Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 172: The lonely road?

Harry woke up from his sleep, wheezing and gasping as if he had been running. He pressed his hands tightly on his face, and under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar was burning. The ground was in pain, as if someone had just pressed a white-hot wire on his skin.

　　 He sat up, one hand covering the scar, the other hand fumbled in the dark to get the glasses on the bedside table. He put on his glasses, and the scenery in the bedroom slowly became clear. The light from the street lamp outside the window passed through the curtains, giving the bedroom a hazy orange-red soft light.

　　 I can see that he might have a nightmare and saw something else.

　　This is not the first time during this holiday. He often wakes up from his sleep. He is sure that he has seen it, but he can't believe it.

　　 One of his hands fumbled for his glasses from the bedside table, and then put them on, the blurry scenery in front of him gradually became clear in his eyes.

　　 The light from the street lamp outside the window passed through the curtains, giving the bedroom a hazy orange-red soft light.

　　 Harry stroked the scar with his fingers again, still in pain. He turned on the desk lamp beside him, rolled over and got out of bed, walked through the room, opened the closet, and looked at the mirror on the inside of the cabinet door. In the mirror, a thin fourteen-year-old boy was looking at him. Under his tousled black hair were a pair of green and confused eyes. Harry looked at the scar on his forehead in the mirror more closely. He couldn't see anything abnormal, but he still had a heartache.

　　 He desperately recalled the scenes in his dream, even if it was only the things he had dreamed of just now, Harry found that he couldn't grasp any key points at all.

　　 There are two men, both of whom he recognizes, one is Peter Pettigrew and the other is Voldemort.

　　 Harry learned from the former's name for the latter.

　　 Harry felt as if his stomach was stuffed with a piece of ice that had just been taken out of the refrigerator, and his heart was tightened with fear.

　　 In the desolate courtyard of these two men, the night was faintly cool. Harry wanted to hear what they were saying, but found that he didn’t remember much. The only thing he impressed was the flattering tone of Peter Pettigrew and Panicked appearance.

　　 makes him nauseous.

　　 He hoped it was a dream, but it was so real.

　　 shook his head, Harry sneaked up to the toilet, turned on the faucet, washed his face, and calmed himself down.

　　 He carefully fumbled back to his room to avoid waking some of his relatives, but Dudley's snoring upstairs was snoring loudly, which was unnecessary worry.

　　 Back to his room, through the neon light outside the window, Harry stared blankly at the photo on the bedside table, which was hanging in the frame, and the boys in the photo were looking at them with smiles. Hold him.

　　 was not brought to him by Hagrid two years ago, but was given to him by his godfather who came out of the house.

　　"Fortunately, my parents didn't destroy it." Sirius was pleased to say that when he passed the photo to Harry, all the decorations in his room were cursed by him, not himself. If Dumbledore came, it might take a lot of hands and feet to take down these photos.

　　 Sirius knew that Harry wanted to know more about his parents, so Sirius chose to give him the picture.

　　 Harry is very confused now. Facing the pain in his head, he doesn't know what to do. Should he turn to his friend or godfather for help.

　　Hermione would definitely suggest that he go to Professor Dumbledore for help, or find a thick book telling him that he may have some magical injury, or suggest that he go to Saint Mungo Hospital.

　　 And Ron is also expected to become nervous, and may immediately tell Mrs. Weasley the news, and then the Weasley family will know that he has a headache.

　　 Maybe George and Fred will give him some "special" snacks.

　　 and Sirius? Harry thinks this is a good candidate for advice.

　　 Harry missed him more and more.

　　His friends and the godfather who cleared his grievances have been by his side not long ago, when he was extremely determined that this holiday would be the happiest summer he had ever had.

　　 A letter suddenly appeared in his hand through the transmission of the owl.

　　"Harry, maybe you are a little unacceptable, but I have to tell you that you need to go back to your uncle’s house immediately, for the reason I can’t talk to you in detail for the time being, but I hope you can listen to me If you do, this is for your safety." The handwriting was left by someone he knew very well.

　　 At the end of the letter and on the cover of the envelope, Albus Dumbledore’s name is written in swashes.

　　 If it were not for the last sentence, Dumbledore added that he would still be able to watch the Quidditch World Cup, Harry felt that he was going to collapse.

　　 Even if he was reluctant, facing a letter from Dumbledore, Harry chose to follow it. So just like that, the four of them parted ways and agreed to reunite together after the Quidditch World Cup kicked off.

　　 Harry walked to the window and stared at the deep blue sky outside the window. Suddenly he saw a black spot in the distance, and then the black spot gradually increased in his line of sight, from far to near, and finally to him The window in front of you.

　　 Harry now sees clearly. This is an owl, the one that Sirius gave Ron at Hogsmeade at that time. Ron hadn’t named the owl yet, so Harry I don't know how to call it.

　　 "Come in." Harry quickly opened the window and let the owl in. It should be cold outside at this time.

　　 Hedwig was in the cage, eyes wide open, staring straight at this kind, but her eyes were not very friendly.

　　 "This is Ron's owl, his new pet." Harry whispered to Hedwig, as if to introduce, then took a letter from the owl's paw.

　　 "Harry, how are you doing? I originally thought we could spend the whole vacation together, but I didn't expect that after you got home, your relatives shouldn't embarrass you, right?" Wei Wei It says on the yellowed parchment.

　　 "I'm fine." Harry said softly, even though Ron was not around.

　　 Compared to some weird magic, the effects of murderers are more deterrent. At least this family is still in awe of criminals who flout the law.

　　After he came back, Harry heard his uncle at the dining table from time to time saying whether he should call the police and catch the murderer.

　　 Of course, Harry had to hold back his laughter when he heard this, or he might be punished again.

