Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 115: The Rat and the Dog (Part 1)

In the dimly lit room, several walls were covered with medieval-style adventure tapestries and portraits of Slytherin himself, almost covering the entire wall, and the green silk wall hangings were not full, and several small beds were covered. The sheets are silver silk, and the ceiling is covered with silver-white lanterns. "Hunting" Web www. ΔLieWen. Cc

The Slytherin students here today all left their dorms because of Christmas. Now, there are only one person and one rat left here.

"How? Are you down to the point of being scared out of your body by a bark?" Malfoy knelt down, looking at the big iron cage in front of him and said, what is extremely disproportionate is this at least. A cage the size of an adult man, now only contains a rat, curled up in the corner.

"Oh, look." Malfoy pretended to be surprised. He took out a piece of parchment from his arms, covered with fine maps and text, and shook it in front of the mouse, "You are not Is it called Shaban? Why is Peter shown on this map?" Malfoy narrowed his eyes and said jokingly.

"It seems that Weasley is very good to you, and I gave you another name that is commonly used, right?" Malfoy said, tapping the big iron cage lightly with his hand, and it is well polished. The black on the pitch-black iron rod was so deep that it almost exhausted all the surrounding light.

Scarball flees desperately with the shaking of the cage in horror. He feels that he is already in a catastrophe. When he sees the map, he understands everything, and he no longer thinks about why he was halfway. It was strange that a cage that fell from the sky was covered.

"You are thinner than I thought. No matter how thin you are, the gaps in this cage will not be able to contain you." Malfoy said, touching his chin.

"How about it, haven't you been to Slytherin's dormitory, is the smell here more accustomed to you than Gryffindor's dormitory?" Malfoy stood up and opened his arms.

"But even if it is a betrayal, it is rare in our Slytherin College, and it is worth spurning on."

Every time Malfoy said a word, the more nervous and horrified in his heart, the huge fear was like a giant python, he could swallow it at any time, and he even wanted to change back into a human form now and directly ask for mercy. But this cage completely restricted the operation of the magic power in his body, making him unable to change back to his original appearance. Now he can only scream desperately, showing his anxiety and fear.

"Are you right? Peter Pettigrew? The less faithful servant of the Dark Lord?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows.

"It's also possible that you like Wormtail better." Malfoy pretended to tilt his head and thought, as if he was really worried about what to call him.

The petty dwarf Peter now shrank to the corner of the cage again, shuddering, and his entire body was erected, just like a hedgehog. On his pointed nose, those small black eyes rolled around in the deep concave eye sockets, seeming to be thinking of a way to get out.

"You must be curious now, right? Why did I know this secret." Malfoy said slowly, but the harder his tone was, the deeper his eyes became.

"My luck is very good." Malfoy continued. "The twin brothers of your current master sent me a very useful map." Malfoy sighed, "Bigfoot, tines , Wormtail, Moon face... When you were involved in making this map, did you think that one day you would be calculated by this map?"

The trembling body of Peter Pettigrew gradually stopped.

"You should have been to Filch's office many times, right?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows. "I have a good relationship with him now. He often complains to me that a rat disturbs him and makes him feel uneasy. The soul of Mrs. Loris was gone."

"Want to get the map back? To escape Black's tracking?" Malfoy sneered. "You are still so timid. You have never considered taking the initiative to solve the problem. You will only escape. If you can't escape, you will choose to betray." Malfoy clapped his hands, but no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like you really appreciate it. .

"I should be able to answer your questions. Why do you say I know this secret?"

"I'm thinking about what to do next." Malfoy used his wand to support his chin, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Do you think the dog and mouse fight is pretty?" Malfoy asked, and then he laughed: "I am looking forward to what you two will get in a cage." Malfoy's wand pointed to his own bed. At the end, Peter Pettigrew couldn't help but stared in the direction of his wand.

In an instant, he just felt that he had nowhere to go.

Playing as a mouse for many years has taught him the ability of night vision. Under the pitch-black bed, he saw another cage, larger than the one for him, and lying in it was a black dog he knew better. That's the fundamental reason why I behaved like this these days.

After finally stopping, the trembling body began to shudder uncontrollably.

He felt that in front of this boy, his unbearable secret was like an onion that was peeled off piece by piece, nakedly revealed.

He wondered if he would get his neck snapped immediately if he got along with Black in this state.

He was so frightened, he desperately scratched the hard floor with his paws, making a nasty noise, trying to leave marks on the ground.

"Perhaps you can take the same path as Blake." Malfoy ignored the manic actions that Peter Pettigrew had now lost his mind, and continued to say to himself: "My veritaserum is still here. There is a little left, it's delicious, do you want to try it?" While taking out a small transparent bottle from his arms, there was about one-tenth of the liquid left in it.

Malfoy shook his head and sighed, and said with a finger: "His willpower is very tenacious. He deserves to be a man who has been tortured by dementors for more than ten years and has been able to maintain his sense. He just started to tell the truth."

Malfoy gave Peter a contemptuous look, and then said, "You, one drop is enough?"

Peter finally knows how Malfoy learned the secrets about him.

But under the pressure of the fear of death, Peter Pettigrew's head began to fly around. He was thinking about how he should beg for mercy in order to seek a chance to survive.

While he was thinking, a magic wand was suddenly inserted into the gap of the iron rod of the cage, and a fierce blue-and-white light burst from the tip, and his eyes had to be closed tightly by the shining light.

