Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 49: Riddle

　　 Malfoy felt like he had broken into an endless pipe, it was pitch black all around, and everything was sticky, and his face was hurt by the yin wind generated by the convection, as if a sharp blade was passing through his ears. , The **** is very steep in some places, the entire passage has seven turns, and there are some branch roads composed of small pipes, but obviously it cannot accommodate the width of a person.

　　 To be on the safe side, Malfoy applied a floating technique to himself to reduce shocks and avoid accidents.

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

　　 "Fluorescence flashes!" He waved his wand to illuminate himself.

　　 Even though he slowed down his pace, his steps still rattled on the damp ground. There was nothing in the tunnel except for the sound of footsteps, which highlighted its gloomy and desolate atmosphere, let alone occasionally It can also make a clicking sound when stepping on the skulls of various other animals.

　　 "Is this the peeled skin of that guy?" Malfoy glanced at the huge snake skin not far away. It was dazzling bright green. It was lying on the ground of the tunnel, and it was empty inside. Obviously, the animal that had just shed this layer of skin was at least twenty feet long, and when converted into meters, it would be a six-meter-long guy.

　　The hunters in the forest would always say such a sentence, I would rather face 500 venomous snakes than a python, a bite by the former may have an antidote, and the latter will directly hang you directly. You will feel that there is less and less oxygen in your body, and your life will be lost a little bit. Watching yourself go to death may be more frightening than death itself.

　　 Then I needed the basilisk I was facing now, with a huge body and fangs. Combining the two, I also opened a flashing instant kill.

　　 Malfoy was not here to die, at least his identity would not allow Riddle to grow up as soon as he saw him, and Riddle may be a little lonely after seeing him for so long, Lockhart and him must have been unable to talk to each other. , Most likely Riddle looked at him like he was looking at a fool.

In the original 　　, Riddle still chirped with Harry before starting to kill.

　　 Malfoy continued to walk past the huge snakeskin. The tunnel turned one turn after another. Finally, he carefully turned another turn, and finally found a solid wall standing in front of it. Engraved with two snakes entwined with each other, their eyes are studded with large, shiny emeralds, which makes people know that the green light in their eyes is not just a word to describe.

　　 "It really didn't work." Malfoy's body tightened. He just wanted to deform his buttons, but found no effect. He tore open another rooster roaring letter and found that it was also like a leak. Like an angry ball, it was "dumb".

　　 "He really is prepared." Malfoy felt a chill, but it didn't affect his plan.

　　 "Open." Malfoy said to the two stone snakes in the snake language he had forcibly remembered.

　　 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 dived in.

　　 He looked around. This is a long, darkly lit room. There are many towering stone pillars around it, all of which are uniformly engraved with entangled snakes. These pillars support and melt in the high darkness. The ceiling casts long and treacherous shadows on the whole room filled with green mystery.

　　 "It's really uncomfortable to be stared at by this thing." Malfoy shivered. From any angle, Malfoy felt the stone snake staring at him closely, which made him feel depressed, quite uneasy.

　　 When 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-fashioned monkey-like face, a sparse long beard, dragged almost all the way to the hem of the wizard's robe carved out of stone, and two big gray feet stood on the smooth floor of the room. on. Between those two feet, lay a man in an emerald green robe. The hair is golden wavy.

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

　　 A figure suddenly slid out from behind the stone pillar. Malfoy knew that the Lord had come. The figure had black hair and a tall figure, but the body was not completely solid. It was a little transparent, which made people feel It feels like he is a ghost.

　　 "Oh?" the boy said. "I thought it would be Harry Potter who came here, but I didn't expect it to be you."

　　 "I think about it," he said to himself. "Well, what Lockhart admired most besides Harry is you, because you gave him a bottle of his favorite whiskey, which is ridiculous. Draco Malfoy, right?" Riddle looked at Malfoy Said, with some sarcasm in his tone, he should have targeted Lockhart, who has not shown maliciousness so far, perhaps because Malfoy is pure blood.

　　 "Lord Dark Lord!" Malfoy began to slam his acting skills again. He cupped his chest with his hands, his eyes showed a fanatical expression, and he shouted out piously.

　　 Riddle was surprised when he heard the name, his eyes suddenly sharpened, as if he was about to kill if he didn't agree with him.

　　 Malfoy didn't care about him at all, as if he had discovered something, he rushed to the diary beside Lockhart.

