-key, but couldn't help showing off those experiences that were not his, He kept blaming himself like this, and I kept enlightening him-you have strength, but you lack a chance."

　　 "I asked him to kill the chicken and told him that he would gain strength. He really believed and really laughed."

　　 "Yeah." Riddle thought for a moment, and continued: "It should have been a Quidditch competition that day~www.readwn.com~ To be honest, that kind of competition is the most boring sport I have ever seen."

　　 "+1" Malfoy said, feeling that he had found a confidant.

　　 "He actually lost the bone of the boy who defeated 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 his suspicion, he wanted real strength." Riddle laughed lightly. "So I satisfied him."

　　 "But there is nothing in the world that is not equivalent, so he gave his life." Riddle looked at Lohart lying on the ground in disgust again. "He should die in a little while."

　　 "I am very satisfied." Riddle said. "It seems that the assistant he defeated was also my man, Draco, do you know what's going on?"

　　 Malfoy shook his head silly.

　　 "Well, I can't expect a child to sort out everything." Riddle said to himself.

　　 "Well, now my strength has not fully recovered, it will take some time, you go, I will come to you again." He licked his lips. "The next time I meet Hogwarts, there shouldn't be any other muddy species." He murmured.

　　Malfoy only said one thing in his heart: "You're done." Waiting for you to go directly to Dumbledore's office to make a small report, this year can be ended happily.

"However," he said sullenly, looking at a post behind Malfoy: "You seem to have brought in a tail, and it's still a dirty muddy species~www.readwn.com~Welcome readers to read, The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are available at ~www.readwn.com~ mobile phone users, please read.