Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the high ceiling. Then he smelled a fragrance, which should be the fragrance of flowers. He knew he was completely safe now, and he slowly stood up from the bed. , Seeing that he was covered with white linen sheets, Pansy was resting his head with his hands at the end of the bed, as if he was asleep, and there were shallow tears in the corners of his eyes, which warmed his heart.

　　 He looked around and saw that the students who were still petrified were still lying on the bed, just like himself, and there was one more person-Hermione, but it seemed to be in a coma.

　　 "Boy, are you awake? Good morning." Dumbledore's smiling face suddenly appeared before his eyes.

　　 "How is the Basilisk resolved?" Malfoy asked directly, without showing the respect he should have for the principal.

　　Dumbledore didn't care too much. He shook his beard and lowered his voice to look at Malfoy. "Of course, when I arrived, it was dying."

　　 "How did you do it? Child?" he asked, his blue eyes staring straight at Malfoy, but he didn't use the deceptive mind, as if a generous elder was asking a child sincerely.

　　 "No comment." Malfoy said.

　　 "Well, everyone should have their own secrets." Dumbledore nodded, as if he didn't care.

　　 Dumbledore looked around, then said with a smile: "In a few days Mandela grass will be fully mature, and everyone will be able to return to the original state, which is really good news."

　　 "Of course." Malfoy nodded.

　　 "But our hero may not enjoy the treatment he deserves." Dumbledore looked at Malfoy again with his sharp blue eyes.

　　 "Hero, who? Do you say me?" Malfoy pretended to be stupid. He vaguely remembered to explain to the principal before he was in a coma, and he didn't know what Dumbledore did.

　　 "So? How did you explain it to the outside world?" Malfoy asked.

"Draco Malfoy in the second grade was controlled by the diary, creating a snake attack, but finally revealed his feet at Christmas, and was discovered by Professor Lockhart of the Black Magic Defense Class. The second grade The female student Hermione Granger was also involved in this accident by coincidence." Dumbledore glanced at Malfoy's face and found that he didn't care, and continued to say in his low tone: "After one After a hard battle, Professor Lockhart used a perfect metamorphosis spell, transformed a rooster, and defeated the Basilisk, but in order to protect his students, he was unfortunately hit by the Basilisk in the head. In the past, I don’t know if there will be any sequelae, and after Hermione ran out for help, she was comatose because of too much shock."

"Principal! How can you do this!" An angry female voice came from the hospital bed not far away. Hermione was awake. It seemed that she had listened to everything Dumbledore had just said, and she stood up, The blush of the small face rose, and there was something unbelievable in his eyes. "He saved me, it was Lockhart! This is a slur on Malfoy!" she said aloud, not accepting the fact that someone was framed.

　　 "Everything is forgotten!"

　　 "Okay, we can continue talking." Malfoy looked at Dumbledore calmly, and Hermione was not hit by the bed before he was hit by the curse, and lay down straight again.

　　Dumbledore did not expect that the student in front of him actually shot, even if he wanted to stop it, the response was slowed by half a beat, to no avail.

"The response is getting slower and slower." Dumbledore felt awe-inspiring. As time went on, he grew older, and the man didn't know when he would make a comeback. The old man couldn't help worrying about the future, so he needed to fight him even more. All the help that can be obtained, and it seems that the child in front of him, although born of so-called pure blood, is not Slytherin in the eyes of ordinary people. , Worthy of his co-op.

"Slytherin scored a hundred points for attacking other students in front of the principal." Dumbledore crossed his hands, but there was no anger in the tone. It was better to say that it was a joke. The old man could only accept this reality. It is better to say that the truth is that the fewer people know, the better. Although there is some helplessness, it may be a good thing.

　　 "Is our college score negative now?" Malfoy joked.

　　 "There should be double digits." Dumbledore thought for a moment before he said slowly.

"Even if it is an inadvertent loss, it is a fact that the damage to the students has been caused. If it is a subjective and deliberate act of the student, it must be expelled, because he is only manipulated by witchcraft such as the soul-taking spell. We will only give a three hundred percent deduction to his college." Dumbledore stopped and watched his reaction.

　　 "Did I not get fired? That's really good." Malfoy clapped his hands and didn't care, as if still a little happy, excited about not being taken seriously.

　　 "This is just a little way to solve your father's trouble." Dumbledore helped his glasses and said, "How can I compensate you? Child?"

　　 "It's finally time to the topic~www.readwn.com~ Malfoy thought.

The bamboo sticks delivered to the door must be knocked, and his plan does require some props. Malfoy readily accepted. He felt the horror of the white wizard in front of him. There is a saying that is good: "Stupid mage, in apprenticeship It was already dead." Although this world does not correspond to that world, the truth is still the same. Dumbledore, who can become the most powerful white wizard in the world today, is not only capable.

　　Now Malfoy and Dumbledore can be said to be a little bit unspoken. He has already indicated his position to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore hopes to win him.

　　 "The body of the Basilisk." He said.

　　 "Of course, this should be regarded as your booty." Dumbledore said with a smile.

　　 "Phoenix tears." Malfoy continued to add.

　　 "No problem, I think Fox will burst into tears for your bravery." Dumbledore ridiculed rarely.

　　 "Gryffindor's sword." Malfoy said the last thing he needed.

　　 "Hmm..." Dumbledore was in deep contemplation. This request seemed to embarrass him. His brows were raised high, and after a while there was silent silence. "Your courage is not inferior to any Gryffindor."

　　 "May you persevere this kind of courage." Dumbledore pushed his half-moon shaped lens, and finally Dumbledore spit out such a sentence.

"Thank you." Malfoy sincerely thanked him, he knew that this was Dumbledore's recognition of him, maybe this was the beginning of their cooperation~www.readwn.com~Welcome the majority of book friends to read, the latest, fastest and most Fire's serialized works are all available at ~www.readwn.com~ mobile phone users, please read.