Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 104: Trust and pledge
"Remove this thing, hurry up!" The portrait in the frame screamed, which made it feel instinctive fear. Who made the components of the portrait be flammable. Eight?? One Chinese Website=≤≤≤
"You are here to feed your broken bird again. One day I will complain that your actions will cause damage to the principal's office at Hogwarts! And disrespect the portraits of the principals of the past!" Fini Yas was very angry, but he was helpless, because he was just a portrait now, and he couldn't do much other than spread the letter.
This is one of the costs of seemingly "eternal life".
Fox, who was curled up on the perch, saw the flames, and his lazy eyes immediately became energetic. It immediately stretched out its wings and rushed towards its food. The flames did not count. It was too big, it swallowed a whole ball with just one mouthful, then exhaled some smoke-like gray air, and burped a full. He flew back to the shelf, squinted and fell asleep.
"I didn't have this kind of pet when I was in power." Phineas said with a sour face at the moment, and then changed his expression from his previous casualness, "Dumbledore, you recently Is there any..."
"If you are asking about your offspring, he secretly invaded Hogwarts not long ago and made the school jumpy." Dumbledore seemed to know what he wanted to ask in his heart. The question, the answer is given in advance.
"I have said many times that it is impossible for the Black family to have a gangster, and my descendants will not have a traitor. His escape from prison means that he is innocent. The Black family will never escape after making a mistake!" Phinea Speaking loudly, it is hard to imagine how a painting can be so full of breath.
Even if Black announced that he had broken away from his family, he was still a slightly rebellious offspring in the eyes of the old man.
"If, I mean, if, if he can be caught by me or other teachers, then in Wiesengamau, I will let him undergo a fair trial." Dumbledore was innocent to Sirius He didn’t want to express his own opinion or not. Although his instinct told him that it was a bit tricky, he captured Sirius without trial and invested in Azkaban. He himself has some doubts, but if Sirius He was really innocent, how to explain his crazy laughter and the twelve-year life of Azkaban when he was born.
At least so far, there is no reason to persuade him, why has an innocent person never avenged him?
"Dumbledore..." Phineas wanted to continue arguing about this issue, but he stopped immediately, showing a playful smile: "The junior I admire is here, how about it? Let him in?"
There was a knock on the door.
"An educator rarely refuses a meeting requested by a student." Dumbledore said after looking at the portrait, and then said in a generous voice to the door, "The password is fudge, please come in."
The door was opened, and Malfoy quickly walked around the exquisite, hazy silverware, and came directly to Dumbledore's desk.
"My child, have you encountered any problems?" Dumbledore asked kindly, just like facing any ordinary student, but the dark tide gradually surged in his heart.
He now clearly knows that the student in front of him is full of guard against him. Compared with most students, he has shown his ordinary learning ability and mind.
He didn't expect a student to learn Occlumency in the first grade.
This is also one of the main reasons why he miscalculated.
A misunderstanding may have caused a bad feeling that is difficult to eliminate.
Except for the accident last year when he was in a hurry, Dumbledore had not actively probed the memory of any student.
When I met this little guy, I just wanted to get a rough idea of what the child was thinking at the time.
After all, Malfoy took the Sorcerer's Stone away. In any case, he needs to know something deeper. He will not probe the memory of an ordinary student at will. Since the students respectfully call him the principal, Naturally, he must be worthy of that trust.
He just hopes to get some signs that symbolize emotions. Now he is still thinking, if he could pay more attention to Tom Riddle, and perceive his hatred and greed, whether this would not happen.
However, he didn't intend to probe deeper, but he was violently countered. Without any psychological preparation, he was actually affected by a phantom.
No one can remain calm after seeing his own death with his own eyes.
Even if he is Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard today or in history.
Of course, he trusted Snape as always. He believed it was just an illusion, even if it seemed indisputably real.
As for now, Dumbledore began to trust the boy in front of him more.
Because not long ago, he saw Pansy's patron saint on the court, which surprised him inexplicably.
This is the best proof. The students who stayed with him have gradually changed, and it is a good direction. Otherwise, due to the influence of the girl student’s family background and parents, the patron saint curse may not have a relationship with her for a lifetime. .
Furthermore, as early as last year’s secret room incident, Malfoy proved his position. The words Malfoy said before he fell into a coma made him entangled for a long time, and finally he vaguely guessed the boy’s intentions, so he decided to go against it. Up their own principles.
Everyone hates lies, but sometimes this is an essential method.
As for now, he can only do his best to make up for the relationship between the two. He can't be too enthusiastic. It will arouse the suspicion of the student in front of him. What he can do is to treat the student with his heart and let the cracks in time. Eliminate under the effect.
Unfortunately, his normal heart didn't last long.
"I can solve the problem of those dementors." Malfoy said slowly, but what he said was shocking.
"Huh?" Dumbledore's silver eyebrows raised high, as if he had heard something surprising, of course this event itself is indeed worthy of surprise.
The fingertips of his hands are facing each other, and he is lost in thought.
After a while, he helped his half-moon lens and said, "You can always surprise me, Draco, then, can you tell me how? And what I need to do What?"
Malfoy just wanted to speak, but he was interrupted by Dumbledore’s grin: "By the way, don’t tell me that I was going to serve the dementor’s lair myself, so maybe it will be predicted tomorrow. The headline in the daily newspaper is not that the dementors disappeared collectively, but that my old man is unemployed."