　　 "Stay away from that book!" Riddle snapped, and a scarlet light flashed in his eyes. Malfoy ignored him. He quickly took out a bottle with a bright red liquid in it and poured it into the diary. .

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

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

　　 "Dragon's blood." Malfoy seemed to realize that he was a little gaffe, and he stuttered the word.

　　 "Perfect!" Riddle said excitedly, and it seemed that Malfoy had initially gained his trust. "Much more vitality than this straw bag." As he said, he looked at Lockhart lying on the side in disgust.

　　 "How do you know these secrets?" But Riddle looked at him carefully. "My father told me." Malfoy tried to say it in a proud tone.

　　 "Lucius," Riddle murmured. Obviously he has almost learned Lockhart's memories, and these circumstances can already be seated. "It seems that your father is trusted by me." Riddle laughed.

　　 "My father doesn't want to believe that you are dead. He firmly believes that the Dark Lord is impossible to die. You are the omnipotent god, and a body will not stop you." Malfoy continued to tout Looking at the person in front of him, he saw that Riddle's body gradually turned into a solid form, which was so different from the original. The Riddle just now 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 help you." Malfoy lowered his head, "So please forgive him for his seemingly betrayal before." It seemed that Riddle was not going to look up without forgiving his father.

　　Ridelmo touched Lockhart’s gorgeous wand, and said happily: "You father and son have shown your loyalty with actions, I am satisfied, how can I blame it.". He also said: "If it is not a trustworthy person, I don't think I will tell your father this important secret of mine."

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

　　 "Oh, don't be nervous, boy, I have always been very tolerant of my loyal men, let alone you have done nothing." He said tolerantly, feeling very uncoordinated. Can you imagine a teenager saying such old-fashioned words?

　　 "Yes." Malfoy slowly raised his head.

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

　　 "Will that man die?" Malfoy shrankly pointed to Lockhart, showing the fear that a teenager should have in the face of a dead person.

　　 "Oh, this is an interesting question," Riddle said happily. "It's a long story. As far as I can see, the real reason Lockhart became like this is because he opened his heart to an invisible stranger and told all his secrets."

　　 seems to have been holding back for too long, or maybe he wanted to show off to his loyal subordinates, brush loyalty or something, Riddle began to talk about how he bewitched Lockhart.

　　 "Seriously, I have lived for so many years, and this is the first time I have encountered this kind of weird." Riddle couldn't help laughing happily.

　　"He told me that he was embarrassed in his class. What's that called? Elf? Dozens of elves made him jump in class. I comforted him. In fact, he is very powerful. "

　　 "It's so funny, I wonder if Dumbledore is completely dim-eyed and chose such a straw bag as the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." He sneered.

　　"Fortunately, it's just a memory. If you know that you are not as good as this idiot, you might kill him right away." Malfoy didn't forget to spit in his heart, and on the surface he still looked attentively listening to the leadership's instructions.

　　" Then I watched him write in his diary again. He was afraid that one day he would be found out as someone who knows nothing but the Forgotten Curse. He wanted to keep a low profile, but couldn’t help showing off those that didn’t belong to him. His experience, he constantly blamed himself, and I continued to enlighten him-you are capable, but you lack an opportunity."

　　 "I also asked him to kill chickens and told him that he could gain power. He really believed it. It was a big laugh."

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

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

　　 "He actually lost the bones of the boy who beat me." Riddle laughed presumptuously. "So I have to give him some rewards," he said.

　　 "He wrote in his diary again that he can no longer bear so many skeptical glances. He wants real strength." Riddle chuckled lightly. "So I satisfied him."

　　 "But there is nothing in the world that is not exchanged for equal value, so he paid his life." Riddle looked at Lockhart lying on the ground in disgust. "He should die in a while."

　　 "I'm very satisfied," Riddle said. "It looks like the assistant he defeated was once my subordinate, Draco, do you know what's going on?"

　　 Malfoy shook his head pretendingly.

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

　　 "Well, my strength hasn't fully recovered yet. It will take some time. You go, I will come to you again." He licked his lips. "The next time I meet at Hogwarts, there shouldn't be any more Mudbloods." He murmured.

　　 Malfoy only said one sentence in his heart: "You're done." When I waited, I ran to Dumbledore's office and gave a short report, and the year could end happily.

　　 "But." He said gloomily, and looked at a pillar behind Malfoy: "You seem to have brought in a tail. You are still a dirty mudblood~ IndoMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read. , The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~IndoMTL.com~ mobile phone users, please go to read.