The mouse's small mouth kept screaming sharply.

His little black body writhed crazily on the floor, another dazzling flash, and then—it was like a quick shot of watching the growth of the trees. A head appeared on the ground; limbs also stretched out; after a while, a man stood on the spot where the mouse was just now, wringing his hands cringly, his whole body trembling like chaff, his squinted eyes couldn't help looking around. , I just didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of the boy in front of me.

"How long have you not taken a shower?" Malfoy's eyes were full of disgust, but he walked a few steps closer to the cage, and said in a brisk tone that was very different from the previous one: "But, I have to say, you Good luck, Peter."

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Compared to Peter Pettigrew, who is lucky, Sirius Black's luck may not be so good.

A cunning fox can’t beat a good hunter, because the hunter is already invincible from the innate position. If the hunter doesn’t catch the prey, there will be no serious consequences, but once the prey is caught, what will be the end result? One can imagine.

Time goes back to earlier, during the vacation that Malfoy discussed with Fudge.

When Malfoy and Fudge finished their discussions, he braved the storm and returned to the castle, and got a surprise.

Filch happily ran over with his oil lamp to inform him that the **** dog he wanted to catch had been caught, and then Filch took him to his room which was still dilapidated. Go to the office where the smell of grilled fish is still full.

"Look, this one is right." Filch said proudly.

A cage was placed on his desk, and a **** dog was staring directly at them. It was hard to imagine a dog with such a focused expression.

It's still the same iron cage, but compared to Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black's body is much larger. There is no fear or panic in the black dog's eyes, but ferocity and indifference are revealed in the black dog's eyes. "

Sometimes, asking for help appropriately will make the person helping you feel more satisfied and trust you more.

So Filch was asked by Malfoy. Malfoy said that a black dog has always appeared in the dormitories of various colleges recently, and it has always appeared at night. It is not a barking sound that disturbs their sleep.

This may be the first time Filch was asked by a student, and it gave him the first taste of being recognized.

So he treats this job more enthusiastically than Malfoy.

In addition, Malfoy often studied the route that Black took when he entered the school on the map of the live spot, and found out the law of Black's movement.

With mental arithmetic and unintentional, the one who was able to escape Azkaban prison was so easily planted in an iron cage.

"How about handing him over to the principal?" Filch said excitedly, rubbing his hands.

"Then I guess Professor Dumbledore will let it go "tolerantly"." Malfoy shrugged.

"No, it took me so long to catch it." Filch shook his head quickly and refused. Almost all traps were set up in the school's secret tunnel with Malfoy, and he himself often went to patrol. Grabbing this dog today, letting him go so lightly is unacceptable.

He raised his head and glanced at Mrs. Loris, whose whole body was hanging on the chandelier, and said with affection in his eyes: "It's because of this dog that its spirit has been languishing these days. Look, she How pitiful." Mrs. Lorice yawned lazily immediately after hearing the words.

"How about dog meat hot pot." Malfoy snapped his fingers.

"Can this food be eaten." Filch stared at the cage and swallowed.

"Of course." Malfoy nodded, and then made a few more polite words with Filch before making an excuse to get the cage back.

But after that, he didn't return to his bedroom, but went up the long stairs and kept walking up the floor until he reached the eighth floor.

"I need a quiet place, I need a quiet place, I need a quiet place." Malfoy kept thinking, in front of him was a huge tapestry, a huge figure with an ugly face. The giant monster was beating the stupid Barnabas in front of him with a big stick, and Malfoy kept walking back and forth in the aisle, as if waiting for something.

A smooth door suddenly appeared from the wall.

"It's hidden here, isn't it?" Malfoy said, looking at the black dog in the cage.

In addition to opening the iron cage, Malfoy embraced the cage and pushed the door directly into the room. An unpleasant smell of dust came out of the room, which made him cough a few times.

"This is my first time here." Malfoy thought, leaving the cage on the ground casually, making a dull crash, and then began to look at it.

It’s not so much a utility room, it’s better to say it’s a city full of walls...The streets and lanes are piled with crumbling furniture...There are thousands of books here, Undoubtedly, it is a book that has been scribbled or stolen; there are winged slingshots and spiked flying saucers, some of which are still hovering weakly on the mountain of forbidden objects; some broken bottles contain solidified Potions; and hats~IndoMTL.com~jewels, cloaks...

A house for every request.

"How about this place, isn't it?" Malfoy bent down and said to Black in the cage. "Absolutely quiet and confidential, so that I, a student at Hogwarts, can communicate with a fugitive from Azkaban with peace of mind."

"Introduce myself first. My name is Draco Malfoy. In terms of generation and blood relationship, I might still call you uncle. Oh, of course, it may be uncle. I have never been interested in these titles. Yes." Malfoy straightened up and introduced himself.

Blake's front paws slowly lifted, and then fell again, with a heavy snort, and the indifferent eyes kept looking at Malfoy.

"Oh, sorry, I seem to have forgotten something." Malfoy awakened as he said, then he put his wand into the cage and started chanting a spell in his mouth, so the black dog in the cage pooped As the spell grew, the black animal hair slowly faded, and Blake gradually revealed his angular face and tall and thin body.

Because of the latter, he had to curl up his body in the cage to get a foothold. (To be continued.)