Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 167: Hermione’s heart

　　The four of them boarded the Knight Bus again, and the destination was Grimmauld Place 12, which was the location of the ancestral home of the Black family.

　　 "For some reason, it doesn't belong to me anymore." Sirius in the seat chatted with the three of them. "So we have to take advantage of the present, the talent did not take over."

　　 "Who sold it?" Ron asked.

　　 Sirius's palm holding the handrail tightened, and quickly released. "Of course it's me." Sirius thought inwardly, but nothing showed on his face.

　　 "It's nothing, it's just a normal agreement transfer." Sirius said with a smile, and selling his ancestral home is not something to be proud of for him.

　　 There are all the memories and the past that he hopes to be cut off, but after all, it is also where he grew up.

　　His mother died in that house.

　　 That is the only place he can remember.

　　 The journey is boring and long.

　　 "It's almost here, it's almost here." Looking at the fast-rewinding scenery outside the window, Sirius sighed and read it quietly. The scenery outside the window is faintly visible, and it hasn't changed much compared to when he entered Azkaban. , But this made him feel more dislocation. The stagnation of space and the change of time made him even have an illusion. Maybe at the next stop of the bus, James and Lily will get on there by chance, and they are still in harmony. He smiled and greeted familiarly.

　　 After all, this is just his fantasy.

　　 "Are you okay? Sirius?" Seeing Sirius's cheerful smile suddenly narrowed, her brows frowned, Hermione took out a piece of paper from her shoulder bag and wrote on it, then Passed it to him.

　　 Harry and Ron are now leaning on their seats and asleep. She didn't want to wake them up, so she chose this way.

　　 Hermione is very worried about the mental condition of the man in front of her. The psychology books she taught herself last year contained such a term-stress psychological disorder.

　　 When a major change occurs in a person’s life, psychological problems are very likely to occur.

　　The twelve years of innocent prison, not to mention the dementors who interfered with him all the time, Hermione felt that Sirius was able to stay awake until now. It was a miracle. Needless to say, he escaped from Azkaban, where no one had ever escaped.

　　 "I'm fine." Sirius wrote on the slip of paper, then went around the seat and handed it to Hermione.

　　 "How did you come here in those twelve years?" Under Sirius's handwriting, dense black lettering began to appear on the paper.

　　"There is nothing to hide." Sirius took the paper and wrote: "Because I firmly believe that I am innocent. This is very important. Human will can break through many things that I can't normally imagine. At the limit, dementors have no vision, I can transform in the cell... Become a dog, dementors can’t see, they will only be aware of human emotions, when I become a big dog, they will think I'm actually the same as those irrational people."

　　 The black handwriting quickly crawled across the paper like a spider. Just as Blake was about to hand it to Hermione, he found two pairs of eyes staring at him.

　　 "Sirius, I didn't even think of asking how you were in Azkaban." Harry said regretfully.

　　 By this time they had woken up and saw what was written on the paper.

　　 "Girls are usually very delicate, and so is your mother." Sirius patted Harry's head comfortingly.

　　 "Don't worry, I'm fine now." Sirius continued smiling and said, then raised his finger to the still scenery outside the window and said, "We're here."

　　 And now, Hermione saw the person she could say the least wanted to see now, and he was the culprit who drove Professor Lupin away.

　　 Malfoy bought Sirius’s house, when did that happen?

　　 Hermione quickly thought of the fact that she had discovered Sirius in her bedroom in Slytherin, but this clue was of no value to her, and she didn't know what happened in it.

　　 Hermione and Sirius who was going upstairs looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion, the latter just shook her head helplessly, telling Hermione to stop questioning.

　　 "Let's go out and wait, I don't want to stay in this guy's house for a minute." Ron said angrily, and walked away, Harry could only follow.

　　 "Draco! What do you want to eat tonight! I'll make it for you." Just as Hermione was about to walk out of the door with them, Pansy said this from the door leading to the basement. The sound seemed very coincidental.

　　 She poked her head out of the door first, and then walked in front of everyone.

　　"It seems that there are a few unpopular guests. How about it, do you want to try my craft? Pansy covered her mouth with her hand, looked at the few people in front of her, and said in surprise, she Now I wear a printed white apron around my waist, which looks a little funny.

　　 The slightly green face is mixed with the standard housewife-like mix, which is really nondescript.

　　 "Forget it, I'm afraid we will be poisoned to death." Ron choked back and then said: "Maybe it might be unpalatable to death."

　　 "The Weasleys really lack education, even the most basic courtesy." Pansy said with a sneer at this time, obviously her invitation just now was not sincere.

　　 Ron's face flushed immediately, like a cooked crab.

　　 "Let's go." Hermione said calmly, gathering the broken hair around her ears, but her body had some imperceptible stiffness, and her legs alternated like puppets.

　　 Then the three of them walked out of the house and went to the square again.

　　 "Cut, it's boring." Pansy is still a little bit uneasy, and has finally been having fun these days, but the other party refuses to answer.

　　 "Draco, you didn't help me and watched them bully me." Pansy said angrily, turning his head to the side.

　　 "I think you are bullying the three of them." Malfoy could only have a headache and looked at the girl in front of him pretending to be pitiful.

　　 "Well, it seems that the opponent is too weak." Pansy lowered his head and sighed, "Would you like to try my craft tonight?" Pansy turned the subject and asked expectantly.

　　 "I don't want to be poisoned either." Malfoy shrugged, and then left such a sentence, opened the door of his laboratory again, and dived in.

　　 only Pansy, who stomped and stomped at the floor, was left.

　　 "Kreacher!" Pansy shouted openly.

　　唰唰, Kreacher appeared in front of Pansy, his short body standing upright and straight.

