Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 163: A hearty dinner

　　 "The head hurts." Pansy woke up from her sleep, muttered unconsciously, and then found herself sleeping on a soft leather sofa with a pink flannel blanket covering her body. He hurriedly lined his body with both hands, straightened up, looked around, and then saw the pale golden sunset sprinkled on the blue-black floor through the window, and the sofa where he was sitting was covered with luxurious carpets. .

　　 "Draco!" she yelled hurriedly, and left her for fear of Malfoy.

　　 "Are you awake?" Malfoy was now cleaning a tall bookcase in the living room with his toes slightly on his toes. The glass on it was broken, showing a few gaps, so he needed Using magic to partially enlarge the broken positions, to close the gap, but seeing Pansy waking up, he stopped his work.

　　 "I have to say that I was careless, this music box was magically used, but fortunately it was just a little hypnotic." Malfoy said, taking out the music box just now from his arms and handing it to Pansy .

　　 "I'm sorry, I was also recruited." Malfoy reluctantly said to Pansy, "But you are lucky, there is a sofa behind it, so I shouldn't have fallen over."

　　 "But I woke up earlier and saw your saliva dripping out of your sleep, so I couldn't bear to call you." Malfoy stared at Pansy and teased.

　　 "What?" Hearing these words, Pansy hurriedly put down the box, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then his face became red again, and the blush spread directly to the base of his ears.

　　 "You lie to me!" After a set of actions, Pansy realized that she had been fooled again, and said anxiously.

　　"As compensation, I will let you drool again when you see the delicious food. Now you can save a little. Although it is relatively desolate, there are still a few restaurants in other directions. Malfoy shrugged, then pointed to the setting sun outside the window, "Let's go, the lady who slept until she missed lunch, it's going to be night now."

　　 Malfoy said here, he heard a few "cooing" sounds as the scene happened.

　　 "Let's go, where are we going?" Pansy immediately turned over from the sofa, as if nothing had happened, quickly put on her shoes, stood up, and began to pretend Looking around.

　　 But the unconvincing "coo" sound began to echo in the room again.

　　 is another unspeakable silence.

　　 "Uh, well, let's not leave anymore. I starved a little cat, let the little cat's father know, maybe I abuse his daughter, then my life will be difficult."

　　 "Do you dare to say that my father is a cat?" Pansy said unconvincedly, leaning forward with his hips akimbo.

　　 "It seems that you still admitted what I said." Malfoy said solemnly, but when he saw Pansy breathing more and more quickly, he was about to blow up his hair, Malfoy raised his eyebrows and said. : "So give me a chance to buy you."

　　 "How is it, what do you want to eat?" He then asked.

　　 "I think about it." As soon as he mentioned food, Pansy started thinking with his head down, and temporarily gave up on the investigation.

　　 "I'll think about other things when I'm full." Pansy thought to himself.

　　 "Whatever the hostess wants to eat, Kreacher will do everything!" Pansy suddenly heard the voice of the house-elf who made her feel sick just now. Oh, it's called Kreacher.

　　 It was standing at Malfoy’s feet, and now it looked very energetic. Its chest was tall and straight, and the hairs in its ears were very neatly taken care of. The dirty rags that surrounded his waist before were quilted. It was so white that Malfoy wanted him to change into a new dress, but if it was given, the house elf might commit suicide immediately. In Kreacher's eyes, it would be a shame to set him free.

　　 But Pansy obviously didn't hear the following words. Just like a sophisticated computer suddenly crashed, the whole person suddenly lost the ability to think and stood there blankly.

　　"Female...Mistress?" Pansy repeated it stutteringly, but the voice was too low for Kreacher to hear.

　　 "Kreacher is good at all kinds of cooking." Kreacher raised his head proudly! Continue to say proudly.

　　 "Kreacher, you can call her Miss Parkinson." Malfoy interrupted Kreacher.

　　 "Kreacher, I order you to just call it that way!" Pansy stared at Kreacher hastily, his eyes lighted up.

