Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 21: Back to school and rumors

　　 The next morning, Malfoy got on the train back to school.

　　 There is one thing in the world that spreads faster than anyone thought, and that is rumors.

　　 Malfoy sat in the seat, and didn't even need to **** his ears to listen carefully, there were words like this in his ears:

　　 "Have you heard? Draco's wand was confiscated by the Ministry of Magic."

　　 "Why?"

　　 "I heard that he used a spell to torture Muggles and was discovered."

　　 "No way, he is usually a gentleman, and he looks very personable." Some girls said.

　　 "If you don't believe me, go and see if his wand is still there."

　　 It turned out that some girls pretended to pass by his seat unintentionally, and then ran away in a panic, apparently believing most of them.

　　 Malfoy is happy and pure, anyway, Slytherin's image has always been like this.

　　 "Is anyone here?" came a gentle female voice. "If you don't mind, I'll sit here." A girl sat in the seat next to Malfoy.

　　 "I haven't agreed yet." Malfoy was a little bit dumbfounded. "Also, I just tortured a Muggle severely a few days ago, classmate Qiu Zhang, are you not afraid?"

　　Qiu Zhang shook his head, stared at him and said, "I still believe in my own judgment." Then she asked: "Can you tell me what's going on?"

　　 "No comment." Just kidding, it would be terribly bad for Voldemort to know this kind of thing one day. She had a history of leaks in the last world line. As for a casual lie, Malfoy had no interest.

　　 Qiu Zhang let out a disappointed cry, but still insisted: "No matter what, I still believe in you."

　　 "Thank you." Malfoy replied politely, nodded slightly, and then started flipping through the latest issue of "Singing and Singing".

　　 The journey seemed short-lived, but when Malfoy returned to Hogwarts, the setting sun radiated the last rays of light, and it was already dinner time.

　　 Walking on campus, people come and go. Some students were afraid to avoid him. The students who walked in the front dodged their eyes, because they were afraid of being remembered by him. The students who passed by behind would always find opportunities to go around from other places.

　　 Of course, a small number of students in green robes followed him far away. Obviously, Malfoy in the rumors was very appetizing. The previous performance of the academy showed that he is very strong. The snake academy depends on the strong. , This is tradition.

　　 "It's over, get yourself in." Malfoy sighed inwardly. "Now Old Deng will probably call me to the office to educate me." Malfoy now is a vivid copy of Voldemort's boyhood. Followers, talent, and certain tendencies to be misunderstood were enough to make Dumbledore vigilant.

　　 "Take one step at a time." Malfoy comforted himself and walked slowly towards the restaurant.

　　 The banquet seems to have just begun. The plates in front of many people are still full. Hogwarts always has so many reasons to hold a banquet, and Christmas is over.

　　As soon as he found a seat and sat down, Pansy's face moved towards him, and she asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

　　 "What can I do." Malfoy smiled and waved his hand to explain that he was fine.

　　 Seeing that he smiled naturally, it didn’t look like a strong smile. Pansy let go, leaning forward, sitting back on the chair, and whispered, “I know you’re okay. You didn’t have some of the stories you told me. Less emphasis on racial equality." She paused, then said: "But I still hate Muggles."

　　 Malfoy is noncommittal. The change of concept is not a matter of one day or two.

　　 "I'm very dissatisfied with the Christmas present you gave!" Pansy knocked on the table, seemingly trying to attract his attention. "Aren't you supposed to give the pen and ink to the mud..." As if thinking of something, she stopped talking abruptly, "Give it to the Muggle witch?"

　　 did not wait for Malfoy to answer. Pansy continued: "But I still like the color of the ink."

　　 "And you have a conscience." Pansy glanced at his hand quickly and whispered.

　　 Malfoy raised his hands and looked at the pair of gloves with weird colors and some **** of thread.

　　 "Put it down." Pansy blushed and said hurriedly when he raised his hand to look at it.

　　 "You dare to knit, I dare to wear it, are you afraid of others watching it?" Malfoy smiled. He thought Pansy's appearance was so cute now that people couldn't help but amuse it.

　　 "Laugh again! Give it back to me." After saying this, Pansy wanted to get up, and it seemed that he really wanted to get the gloves back.

　　 "Isn't someone still confident when he writes?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows.

　　 "Don't mention it." Pansy's head drooped suddenly, her tone indescribably low. "I took a photo with my camera as a souvenir. When my mother saw it, she actually laughed at me."

　　 Then she started and said seriously: "You really give it back to me, I will change it again, it will definitely look better." Malfoy clearly saw the fighting spirit in Pansy's eyes, apparently with The mother was more vigorous.

　　 "There is no reason to take back the gift I gave out. I will keep it until the day I die." Malfoy looked at the glove with a cherished look, with indescribable affection.

　　 "Disgusting!" Pansy's face flushed even more, and the blush spread to the roots of her ears.

　　 "Okay, I won't tease you." Malfoy corrected his expression, and then said: "Thank you very much Miss Pansy for knitting this pair of gloves for me in her busy schedule. The particularity of a gift, I decided not to return it."

　　 "When did you become so slippery! Give me back that silly goose before." Pansy said bitterly.

　　 "Growth is irreversible, Miss." Malfoy smiled.

　　 In the end, the glove was still worn on Malfoy's hand, and it was not taken off, and Malfoy was not stared at by Pansy.

　　 "Harry, have you heard that?" The Gryffindor table was also full of heat. Ron reached into the middle of the table and took a pancake and said to Harry.

　　 "What did you hear?" Harry asked without looking up, he was destroying a chicken leg.

　　 "It's all over the academy, don't you know?" Ron first glanced at the Slytherin table, then whispered to Harry, "Draco was caught by the Ministry of Magic~IndoMTL .com~ It is said that he used magic to torture Muggles. I think if it weren't for his father, maybe he is already staying in Azkaban now."

　　 Ron was a little gloating.

　　 "But even so, his wand was confiscated." Ron continued.

　　 "That's a fluke." Harry couldn't help touching his chest, and he felt his heart beating violently. "It's hard to imagine, I actually proposed to ask him who Nico Lemay is, Ron, you really helped a lot."

　　 "Of course." Ron raised his head at this moment, feeling a little proud.

　　 "That's not the case." Hermione suddenly slapped the table and said loudly, causing the Gryffindor students to look at him, and even some Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students turned their gazes.

　　 "What's not like this?" Ron asked her. Obviously they didn't expect Hermione to speak for the Slytherin, he thought maybe Hermione was just thinking about a certain problem.

　　 "Nothing." Hermione said weakly. The sentence just now was her impulse. As soon as she finished speaking, she vented her suffocated breath. She didn't have the courage to admit that she was speaking for him. She was afraid of others Looked at her with strange eyes.

　　 "Hermione, we were worried about you before, but we didn't find a chance." Harry intervened. "You seem to be in a bad state at Christmas." Harry paused, and then said: "But now it looks like you are much better."

　　 "Yeah." Ron nodded.

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