Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The bell of the class was ringing, indicating the end of this ancient magic course. Most students were still unsatisfied. This course is really difficult, but it is also really interesting. Most of them who are confident in choosing this course are Ravenclaw College Students, for those who love knowledge, the difficulty should be left behind, and the rest should be fun.

　　 "You go first." Pansy in the seat waved to Malfoy. "I still have a few questions to ask the professor."

　　 "You robbed me of my lines." Malfoy looked at Pansy strangely, very puzzled. Even though she had already felt her change, she was still not used to it.

　　 "Is it strange that I study seriously?" Pansy gave Malfoy a glance.

　　 "Then I think the question you are confused with now is the same effect as asking the professor." Malfoy shrugged.

　　 "I'm not partial." Pansy pushed Malfoy away from his seat angrily, as if urging him away.

　　 "Okay, I'm just fine, so if you don't understand, ask Professor Babring. Be polite." Malfoy finally gave Pansy a wake-up and quickly left the classroom.

　　 Hermione watched the two of them talk and couldn't intervene. After the conversation ended, Malfoy left quickly. She regretted and breathed a sigh of relief. As for why, she may only know the reason.

　　As Hermione packed up the books related to her ancient Golem course and was about to get up and leave, she found a figure standing in front of her seat.

"Miss Parkinson, do you have anything?" Hermione asked in a cold tone as she sorted through the books. In addition to finding fault, she couldn't think of a Slytherin schoolgirl who came to find her after class. She didn’t believe that Miss Parkinson would ask her for her humility. Whether it was knowledge or patience, she felt that Malfoy was enough to teach her.

　　 It seemed that Hermione still didn't notice the sourness in her heart, and made a comparison unconsciously.

However, the provocative words that Hermione envisaged did not come out of Pansy's mouth. Hermione looked up at Pansy and found that the expression on her face seemed to be tangled, her eyebrows were tangled together, her hands were placed I don't know what I'm doing behind my back, and one foot stands up from time to time. In any case, Hermione only saw no trace of hostility in her face.

　　 Suddenly Pansy leaned forward. Hermione held the wand beside her unconsciously. She still didn't put down her guard. She didn't know what unfavorable action the girl in front of her would make to her.

　　 "Thank you." Pansy finally made up his mind and officially bowed to Hermione softly and solemnly.

"Hmm?" Her defensive posture was ready, and Hermione was ready to fight back at any time. She didn't know why Pansy would thank her. The most recent intersection should be the two of them in a duel club. After that, there was basically no communication, and Hermione didn't know what the girl in front of her would thank her for.

　　 "Thank you for notifying the principal of saving Draco." Pansy continued, which only showed her intention.

"He wouldn't be willing to owe other people's favors." Pansy said to Hermione firmly, "So the Ron rescued can be regarded as his return. The three of you are so close and should be considered. The level is even."

"That has nothing to do with me." Hermione began to sort her textbooks down again, and then said: "If it's really as rumored, then I helped him last year and he was a Gryffindor should do it, it was with him It doesn’t matter who, and it’s not for compensation.” Hermione paused, then raised her head and stared at Pansy. “And he saved Ron, it’s his own choice. Please don’t do anything like repay The sounding words." Hermione bit the word "rescue" very hard, and obviously didn't quite agree with her.

"It's better that way." Pansy didn't care too much. "According to your opinion, I just thank you according to my own wishes. Whether you accept it or not is also your freedom. I did not hide him. "Pansi seemed to think of something. He smiled secretly, and inexplicably twitched a corner of his mouth, and turned away.

　　This conversation between the two completely dispelled Hermione's intention to thank him again.

　　 She could only bite her lips and watch Pansy's departure.

The flame of courage that finally blew up was ruthlessly annihilated. Maybe Pansy’s words did not let her give up directly, but sometimes the courage of people can only last for a while, and the most impulsive time will pass. The interruption made her decision change again.

　　 Hermione suddenly realized that her determination was not as firm as she thought. She would still be afraid, but she did not know where the source of fear was.

