Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 413: Exposure

In the corridor, a brown cat is running fast. Hermione still maintains her cat's posture. She wants to rush to the forbidden forest.

It doesn't matter if Luna said it was true or false.

Similarly, the conversation just now allowed her to connect a series of weirdness before.

She remembered the eerie and secretive breath.

Will it be related to him?

There is also Luna's patron saint curse just now, what is that for?

In a short period of time, countless doubts surfaced in my heart.

At this time, in the forbidden forest, Malfoy had disappeared. The mist was filled with thorns. Hermione shuddered as she looked at the invisible forest. She quickly relieved herself of Animag. Si's form looked around for a long time.

I noticed the disgusting breath.

Looking up, it was a tall tree. Hermione raised her foot and kept getting closer. The closer she got to the tree, the stronger the feeling.

There is a circle of extremely thin rectangular traces around the tree, as if it had been cut once.

"Torn apart!" Hermione kept her distance and gently raised her wand.

Unexpectedly relaxed, but Hermione's face suddenly became pale, and her amber pupils suddenly shrank

The rotten smell and nausea reminded her of many bad memories. But there was nothing in front of her.

Hermione shone brightly, and she raised her magic wand and shouted:

Call God to guard!

The flames are raging!

The piece of cloth was curling and burning.

"Invisibility Cloak?" This concept came to her mind all of a sudden.

The dementor is wearing a broken black cloak.

The invisibility cloak was burned, revealing the hidden figure.

Except for Dumbledore’s patron saint which can kill the dementors, most people can only retreat.

"Call God to guard!"

The dementor was forced to go back.

Hermione was out of breath.

She kept thinking about why the long-lost Dementor appeared in the Forbidden Forest.

At the same time, there is an explanation for the previous situation-why Firenze is so irritable and the scope of the territory is compressed.

Where did Malfoy come when he disappeared? For the dementor? When she thought of these evil creatures being hidden in the school, she felt a chill in her heart.

Voldemort conquered these monsters?

She is going to tell Professor McGonagall immediately.

"Miss Granger?"

She heard a scream from behind herself, and turned around immediately.

"Dobby?"

"What are you doing here! Where's your master!"

She looked at the dark cabinet behind Dobby.

It is hard to imagine that such a thin body can carry such a large box.

But in fact, the magic of house elves is very powerful. After all, it can solve the cleaning of the entire manor. A cabinet can't help them.

"What is this? And, what is the matter with the dementor hidden in the tree?" Hermione asked.

"Dobby wants to keep a secret." In fact, the IQ of the house elves is still not very high, and Dobby's anxious appearance can be said to expose a lot.

"Is your master in this cabinet now?"

Although I know that there is no logic in this sentence, it contains several key information.

But since it is so important, there must be an important connection.

"No, Dobby is going to keep a secret!" Dobby suddenly became nervous and shuddered all over.

He raised his finger, and a blue light came from between his fingers, and it had always been weak to attack the wizard.

"Dobby is sorry Miss Granger, but Dobby must first be loyal to his master!"

"Armor..."

Hermione was knocked down all at once

"Sorry, Dobby shouldn't resist" Dobby wiped his tears,

"But Dobby has to solve it all" he muttered, turned around, and continued to carry the strange cabinet.

But she didn't see Hermione lying in the grass raising her wand to him.

"Fainted!"

A flash hit Dobby, his body was thrown high, his head hit the cabinet fiercely, and his whole body tilted and leaned against the side of the cabinet.

Hermione looked at this strange cabinet full of strange patterns, took a deep breath, held her wand high in her right hand, staying vigilant, and slowly opened her left hand.

"Fluorescence flashes!" She illuminated the dimly lit cabinet, but found no strange sight.

What she didn't notice was that Dobby's arm swayed insignificantly, aiming behind her.

There was a strong impact behind him, and he rushed in.

The whole cabinet lost its balance and began to roll up along the long hillside

"Dobby made a mistake! Dobby made a mistake!" Dobby clutched his cheek and shook his head trying to catch up. He saw that every time it collided with a rock, there was a slight deformation. After reaching the flat ground, it was pitted. , As if falling apart.

On the other side of the cabinet, fortunately Hermione has already passed through the vanishing cabinet. If not, her body may have been cut into countless pieces.

Almost immediately after waking up, she felt cold, both physically and psychologically.

She carefully observed her surroundings, and the only light came from the iron gate not far in front of her.

It looked like a cellar. The light shot down from the top of the stairs and went straight through the iron railings. Hermione saw the dust escaping around her.

She looked back at the cabinet in front of her. If she guessed correctly, this cabinet was connected to the cabinet just now.

Her vigilance rose.

In unknown places, every time you stay there is a little more dangerous.

But it's unrealistic to return to the original path. Dobby hasn't followed for so long, which means it should be damaged.

Some magic items are very fragile, even with a very slight touch, let alone after a violent collision.

In order to verify, she took out a piece of parchment from her pocket.

Into it, with a piercing sound, the whole parchment was cut in two, leaving a rough, as if torn.

It’s impossible to return to the original way. Whether it’s to inquire about intelligence or to find an opportunity to leave, you must leave

And on the floor, what greeted her?

At least Hermione didn't know.

Malfoy, who was reporting information to Voldemort, didn't know that another outsider had appeared in his home.

"Yes, this information is indeed very effective."

The light blue table top revealed a cold breath, and the long square table stretched from in front of Voldemort to the end of the hall.

The long table was full, and Malfoy was half-arched, looking humbly at the ground from the chair, waiting for Voldemort's review.