　　 Azkaban couldn't keep his godfather, how could a Muggle prison imprison him?

　　 Of course, the most likely thing is that the police can't even see him.

　　 Harry’s gaze continued to move down, and Ron’s letter went on to say: "The letter from Professor Dumbledore is really disappointing, but luckily we will meet again soon, the Quidditch World Cup It’s about to start soon! My parents have been talking about you, Harry, yes, and George and Fred, they have invented some weird things, waiting for you to experiment, um, of course , I will warn them and let them converge. Also, it is said that during the time you went home, the Ministry of Magic made some actions again. For example, they let out a word and prepared to expel a lot of old workers. My father is worried about this, and I don’t know what he is worried about. Who else is willing to do the dirty work besides him?"

　　 Even these trivial things, Harry watched with gusto, and he could imagine what Mrs. Weasley's expression was like at the time.

　　"The result was just a false alarm. It seemed that only a few idlers who made mistakes were fired." Harry saw this and followed with a sigh of relief.

　　" I also heard that Malfoy’s father donated a large sum of money to St. Mungo’s Magic Hospital. It’s incredible. I don’t believe their family will be so generous, but later my father told me that their family It was for fame that Malfoy and his father entered the Ministry of Magic, and he needs to stabilize his position more."

　　 Seeing this, Harry remembered the unpleasant things that happened before in Sirius's ancestral house.

　　 Of course, the most important thing is that he drove Lupin away, which is unforgivable for him.

　　 "By the way, my father also got some of the best tickets from the Magic Sports Department. Sirius must have accepted the invitation too, so we can go to the game together."

　　 Just after Harry had read this letter, he felt a little hungry in his stomach, so he bent down and took out a big box from under his wooden bed.

　　 This is food from Sirius.

　　 This entire holiday, Dudley has been on a diet, because he is too fat, maybe because of his emotions, his own food has also been restricted.

　　 Of course, it turned out that there should be very few times when I can be full.

　　 As long as a few more days, he can leave this ghost place.

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　　 After the ecstasy incident that day, Malfoy's punishment for Pansy was finally gone. Maybe it was because Pansy encountered this kind of thing at that time, which could be regarded as the greatest punishment.

　　 "You just treat this as if it hadn't happened before, do you hear it? Draco." Pansy blushed as he lay on the bed and regained some strength after drinking a cup of brown sugar water.

　　 "In my opinion, this is a sign of maturity, although my heart is still a little girl. At least the body is still beginning to develop." Malfoy explained in a flat tone that Pansy was going to be ashamed and crazy. topic.

　　 Malfoy didn't know what to say at this time. Originally, he wanted to punish her in a way to make her remember long, but now there are no more feasible conditions.

　　 "It's like you aren't the same age as me." Pansy thought inwardly, but still pretended to be pathetic.

　　 "I will definitely not be able to marry in the future." She said tearfully, "So you are responsible, Draco." She lowered her head and covered her face with her hands, but there was still a slight leak between her fingers. In the gap, one eye secretly opened, looking at Malfoy's reaction.

　　 But Malfoy still had that unsalty expression. He didn't respond to Pansy's question, and instead said, "You take a good rest here, when will you be better, and when are you discussing your whimsical ideas." "

　　 Then he walked out of the room, ignoring Pansy's poor eyes.

　　 "I have a headache." Malfoy closed the door with a "click", leaned against it, and sighed softly.

　　The love of youth, who can predict? If so many things hadn't happened in the first place, Pansy should still be a carefree and unruly lady now.

　　 Okay, now too, but it should be a little cute.

　　 At the beginning, I was accommodating her, but I just wanted to leave some more changes in this world and change the people, things, and things around me.

　　 I tried not to lose my way, knowing what I should do and what is worth protecting, so I chose to influence her in a subtle way.

　　 Malfoy also knew that Pansy was working hard in her own way, and she now understood what was right and wrong.

　　, but feelings, but there is no right or wrong.

　　He is not so slow, not just the ecstasy this time, he already knew Pansy's mood earlier, she always behaves very clearly, but she always ignores it.

　　Because he felt that this was just a vague admiration for the opposite **** when he was young. The older he may be, he may not be so focused. If his mind and body age are the same, he may still be intoxicated in this In the atmosphere, what game of couples play with Pansy.

　　 But he is not ~IndoMTL.com~ He is a traverser, his mentality is an adult, and her accommodation before is more like a sister-like tolerance than a lover-like pampering.

　　 And, Pansy can’t keep up with the way he’s going. Rather, the less you have to do with him, the safer she will be in the future.

　　 Voldemort will use close people to intimidate others, even his own.

　　 This is also the reason why Malfoy chose to treat Hermione indifferently. At the candy store in the first grade, he should have been fainted for a while to act so impulsively.

　　 But then the giant monster still made him soberly aware that everything he does will have an irreversible impact on the world, so that it may harm the innocent people around him

　　 "Maybe I just can't see girls cry." Malfoy shook his head, a little bitter in his heart: "Although I cried a lot later."

　　 He quickly understood that it was not good for both parties, so Malfoy decisively used the excuse that was not an excuse to disconnect from Hermione.

　　 Friends originally understood each other, just because of that kind of anger, it was ridiculous, and the only explanation was his active behavior.

　　 I don’t know how long it took, and Malfoy’s eyes regained firmness and clarity.

　　 "Cracked", the door was opened again, and Malfoy saw Pansy, who had sneaked out of bed, lying back in a panic.

　　 "I just get up and have a look." Pansy explained hurriedly.

　　 "Let's have a good talk, Pansy." Malfoy ignored Pansy's perfunctory apology, but stared at her intently and said deeply.