　　 Want to get close but don't dare to get close? Maybe.

　　 And the protagonist who made her tangled was talking with Mrs. Pins in the library at this time, unaware of how much trouble she caused to someone.

"Boy, do you have anything? I think you should be more familiar with me here." Mrs. Pings said to Malfoy with a formal smile that refused to be thousands of miles away, and she seemed to appreciate him before coming to the library. Very diligent, in fact, there is also some irony in it.

She has never seen a first-year student who can read books in the forbidden area without hesitation. See what books he reads. Be the second Dark Lord?

　　 Even more strange is that the principal agreed to the behavior of this hairy boy, even if she is difficult to accept, she can only pretend to open one eye and close one eye.

The results of it? Look, he must have used the knowledge of these banned books to make such a big mess last semester, saying that he could not believe what he was controlled by the soul-spell curse, she felt that the child in front of her was The culprit.

But the principal still didn't punish Malfoy excessively, or it was not a punishment at all, and today he came here again, and it seems that she still has something to do with her. However, she doesn't think she has any attainments with those black magics. So that he can consult.

"Of course, Mrs. Pings." Malfoy smiled slightly, bowed, and then said: "I hope to donate some books for the library, these are some of the precious books I collected during the holiday, no matter which one All aspects are meaningful.” After all, Malfoy put forward a black box and put it on the table. The palm gently flicked above the box, and the box clicked, as if something was triggered, it opened.

In theory, Mrs. Pins certainly hopes that the more books in the library, the better. She also hopes that Hogwarts students can acquire as much perfect knowledge as possible, but Malfoy gives her a very bad impression. There was no expectation in her heart.

　　 Sure enough, when she saw a few gilded characters "Born and Noble, Wizard Genealogy" on some broken pages, her brows were raised high.

　　 didn't expect her. Sure enough, it wasn't a good book, and it was something about pure blood. The noble book, in her view, was nothing more than a noble touted by a group of old antiques.

"First of all, I have to see if there are any strange magics in these books." Mrs. Pings's smile converged. There was no seemingly amiable look just now. She didn't want any evil books in her jurisdiction. Just like the riot last semester, didn't the principal say that it was caused by a diary? What if this kid has a bad heart?

　　 The first time, she naturally has reason to believe the second time.

　　 "Of course." Malfoy smiled and extended his hand in a gesture of invitation.

　　 This looks like a series of books. Mrs. Pingsi picked up a random one and opened it.

　　 "The noble and oldest Black family." These characters reflected in Mrs. Pinz's eyes, she could not help but chuckled, and the concave cheeks could not help but a little wrinkles.

However, the surname of Black reminded her that a few years ago, there were a few students who came to the library to study near the exam. It seems that one of them is this surname. At that time, a cute little girl was helping them review. Very beautiful, with long dark red hair, and a pair of almond-shaped green eyes, which is one of the few students she can still remember more than a decade later, gossip is a woman’s nature, she inspects it She couldn't help but look at this small group a few times, and beyond her expectation, the two who looked the best match were not lovers.

　　What's that man called? Mrs. Pings began to try her best to recall that her deep concave eyes became a little confused, Potter? She flashed her light, remembering the man's surname, but the surname of Harry Potter.

He is not bad, but far worse than that Black. She remembers that when she first saw Black, she felt like she was caught in something in her heart. She thought she would be young again. Maybe he will fall in love with him at first sight when he is a few decades old.

Because he is too handsome, the slight arrogance has attracted many girls, and she is no exception, but adults can always adjust themselves faster, and will not go crazy like those little girls. , The mind soon faded.

　　 However, that glorious glance made her unforgettable after all, which is why she saw the mood of this surname became complicated.

　　 calmed down, she continued to look down.

A coat of arms jumped into her eyes, two five-pointed stars on the mountain-shaped symbol, a long sword underneath, and a shield as a whole. On both sides of the shield were two leaping gray dogs, using heraldry The term is: "Black, the mountain shape between the two stars is the main body, the one sword is the basis, and the silver. She knows that this should be the family crest of the Black family. These families like to get these symbolic things. Strengthen the sense of belonging and glory of future generations.