Voldemort half leaned on the seat, squinting at his powerful hand with his scarlet eyes. He was slender and pale, like the fingers of a spider's legs gently shaking the blood in the transparent goblet. The red liquid exudes an intoxicating fragrance.

Malfoy successfully completed the "undercover" mission and returned to his own home.

"They are all damned old faces ten years ago."

There is a thick stack of parchment on the table in front of Voldemort, and his other hand is flipping through it casually.

Every time you open one, it quickly burns into ashes with sparks and dissipates in the air. On the parchment is the information of the school faculty and staff, as well as the recent situation.

In addition, there is a detailed map to any corner of Hogwarts.

It's as detailed as a live spot map, except that there is no dynamic change, but this one was quickly burned.

Excellent wizards have a strong memory. This is the most basic condition.

"Are you sure Potter is still at school."

"Master, he is Gryffindor." Malfoy said with a slight humility while smiling.

"Yes, he is a Gran...Fendor!" Voldemort's tone changed suddenly.

"The people in that college have always had the courage of reckless people."

"For example, now, my loyal Nagini smells a very disgusting smell."

"That is the smell of Muggle."

"My Nagini ate too much Muggle, that is his favorite taste, but also the most familiar taste."

Malfoy's heart tightened, and he squeezed the wand in his cuffs, because Voldemort's gaze suddenly locked on him, and he couldn't leave, and then he realized that it was not him, but his back.

Voldemort didn't even lift his wand, he raised his pale, long finger and pointed at his right front at random.

A stout red light shoots out.

Swipe past Malfoy's right cheek

With a muffled sound, a thin figure appeared in front of the crowd and fell straight to the ground.

Who else could it be, of course the hapless Miss Hermione.

History is always surprisingly similar.

Hermione under the phantom body curse fell to the ground, losing her magical power, and gradually showing her form, she fell to the ground, the expression in her eyes gradually diminished.

The long brown curly hair covered her face in disarray.

Looking at the **** the ground, Malfoy's pupils shrank suddenly, his fists were squeezed, and cold sweat quickly flowed from the back of his neck to his back.

Even though his heart is turbulent, he can only stay silent for a while and suppress his nervousness. .

"Hey, look, there is a mudblood in the place where we are meeting..."

The vampire present suddenly showed his fangs, and the werewolf scratched his chest with his claws.

"Let’s think about it, I recognize her, she is a good friend of Mr. Savior."

"What should I do with her."

"Kill her, it seems a bit too cheap for her." Voldemort showed a tangled expression, entanglement is an illusion.

The "tangled" here. Of course, I was worried about the choice of torture method.

Malfoy forced himself to calm down. At this time, mobilizing the muscles of his face, his breathing became heavy, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes were staring at the fallen girl in front of him.

But try to be as quiet as possible, yet it just caught Voldemort's attention.

"Draco? You seem to be excited, do you hate her a lot?" Voldemort was keenly aware of an extremely weak killing intent.

But not at him.

I noticed something, and asked Malfoy playfully, the pale fingers playing with the magic wand full of powerful magic.

Exquisite contemplation is very energy intensive.

Voldemort is accustomed to a cursory sweep, and you can know how people feel about him.

It was a mixture of excitement and resentment, which he had temporarily pierced out of Malfoy.

The latter's nerves are extremely tense now, but he still mobilizes his facial muscles, manipulates his brain with Occlumency, and quickly builds up memories that don't exist.

"In school, she broke my good deeds many times, and my school activities were broken by her countless times!" Malfoy made an expression of resentment and clenched his fists.

"Almost killed by her once."

"Slytherin coward! Coward, you dare not approach this monster at all."

Eagle Horse-Barcobic.

"Who said I dare not!"

Malfoy rushed over and was knocked to the ground.

Sweeping lightly, I saw his shallow, or deliberately shallow memories.

"Let us guess how this female mudblood got in."

Malfoy's face suddenly turned pale.

"Maybe I was followed this time too!" The last trace of blood on his pale face quickly gathered away.

"Master, please forgive my fault." Malfoy said hurriedly.

Voldemort stroked his palm, as if thinking about something, then suddenly smiled triumphantly.

"Of course I know that if this poor Mudblood lady knew she would come here to meet me, she would definitely not come."

"The group of Hogwarts didn't have time to escape. The only ones who dared to come were Gryffindor fools."

"Let me think about it."

"This is the manor of the Malfoy family."

"Everything here belongs to the owner of the manor, right?"

"Yes, because everything we have is owned by the master." Malfoy's heart beat faster and faster, and then humbly replied.

"Oh? I don't really want this answer. I just suddenly felt that it would be great if the real host greeted the guests."

"It's up to you to humiliate her, I can feel that this mudblood may be a hard bone, and the heartbreaking spell may be useless."

"I remember ~IndoMTL.com~ For female Muggles and witches, there is a way to completely collapse them, right?..." Voldemort hinted almost explicitly.

"Of course, this requires you to make a certain sacrifice. After all, you may not be willing to accept this mudblood. Maybe a werewolf or a vampire can also?"

"I don't mind. After all, hatred is the only way to wash it with your own hands." Malfoy tugged at the muscles of his face, his shoulders trembled slightly, showing the excitement of getting the revenge and getting what he wanted. But looking at Hermione's eyes, there was another tinge of disgust that was just right.

"Then leave it to you. I believe you will be satisfied. In addition, in the end, I want a reasonable explanation of how she followed. Maybe, I can give us some information about the savior." Voldemort licked his pale lips, as if thinking of something interesting.

The Dark Lord agreed with Malfoy's statement, as if he was going to execute the Mr. Potter himself. .

For him now, interrogating in person is a bit inconsistent with his identity.

Malfoy only then slowly breathed a sigh of relief, relieved.