"Not to mention that it's too tiring. There are so many dementors in Azkaban. Can you be considerate of the old man, right?" Dumbledore is now trying to make his expression serious, and let him start just now. The joke is more comical.
Sometimes the childlike innocence is not lost, which is really not a commendatory term.
"I'm talking about solving the dementor's problem, not the dementor itself." Malfoy's eyes narrowed. He knew that the old man whose mental age had suddenly dropped was joking with him, but still Can not be patient to explain, to satisfy his evil taste.
Dumbledore is a necessary link for him to deal with the Dementors, and it is also his own action again to make a stand.
"If you are really willing to help me, then in the next time, your identity will temporarily become a bodyguard, witness, and Auror, yes, and my supervisor, if you don’t trust My words."
"It's a great honor!" Dumbledore blinked and said happily, ignoring Malfoy's somewhat dissatisfied words.
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Degraded streets, dirty streets. Bustling streets, noisy streets.
The night is like water, the orange lights are intertwined with the greasy powdery air, exuding an ambiguous atmosphere, and the neon colors of the hotels on both sides of the street are dazzling. This is a paradise for the rich. Whether they are rich, in power, decadent, or sloppy, they can choose this street to spend their boring time and comfort their empty sex.
Under the glamour, what is covering up is sin and cruelty.
The gangster, the fire union. woman,**.
In the deeper part of a certain hotel, there may be more difficult to imagine power-for-money transactions.
Compared with the feasting, feasting, and drunken fans of these golden caves, the desolation and decline of the other nearby blocks is even more ironic.
More people who are struggling with food and clothing can only do the most humble work or even illegal activities to maintain their lives, stealing, pimping and even more sinful ways to maintain their livelihoods.
Who can see the darkness under the bustling city?
And today this street that never sleeps seems to usher in a strange guest.
Because he is a little young.
"Brother, this is not where you should be." A girl with heavy make-up greeted her, her dress was extremely revealing, and she could see a touch of whiteness on her chest at any time if she wanted to.
Malfoy didn't squint, just walked forward on his own.
"Ah, she's pretty handsome, I can't tell." The girl moved closer, her eyes looked up carefully. The pale gold, gray pupils, and slightly thin cheeks are all in line with the public's aesthetics. She also had to add the clothes that didn't seem cheap and the long figure, which made her heart moved.
It shouldn’t be a problem to try small fresh meat? Even if he didn't pay, he earned it by himself, and it seemed that the boy was very temperamental, and he might still be a fat sheep.
Thinking of this, her eyes narrowed and she showed a usual slutty smile, fiddled with her somewhat rustic gold earrings, and prepared to use her soliciting tactics against the underage boy.
"Oh oh oh, you can really talk, how about I call you sweetheart?"
"Big sister will take you to do many interesting things."
The passers-by all looked blankly at the woman who was so provocative at a street lamp, but they were surprised and felt a little interesting, and they couldn't help but applaud.
"Now that the competition among street girls is too fierce, they are forced to practice soliciting in front of street lights, but this spirit is still very dedicated." This is the inner thoughts of the masses.
About a few minutes later, the woman woke up from her intoxicated look, looked at the crowd of onlookers, her face turned blue and red.
Did she be stunned just now? To the street lamp**?
Now she can clearly see that above her head is a somewhat old street lamp, with an orange halo on it, shining straight on her face, the gentle tone now she It feels particularly dazzling.
Besides sadness, the pungent side is revealed again.
"Why don't you look at it, aren't there many in the street?" The woman said viciously, but she surprised a group of people on the street.
Malfoy never imagined that his random obfuscation spell would bring so many episodes, but even if he knew it, he wouldn't care.
He has more important things to do now.
For example, going to an appointment.
Walking through the feasting streets and bustling neighborhoods is filled with strips of desolate areas, abandoned factories, old buildings, all showing the dilapidation and desolation of this place, and the dim lights not far away The contrast is particularly strong, giving people a sense of deformity.
Malfoy stood in front of a building seemingly casually, stopped his steps, then walked slowly to the top of the stairs, stepping up the stairs, his goal was the top floor.
"You are here." In the corridor, outside the iron gate stood a tall and thin old man. His silver length and beard looked particularly dazzling in the dim environment. The old man was looking at him with complicated expressions.
"No one has escaped, right?" Malfoy asked.
"Of course." Dumbledore nodded slightly, looking calm.
But this is just the surface. It has been a long time since his heart made waves that caused a huge wave like today. The last time his heart fluctuated so much, maybe it was because Voldemort had not completely died.
Today ~IndoMTL.com~ he has done too many horrific things with this student.
For example, he became a witness once.
As a respected predecessor in the wizarding world, he has witnessed many oaths. The wizards used various spells to restrain the behavior of both parties and reached an agreement. He was both a sworn and too many witnesses, but not long ago The previous testimony made him feel cold.
"I can promise to provide endless food and habitat for your tribe. Can you guarantee that your tribe will not deal with Muggles or wizards other than the food I provide?"
"I............I wish............intention." In the dimly lit room, Malfoy was standing in the empty center, while a camera was floating on the opposite side. The spirit monster, the same hood, cloak, crusted palms, and the cold and cold breath that exudes anytime and anywhere. The difference is that his body is bigger than other dementors. After listening to the vows After the first one, it responded slowly with a spit out, and didn't know where his voice came from, because he had no facial features. The only thing he knew was that his voice was full of emptiness and nothingness, echoing throughout the room.
Dumbledore also stood beside them and watched silently, without saying a word. (To be continued.)