　　 "Miss Parkinson, please trust Kreacher's craftsmanship!" Compared to Pansy's orders, Malfoy is the real owner of it now, so Kreacher immediately changed his name, and continued to explain his abilities in a serious manner. , And ignored Pansy's words behind.

　　 "I have cleaned the kitchen, please trust the quality of a qualified house-elf!" Kreacher thought he could see through Pansy's mind, and said preemptively.

　　 "Really?" Pansy asked, looking at Kreacher suspiciously, and wanted to stick to the "call" Pansy, and his attention was drawn to him again.

　　 "Of course!" Kreacher confidently said that the house elves are very good at housework. In the original story, Kreacher only hated those who occupied the magpie's nest and treated the Order of the Phoenix perfunctorily. The members even deliberately made trouble. Today, Malfoy fulfilled Regulus' last wish for him and gained Kreacher's respect from his heart.

　　 "Kreacher is best at steak and kidney pie!" Kreacher waved the knife and fork in his hand and said excitedly!

　　 But Pansy still ran down the second floor without believing in evil, and broke into the basement directly. The tables, chairs and benches covered with oil before really left a very deep impression on her.

　　 But when she stepped down the steps again, Pansy began to wonder if her memory was off. Maybe Malfoy modified her memory during the time she fainted. .

　　 As soon as he entered the kitchen, Pansy saw that the surrounding walls seemed to have been repainted with the corresponding color, showing a reddish-brown wood-like color, and the mildew spots on the wooden table were completely wiped out. The ones were cleaned up, just like they were newly bought. The only iron pots hanging from the ceiling were also taken down and placed on the table, where they were polished brightly.

　　 There is also a fire in the fireplace, charcoal is burning in the fire, making a crackling sound. .

　　 Other dishes and copper plates were neatly placed on the table, reflecting the rising flames, shining brightly.

　　 "Miss Parkinson, please give Kreacher a chance! Kreacher will definitely make a dinner that satisfies you and the host!" Kreacher stood on Pansy and bowed deeply.

　　 "Okay." Pansy can only nod, and Kreacher is a lot more pleasing now than just now, maybe the cooking is also good? There was a glimmer of expectation in her heart.

　　 French onion soup, stew, minced meat pie, custard... Pansy and Malfoy waited patiently for Kreacher’s cooking, the heavy knife was automatically cutting the ingredients, making a "da da" sound , The ceramic pot on the flame was bubbling with bubbles, emitting a seductive fragrance.

　　 Kreacher is very efficient.

　　 One dish was placed on the plate, and one after another was delivered.

　　 "When I went to your home as a guest, I had never seen such a rich dish." Pansy's eyes were no longer fixed on the rich food, but Malfoy said prickly.

　　 "Every wizard has his own field of expertise. The same goes for house elves. Dobby's field of expertise is cleaning and cleaning. The kitchen here is also cleaned by Dobby." Malfoy didn't care about this. , Explained patiently.

　　 "Kreacher, come to my house, I'll give you double salary." Pansy glanced at Kreacher who was still busy, then turned his provocative gaze on Malfoy, and said with anger.

　　 She is still "remembering" the issue of "address" not long ago.

　　 "Miss Parkinson." Kreacher turned his head, his big eyes widened, "Please don't insult the loyalty of a house elf." He said solemnly, and then turned his head to cook his own. Dishes, no longer pay attention to Pansy.

　　 "What about loyalty? You just came here today, obviously Draco." Pansy turned his face away again, and said in a low voice, feeling a little suffocated, but soon he was served a steady stream of food on the table. The scent is attracted.

　　 Soon, these foods became the object of her confession.

　　 "Aren't the two of them eating?" Pansy put the food she seemed to like in a bowl, thought of something, and asked Malfoy in a low voice.

　　 "It's also an insult to them to invite house elves to the table." Malfoy shrugged and said. He didn't mind having dinner with them, but Kreacher and Dobby would be very concerned about this issue.