　　 "Your dinner today is what I cooked. Think about what you should do for yourself." Pansy put down this sentence, not knowing if it was a threat, and went into the kitchen again, and began to ping The sound of ping-pong.

　　 "Hermione, are you okay." When he walked outside the door, Harry asked with concern. He found Hermione's face turned pale. "Are you uncomfortable? When Sirius comes out, let's find a place to rest." Harry continued.

　　 "Okay." Hermione simply responded, leaning back against the street light pole, staring blankly at the blue sky, as if for her now, even saying a word is an extravagant hope, and she has to do her best Full force.

　　 She originally thought that her current feelings for Malfoy would be extreme hatred and disgust, but it turned out that this was not the case. When she saw Pansy walking out from the end of the corridor in an apron, her mood unexpectedly became depressed. When I get up, there is still some dull pain.

　　 "What is this? Are they living together?" This was the first thought that came out of Hermione's heart, and she quickly became convinced, because Pansy was very affectionate when she asked Malfoy about their dinner today. That look doesn't seem to be fake.

　　 Hermione didn't want to deceive herself. She could tell herself that she didn't care at all, but she couldn't fake it with her inner twitching pain.

　　 Not long ago, when Pippi asked while taking the Veritaserum drug, she just pretended not to have heard it and chose selective forgetting, but today she suddenly confirmed her mood.

　　I am sure my mood is not something to be happy about.

　　 because she can no longer escape.

　　 Hermione sniffed, rubbed her red eye sockets, thinking about how to face the sorrow that shouldn't have appeared in her heart.

　　 She didn't even know when this relationship appeared.

　　 There is absolutely no reason in her opinion.

　　 "He forced Professor Lupin away. Last year he released a basilisk and almost killed other students. What he said is sometimes very angry. I never know when he was telling the truth." A voice There was a sudden sound in Hermione's heart.

　　 "But Hagrid got a better job because of him. Even Sirius's grievance was clarified because of him!" This was another voice.

　　" He said it himself, it was just for his father to enter the Ministry of Magic. As for Sirius, can’t you guess it? What situation would force an only son in the family to sell his home An ancestral mansion? He must have threatened Sirius."

　　While Hermione was still entangled in her mind repeatedly, she was attracted by a high-pitched sound again.

　　 "Harry Potter! Harry Potter who defeated the Dark Lord! We meet again. It's an honor for Dobby!" Hermione heard the sound and saw only one who looked like Kreacher Somewhat similar, the house elves in ragged clothes suddenly appeared in front of the three of them.

　　 "Dobby? Did you come here with Malfoy?" Harry lowered his head and asked.

　　 "Yes, the owner wants to clean up the new house." Dobby said excitedly, and when he mentioned his owner, Dobby began to shake his head and looked a little proud.

　　 "Sure enough, it's not a good person. For such a big house, it is really stingy to let the two house elves clean it." Ron didn't give up any chance to attack Malfoy.

　　 "You are not allowed to insult Dobby's master!" When Dobby heard Ron's words, he immediately jumped up from the ground angrily, and slammed Ron's chin with his flat head.

　　 With a dull "clang" sound, Ron was knocked back a few steps, he staggered and almost fell, it was Harry who helped him quickly and survived.

　　 "I want to teach you a good lesson!" Ron raised his wand in anger, and he wanted to make the house elf in front of him suffer.

　　 "The master is not a good person, and the servant is the same!" Ron said sharply, as if he was about to let out this bad breath.

　　 "Ron, magic can't be used outside the school. Do you want your wand to be confiscated!" Hermione was no longer disturbed by those emotions at this time. She watched again, this house elf might just Will be hit by Ron's curse.

　　In her eyes, the house elves in front of her are obviously a vulnerable group.

　　 But this is also how Hermione was deceived by the house-elf's pitiful appearance and submissive temperament.

　　 really started fighting. As an adult, Lucius, who also has a certain exposure to dark magic, will be released by Dobby at once. This is enough to prove that the fighting power of house elves without contract suppression is absolutely not allowed. Underestimate.

　　Hermione’s behavior actually helped Ron. Otherwise, when the spell was cast by the wand, Ron would only receive a notice of punishment from the Ministry of Magic plus a bruise and swollen face by Dobby’s magic.

　　 Ron didn't get Hermione's love after being stopped, instead he gave her a fierce look.

　　 "It's not his fault." Hermione looked at the house elf in front of her with sympathy~IndoMTL.com~ She squatted down with her body and Dobby tried to keep the same height, and her eyes were full of compassion, and then faced Ron said: "He doesn't know what is right, you should learn to be tolerant."

　　 "Master Malfoy is right!" His words are the golden rule of Dobby! "Dobby patted his chest and said.

　　 "Stupid." Ron spat.

　　 "Look, he is still a hateful slave owner, enslaving the poor, innocent, and vulnerable house elves! Deprived of their freedom!" The voice in Hermione's heart jumped out at this time. .

　　 "What are you doing?" Sirius had walked out of the gray door at this time, carrying a tattered sack, and went straight to the center of the square to meet them.

　　 "Kreacher?" Sirius looked down at the house elf, and then shook his head: "It doesn't seem to be, otherwise he should have begun to insult him, he should have brought him from home." He touched his hard stubble and muttered to himself.

　　 "Does your master have any instructions?" Sirius then asked Dobby.

　　 "Dobby just came to say goodbye to the savior! This is from Dobby's own respect!" Dobby politely responded to Sirius' question.

　　 "Thank you." Harry nodded.

　　 "Sirius, is there any way to regain the freedom of the house elves?" Hermione lowered her voice and walked behind Sirius and asked in a low voice. She didn't understand this, only the ancient pure-blooded family. She knows how to raise house elves. Hermione obviously doesn’t have this requirement.