Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 116: Mouse and Dog (Part 2)

"You really are not wronged. Hunting "Wenwang WwΔW. "LieWen.CC" Malfoy looked at Blake silently, and couldn't help thinking of it.

Years of jail life gave Blake’s face a lot of traces of years, but his handsome appearance has not changed because of this. On the contrary, it has added a bit of maturity that has been exhausted by the vicissitudes of life. There is a trace of decadence between the eyebrows, and It has become a very powerful weapon against young girls who have not been involved in the world.

"Being the BL protagonist for so many years has really hurt you." Malfoy thought so, and silently sympathized with himself.

"The next year's attack, imprisoned p1ay, uncle and nephew taboo, if there is a rotten girl next to me, will she have a nosebleed with excitement?" He shuddered for a moment when he thought of this, as if he was back in the past. In the time of being shattered by a few days of Leiwen Sanguan.

"Tucao ends here, and then it's time to do business." He then adjusted his mindset and prepared to talk about business.

"Your trap is much stronger than Azkaban's." Black suddenly spoke, and said lightly, without any anger after being arrested. This was also the first sentence he said after he became a human form.

"Thanks for the compliment." Malfoy smiled.

"I have broken away from that family, so you don't need to treat me as a grown-up." Blake stared at Malfoy with scorching eyes.

"But what I need your help next, you have to admit that you are a member of the Black family to do it." Malfoy shook his head gently.

"I have no obligation to help you." A cold voice came from the cage.

"Should a respectable elder not lend a helping hand when the junior needs help?"

"Then this junior must be polite at least." Black's voice became colder.

"Then I can only ask you to forgive my unreasonable junior for the time being. After all, I still have to confirm the truth. Before that, you were still a fugitive in my eyes."

"The truth?" Blake's unshaven face suddenly showed a puzzled look. Only then did he remember that the message that he is Animagus is only available to his best friends. know.

"Did the mouse tell you? Or, Lupin?" A flame suddenly rose in Black's eyes.

"You already have the answer in your mind?" Malfoy tapped the cage with his magic wand and replied casually.

"Where is Peter?" Blake's eyes were about to breathe fire. He was able to remain calm just now. After thinking of the name, he couldn't hold himself any more. He clenched his hands immediately, and then he tightened his whole body. On that haggard and thin face, emotions of regret and hatred were constantly intertwined.

"Kill him for me, even if you want my life, I will give it to you." Blake jumped forward, holding the iron tightly with his hands and shaking it constantly, feeling very excited.

"What do I want your life for? My respected elder." Malfoy shook his head and looked at the excited Black and said, "Even if the dementors are gone now, I still won't want to go. Azkaban stayed, that's not a place where normal people stay, are you right?"

Black still wanted to speak, but he didn't find a chance, so he was interrupted by Malfoy's next words, "I want wealth, more wealth, you should be the only heir to the Black family?" Malfoy A tacit look was passed to Black.

"Oh, that's the case." Black retreated to the corner of the cage, muttering to himself, and couldn't help but sneer. This fits his deep memory of his family's relatives.

He is passionate about wealth and power. If he remembers correctly, the boy's father was also Voldemort's man.

"Actually, my family is not short of money." Malfoy waved his wand at random. "It's just that my father is very interested in some antiques with ancient history. That’s great."

"For example, the home of the glorious history and glory of the Black family, 12 Grimmauld Place." Malfoy bent down and stared at Black.

"Hahahaha." Black began to laugh wildly, showing his neat teeth, "You are an outsider who knows better than me." Only deep disdain was hidden under that smile.

Family glory? Can you help him kill that traitor? Can Lily and James be brought back to life?

"Paper and pen are flying!" With a flying curse, a blank piece of parchment and a quill flew over Malfoy's wooden table so straight from the air, into his hand.

Then Malfoy threw the two into the air, and the quill automatically began to write on the white paper.

Blake reduced his smile, just staring silently at the parchment that was being written on.

"Do you mind writing a transfer agreement? Just sign your name." Malfoy asked politely, "In exchange, I will help you." He added, with one hand. Grabbing it in the air, catching the parchment that was already full, glanced at it casually, and handed it to the cage.

Blake took a deep look at Malfoy and wrote his name on it without hesitation.

He has no choice at this time.

What's more, in his opinion, exchanging something he doesn't care about for a tiny possibility is a matter without hesitation.

"Thank you for your generosity." Malfoy bowed his body and took the parchment.

"But have you thought about it?" Malfoy said suddenly, his tone changed, with a little joking.

"I know, you definitely didn't have time to think about these things slowly when you escaped from Azkaban." A smile hung from the corner of Malfoy's mouth.

"Your immediate family members are no longer there, right? Of course, this question may be disrespectful." He said.

Before Blake nodded and admitted, Malfoy spoke again, "If this is the case, then I immediately thought of a better solution." As if inspiration had come, Malfoy snapped his fingers.

"If I kill you, then count, excluding immediate family members, whose hands should all of the Black family's property go to? Especially if you don't have a will." His words sounded like a devil. Whispering, a shocking fact was revealed in an understatement.

"I'm so stupid. I don't need such a simple method~IndoMTL.com~ but I have spent so much time talking to you so much." Malfoy shook his head in annoyance.

"So, my dear elders, are you ready for death now?"

Blake looked at him blankly, showing no trace of fear for the possibility of death.

"Well, I just want to make a little joke." Malfoy shrugged, "But unfortunately it didn't achieve the results I hoped."

Blake still didn't say a word, almost as if he was hit by an aphasia after signing, there was no more sound, no matter what he heard, his mood didn't fluctuate any more.

Even the possible escape just now.

"However, I still have to say one last thing. The taste of power is much better than sitting on wealth. When you have the former, the latter will follow you, but if you only have the latter, it is just a castle in the air, which will collapse at any time. "

"All, sorry, Mr. Black." Malfoy stretched out his wand, and a dazzling light came from the tip of the wand, hitting Black straight, knocking him to the ground without any resistance.