Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

　　 is not a coincidence, the gentleman in someone's mind now seems to have some minor troubles.

"Why? The Savior is going to make a mess in Diagon Alley, to avenge your good friend?" Malfoy asked, looking at the dark-haired teenager in front of him. The lightning scar on his forehead showed his identity. Most of the holiday passed, Both of them have grown taller, but they haven't changed much.

On the spacious street, Harry blocked Malfoy's way, staring at him cautiously, fearing that he would move, and then calmly said, "You have received the penalty you deserved and paid the price for it. ."

　　 "And it looks like I can't beat you." Harry added weakly.

　　 "But." Ha looked at Malfoy with his firm eyes, and then grasped the holly wand in his hand, and then said: "If you have any other conspiracy, I will definitely try my best to stop it."

　　 "For example." Malfoy was a little helpless this time, feeling like he was shot while lying down.

　　 "Why did you register a pseudonym at Florin's ice cream shop just now?"

"Oh, even the famous Harry Potter likes to listen to other people's corners?" Malfoy reacted, and then didn't look at Harry deliberately, but took out his wand and fiddled with it. It made Harry feel a little contempt.

"I'm just..." Harry just wanted to explain that it was because he wrote a thesis about medieval witches in his shop, and the shop owner occasionally gave him guidance. Professor Si is also rich, and there are free cold drinks once every half an hour.

　　 But Harry's words were interrupted by Malfoy.

"You have to explain? What have you seen the dude that left you in trouble?" Malfoy asked in return, then turned his careless gaze to Harry and said: "I think our savior still thinks about how to keep his little one. Fate, it is said that Black escaped for you.” Malfoy threatened him with a certain intention. In fact, Malfoy was right, but no one would understand that aspect.

　　Yeah, risking his life to watch the game for his godson. When the broom broke, he also sent a new fire crossbow.

"Furthermore, those who blow up their aunts, dare to cast spells outside the school again?" Malfoy glanced at the wand in Harry's hand again, "I think even the Ministry of Magic will not protect you for your safety. Indulge your behavior again," Malfoy said provocatively, as if to specifically irritate him to force him to shoot.

　　 Harry thought that even Malfoy in front of him had been confiscated for wands because of out-of-school spells, and he couldn't help but hesitate for a moment.

　　 Before he had at least his own wand in his hand, he had the courage to run away from home. This was his last reliance. He could not imagine what to do if he was expelled and the wand was confiscated afterwards.

　　Fuji also told him the reason why he didn't care about him in the broken cauldron bar. It was because Black had escaped from prison and the two evils had the right to take the lighter.

　　Now the insufficient evidence and serious consequences made him more and more hesitant.

Yeah, what a pseudonym counts, what did he pretend to be Neville before, Harry suddenly thought that he was afraid of others recognizing himself, and also reported a pseudonym on the Cavaliers bus, then he was also suspected ?

　　 Harry felt more and more that this was a wrong decision made with his head hot.

　　Ten thousand steps back, even if Malfoy really had a conspiracy, did he jump out and accuse him of criticizing him?

　　 Harry felt that he might have been suppressed for too long these days before he did such a calm thing.

　　 "I'm sorry." Harry said a little apologetically, and then put away his wand to leave, but when he walked to the cauldron bar, he still said quietly as he passed by Malfoy.

　　 "Even if you don't tell your name, Playboy will be in trouble sooner or later." Harry finally left such a curse that was not a curse.

　　Malfoy wouldn't care, he wasn't the kind of emotional liar who played with the feelings of girls, and this was just a response to scorn in front of someone.

　　 It's just that neither of them thought that the second half of this sentence would be proclaimed a few years later.

After sending off the protagonist of a sense of justice, Malfoy remembered that he had nothing to do, and ran all the way back to the Guling Pavilion. At this time, the gate of the Guling Pavilion was closed, cold and clear, no previous Only a few officials of the Ministry of Magic are on duty.

"An uncle Fudge's folder fell in the office and asked me to help him get it." Malfoy politely said to a tall, thin man in a trench coat with some stubble, and the rest of the guards looked at each other. , Some embarrassment.

　　 But a little embarrassment was soon sent away by a few packets of so-called Muggle special cigarettes.

　　 walked in and out for only a few minutes, but when Malfoy came out, he had already seen that the people on duty had started to spit up in the same place.

　　 No lighter? A less powerful flame is enough.

　　 "Thank you uncle." Malfoy did not forget to thank them when he left.

　　 "Small things." The tall and thin trench coat man in the lead took a sip of cigarettes and then slowly exhaled a few thin smoke rings. "Be careful along the way, Master Draco."

"Well." Malfoy nodded, and then walked to the nearest Feilu powder station without looking back, thinking in his heart: "The bribery on the street was successful, the Ministry of Magic official who was on duty on duty, and encountered Voldemort and the tentacle of being brave. It's still a fanatical cult."

　　 "Who will win?" He issued a question with an obvious answer.

　　 walked into a shop that provided flying powder service, Malfoy spread a flying powder to the fireplace, UU reading www.uukanshu. The green flame of the com jumped up, and after clearly speaking the destination, Malfoy took a deep breath and walked in, followed by a wave of invisible force coming to him, constantly tearing his body, he Feeling the world started to spin, even with closed eyes, the unstoppable nausea and vomiting still struck him.

　　 "Fortunately, I didn't eat too much." Malfoy thought happily.

Now he is in the Muggle downtown, a hidden transfer point for wizards and Muggle society, apparently a small hardware store, a bearded middle-aged middle-aged man is playing with the wrench on the counter No one seemed to think that he was a wizard at first glance. The counter was filled with all kinds of wrenches, screws and parts. The thick paint and plastic smell filled the whole store. These made Malfoy subconsciously use his hands. Covered his nose and mouth.

The man bares his sturdy upper body, and his left arm is engraved with an unknown animal-shaped tattoo. At first glance, it looks like a member of a Muggle triad organization, but it also looks like it. The wand behind him is still exposed. He became a wizard.

　　 Malfoy walked towards him. The man seemed to be aware of it, and looked up and said to him, "Boy, there is no such thing as a wizard interested in."

　　 "I think so too." Malfoy tapped on the counter made of glass and made a crisp sound. Then asked: "Actually, I just want to ask which fruit shop is nearby?"

　　 "I think I can still help you." The man's face showed a kind smile that contrasted with his image and expressed his kindness.

　　UU reading is welcome to readers. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at UU! For mobile phone users, please read.