Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 137: Dumbledore’s return

Hermione flipped through the newspaper quickly, skipping some of the past that she already knew, or even knew better, about these things she had already understood through Veritaserum, even more clearly than in the newspaper.

These words have no effect on her understanding of the truth behind.

"Hermione, don't read it, you need to rest now." Harry reached out and grabbed a corner of the newspaper to stop Hermione from continuing to flip it.

"The rest of the content was written by reporters, don't mind." Ron took the conversation, and Harry gave him a fierce look, which was too much to cover up.

Hermione ignored what they were saying, but continued to pull the newspaper back in front of her, scanning it in a glance.

" Peter Pettigrew, who was planning to be exposed, became irritated. He needed the life of our savior, Harry Potter, to avenge his master, but he was found out. Peter Pettigrew would not know. Before, earlier, he needed the life of Harry Potter to avenge his master. Draco Malfoy, who pretends to be under his control, has secretly laid out everything to Principal Dumbledore and set up a net against him, just to avoid getting rid of him. This plan has always been kept secret."

"As for why not turn to the Ministry of Magic? The actions of Minister of Magic Fudge a few days ago must have left a deep impression on readers. I have no doubts about Draco Malfoy's decision. The author accepts The following words only represent the author’s personal views, and have nothing to do with the Daily Prophet."

"Fudge should really step down. I even suspect that he and Peter Pettigrew are going together. If this student really chooses to inform him, I think Fudge will even suppress this news in order to keep his position."

"Fudge was able to do this kind of thing. For details, please read the third page of the newspaper. Our reporter went to the **** department of the Ministry of Magic for interviews. The dementors committed more things than we reported. There were too many things, but they were all suppressed by Fudge’s concealment policy. When the Minister of Magic lost his credibility with the masses, it was time for him to step down."

Hermione now even suspects that her memory has been tampered with. She still clearly remembers that at Hogsmeade, it was Malfoy who provided Fudge with the news about Sirius Black, so on the day that the holiday ended. At night, Fudge pulled Pettigrew to the front of the stage.

At this moment, a terrible conjecture emerged from Hermione's heart.

Fudge was also a victim.

"It's time to go, Ron." Harry tugged Ron's shoulders and whispered to his ears. "She is about to see the following report. I think we would be embarrassed if we were here. "So Harry pulled Ron by the collar half-forced and half-requested, and dragged him out of the ward.

The focused Hermione did not notice the departure of the two beside the bed, but continued to look back attentively.

"Unfortunately, Peter Pettigrew lost his mind at the time and became more frantic. Just when he was about to be arrested, he kidnapped a female student at Hogwarts."

"Rita Skeeter's writing style is really good, and it is still so provocative when I look at it again, even I think you have fallen in love with me." A familiar voice came from Hermione's left hand, letting Her whole body froze for an instant, and taking this opportunity, a forceful hand snatched the newspaper she was looking at.

"The cliché hero Salvation is written so sensational and touching, and she can be regarded as her skill." The boy said with a chuckle.

Still with the dazzling blond hair, and in a casual tone, Malfoy is now standing by the hospital bed looking at Hermione.

"Oh, looking at your eyes, the confusion has disappeared, I think you have guessed what happened, how about it? Am I right? Classmate Granger?"

Hermione was too late to be ashamed of Rita Skeeter's botched and pompous writing, and she portrayed herself as a **** who fell in love with someone at first sight because of being rescued! But now she had more important moments to ask Malfoy before her, to confirm her guess, that she didn't have much emotion to use elsewhere.

"You" Hermione's tightly pressed lips were about to open, making a syllable, but was interrupted again.

"This is not an attitude towards lifesavers, Miss Granger." Malfoy put this issue of the Daily Prophet back on the bedside table and said lightly.

"The only things I can tell you right now. Listen carefully and don't interrupt." Malfoy began to pace around the bed and walked around. He glanced around and made sure that only the two of them are left. Said: "Your memory must be correct. If someone modified it, it must be modified as stated in the newspaper. It will be done once and for all for us. However, if an old man opposes this approach, we can only give up."

Malfoy shrugged helplessly, and then said: "You can guess what happened, but it's best not to try to tell the truth about what you are doing, otherwise, the two guys who are finally free, say Uncertainly, you will cooperate with the investigation again because your confession changes."

"Professor Lupin and Sirius are okay?" Hermione asked excitedly. Her face, which had been pale just now because of a long coma, was now covered with excitement flushing.

"At least better than you are now." Malfoy glanced at Hermione who was lying on the bed and said mockingly.

She still has many questions in her heart. For example, the reason for Moody's and Malfoy's performance at the time. At that time, she really had completely lost hope, but the result was a huge reversal. At least the result now is It's so pleasant, and the guilt in my heart has completely disappeared.

The only thing she cares about is whether Peter Pettigrew has been arrested and brought to justice. She doesn't want to think about the others anymore, it is not something she can contact.

"Thank you." Hermione wanted to ask more, but she stopped in her throat for some reason, only to spit out the word with difficulty.

"What I said before still counts, take care of your hair and teeth before telling me these meaningless things, then I may still think about it." Malfoy waved his hand and said. Then he turned his head and walked outside the door of the ward, not looking at Hermione's expression anymore.

Poor Hermione could only hold onto the sheet tightly, staring at the back of this wicked man with shame.

With a "click", the door was gently closed, and the ward returned to its proper calm, and his shadow completely disappeared from Hermione's sight.

"Huh." Malfoy let out a long breath, sitting casually on a chair outside the ward.

"The script of the evil young molesting innocent girls is really ashamed, but it's worth it~IndoMTL.com~ Malfoy can only lament inwardly, lowering his head, still a little too slow, these days he His acting skills have made rapid progress, and various roles have been seamlessly switched, from a young and mature conspirator, a rebellious negotiator, and a pure and honest student. All of them exhausted his energy.

But soon, his eyes became bright again, because he saw a long, silver-white beard hanging in front of him.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore, we have not seen each other for a long time." Malfoy raised his hand and greeted Dumbledore friendly,

Dumbledore was standing in front of him now, and his blue eyes looked at him closely.

"You have a big problem for me." Dumbledore stroked his flowing beard and said in a slightly complaining tone.

"Your sense of responsibility is so strong, even if I don't say it, you will definitely think of other ways, how about it, how are those guys trained?" Malfoy asked casually.

"It's okay." Dumbledore said lightly.

"Where is that rat?" Malfoy asked.

"Watch for yourself." Dumbledore raised his wand.

A dazzling white light suddenly appeared from the tip of Dumbledore's wand, and then a huge projection suddenly appeared on the white wall opposite Malfoy.

A thin mouse was running desperately, and the little eyes kept watching the surroundings carefully, even if it was pitch black.

The mouse is surrounded by tall shrubs and needle-like plants everywhere, blocking out all the light. It is obviously not night, but in the lower half of the forest structure, it is dark and dim. On the dry leaves, there was a rustle of leaves being trampled to pieces, and from time to time there were several vigorous roars of giant beasts in the distance, adding a little dangerous atmosphere to the forest.