　　 Even though Dobby still pursues freedom.

　　 Sadly, it is only a "limited" freedom. A little favor can make them grateful.

　　 Malfoy is unable to change this, and he has no extra energy to change it.

　　 He can only restrain himself and try to influence the people around him.

　　 "When I have time, can I ask them to do something else?" Pansy took a sip of the onion soup in front of him, and while stirring the thick soup with a spoon, he held his cheek Asked.

　　 "Don't go too far, I can agree." Malfoy nodded. He still has to stay in this house for a while. If he has no time to accompany her, it would be great if Pansy can find a way to relieve his boredom. .

　　 Kreacher’s craftsmanship is indeed very good. Even though he has been living in a muddle-headed manner for many years, his cooking skills have not declined, which makes the food on the table disappear at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

　　 After a while, the table became messy, and the first meal in Black’s ancestral house was over.

　　 "Heh." Pansy yawned, her eyes a little confused, and she became sleepy again, looking a little lazy.

　　 "Do you feel sleepy when you are full? Do you want to sleep in any room? Dobby should have already cleaned up the room upstairs. Do you want to check it out?" Malfoy offered his own suggestion.

　　 Pansy nodded in response.

　　 The two climbed to the top of the stairs, where there were only two doors, and the one facing him had a sign saying Sirius.

　　 Malfoy pushed the door open without hesitation.

　　 The dust on the floor and the chandeliers have been completely cleaned up. The room looks very spacious. There is a large bed with carved headboards. The high windows are covered by long velvet curtains. A pair of curtains hung beside them. The faded gold-red flag has the words "Gryffindor" embroidered with golden needles and threads.

　　 "If I hang this thing in my bedroom, I will definitely be beaten to death by my father. He hates Gryffindor the most." Pansy curled his lips and said in surprise.

　　 Then her gaze continued to scan the bedroom, and suddenly she noticed something, and her face quickly climbed up with two faint blushes.

　　 "That Sirius Black is really a shame to the Black family! As expected, he should be kicked out of the family tree." Pansy stomped angrily on the wooden floor, and then quickly ran to a silver-gray satin. In front of the wall, she stretched her hand over, and she wanted to tear off these nasty posters.

　　In addition to some motorcycle posters, there are also several posters of Muggle girls in bikinis. The girls are posing in seductive poses, staring straight at the people outside the paintings with bold and provocative eyes.

　　 Pansy exhausted her strength at this moment, her face flushed, but she still couldn't tear off the posters, and found that her efforts were in vain, she sighed depressedly, and she became dejected.

　　"Don’t bother, Pansy, Blake should also cast a permanent sticking curse on the wall, sticking these things, presumably to show his rebellion, against his parents, you can’t tear it off, if you I don't like it, then I will take you to the next room~IndoMTL.com~I will live here!" Pansy said hurriedly, "Also, turn your head over and you are not allowed to look at it!" she added.

　　 "My threshold is not low enough to be stimulated by a few posters." Malfoy laughed dumbly, and said immediately: "Well, I don't look at it, you like this room."

　　" By the way, if there is nothing else, you just stay in this room. Just now Dobby told me that there is a ghoul hidden in a toilet and I'm going to fix it , I think you certainly don't want to stay in a house with it?" Malfoy now turned his back to Pansy and said jokingly.

　　 "Then you go quickly." Pansy waved his hand, and said hurriedly, as if he was frightened by the ghoul in Malfoy's mouth.

　　 "If there is anything you can call Dobby or Kreacher, I will be there soon." Malfoy reminded at last and stepped out of this room.

　　 Seeing Malfoy’s leaving back, Pansy sighed with a long sigh of relief, then leaned back straight on the bed, carefully pulling out a delicate glass from his arms The vial was shook in front of his own eyes, and he looked at it carefully with his eyes, and it was filled with mother-of-pearl liquid.

　　 Pansy looked at it, and didn't even notice the silly smile on his face.

　　 She has already made her own plan.

　　

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