"Hmm..." she stared at the words in the book and began to mumble, "Siris Black, born in..." This is a family member who died early, so no more information was recorded. He died when he was eight years old.

Mrs. Pings’s eyes glanced down, "Phoenix Nigellus Black (1847-1926)" She remembered that this man once served as the principal of Hogwarts, but the criticism was not very good. However, just after she read about the man's life, the people in the photo suddenly moved and looked at her with a sneering expression, revealing a sneering expression.

　　 "It's just a little transforming magic." Malfoy explained, "It makes readers more impressed with these people, doesn't it."

　　 "Oh." Mrs. Pings nodded recklessly, her face expressionless, but her fingertips turned faster and faster, and soon she saw a photo she wanted to see.

　　-Sirius Black

The dark gray eyes showed a little sharp eyes, with arrogance and indifference that no one could come near, and it was suitable to describe it with unspeakable smiles. However, this should be a photo of his youth, full of spirits, and has not been smoothed by Azkaban His edges and sharpness.

　　 "Okay, these books should be no problem and can be stored in the library." Mrs. Pings closed the book quickly, and the tone was still as cold as before, but the results given surprised Malfoy.

　　Everyone with a non-negative EQ is more or less able to see and watch, and Malfoy, who thought he would be in trouble, did not expect that Mrs. Pingsi, who was not very pleasing to him, would make him so easily.

　　 "Thank you so much," Malfoy said politely.

　　 This naturally saved him a lot of effort, but some preparation work to avoid trouble was actually useless.

　　 "Maybe she is in a good mood these days." The green light all the way also made him feel good. If Malfoy knew the real reason, he might be crying and laughing.

　　 "Is there anything else?" Mrs. Pings asked. There was a trace of impatience in the tone. I wonder if it was my own illusion. Malfoy felt that the librarian in front of him seemed to be eager to rush him away.

　　 "Uh..." Malfoy pondered for a while before saying, "It should be gone, but I still want to see these books on the shelves with my own eyes."

"Trouble kid," Mrs. Pings whispered softly, "Then I have to find a relatively free bookshelf for it." She thought that things like family genealogy should be closer to historical materials. Books, she got up and walked Malfoy to a row of bookshelves, and her eyes kept swimming, only to find a more free place.

　　 "That's it." Mrs. Pings said blankly, looking at a bookshelf, empty above it, just covered with a little dust.

"Clean it up." Malfoy immediately used a magic spell, and the bookshelves immediately became neat, which made a trace of fluctuations in Mrs. Pinz's expressionless face. If Malfoy looked back, he would find out The corner of her mouth curled up slightly.

　　 "This little devil doesn't look so ugly anymore~www.readwn.com~ Malfoy won't know that his unintentional move has slightly restored some of his own image.

A person who stays at work for a long time will always develop some habits. For the librarian, the love of books should be regarded as an occupational disease. The most hated by Mrs. Pings is the students who do not love books, Mal Fu's move made her impression a lot better.

　　 "Weasley family, Malfoy family, Avery family..." A family tree was placed on the bookshelf, and the books in the box became less and less.

　　After the last book was placed on the shelf, Malfoy clapped his hands and declared that he was done.

"Thank you for your wiseness. I believe students will be willing to know the glorious history of their family." Malfoy leaned slightly. These genealogies are not a combination of simple names and years of birth and death, but also include the main deeds of family members. Even photos, etc., are more detailed than the records in this family. As for why such detailed information is available, the wealth factor is inevitable. Malfoy spent a lot of energy for these dozens of books.

　　For example, to find a woman who had been crazyly infatuated with Black and buy back his photos at a high price.

　　Of course these are smoke bombs. His real intentions are actually hidden in a book.

When he left, he looked back deeply at the neatly placed books on the bookshelf, and thought in his mind: "The seeds have been planted, and when they germinate, all they have to do is to wait." (To be continued) .)