Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 22: Doubt, temptation, magic mirror

　　 The banquet ended soon, and the other students seemed unsatisfied, and Malfoy was going back to Slytherin’s dorm room to take a good rest. There was too much happening in the past few days that made him very tired, especially The day when a Horcrux was wiped out was truly thrilling.

　　 But just as he raised his foot to step out of the restaurant, a tall black figure stood in front of him.

　　 "Mr. Draco, Professor Dumbledore wants to talk to you alone in view of some of your behavior outside of school." Looking up, it was Snape's sallow face, but it was inconsistent with Gryffindor. The tone was different, and Malfoy even felt a touch of kindness.

　　 "The principal's office is on the eighth floor, wait for you to go by yourself." Snape looked in a hurry, as if there was something waiting for him to do.

　　 "That's right." Snape had already turned and left, as if suddenly thinking of something, turning his head and saying: "The password is butterbeer, don't forget." Then he strode out of the restaurant, not knowing which way he was heading. go with.

　　 "The one that should come will always come." Malfoy felt a little weak.

　　 "Are you okay?" Pansy punched him on the shoulder, apparently she heard the conversation just now.

　　 "Silly girl, what can I do." Malfoy rubbed Pansy's hair, comforting her. "It is estimated that he will just ask some questions casually, don't worry, the Ministry of Magic has already been punished."

　　 "Okay." Pansy bulged his cheeks, obviously dissatisfied with the answer, and intuitively told her that things were not that simple.

　　 "Go to bed, girls really need sleep." Malfoy used his killer.

　　 "Yes!" Pansy patted her cheek suddenly. "I went to bed late on Christmas Eve. I have to make it up early today." He hurried to the direction of the Slytherin girl's sleeping quarters, and didn't forget to turn back and say, "If I get criticized." Tomorrow I will comfort you, so don’t worry."

　　 "How do I feel that she wants me to be criticized." Malfoy stroked his chin and thought.

　　 Then Malfoy stepped up the stairs and walked to the eighth floor. The corridor was empty, with only a stone monster standing by, which was very eye-catching.

　　 Malfoy came slowly to the stone monster.

　　 "Butter beer!" he said. The stone monster jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in half, revealing an active spiral staircase behind it. Malfoy stepped up, as the staircase rotated in circles, rising higher and higher, and finally came there. In front of Dumbledore's office with a brass door knocker.

　　 "It's a weird taste." Malfoy muttered as he looked at the brass door knocker in the shape of a lion and eagle.

　　 "Boom boom boom." Malfoy buttoned the door three times softly.

　　 "Please come in." It was Dumbledore's voice.

　　 "Good evening, Professor." Malfoy said as he approached Dumbledore's office.

　　 He carefully looked at everything around him. This is a wonderful room, spacious and full of style. The magical thing is that the room is still round. The walls are covered with portraits of old principals, men and women. They are all in Snoring softly in their respective picture frames. There is also a huge table in the room. The legs of the table are in the shape of claws. There are many exquisite silverware on the table with long slender legs. They rotate, emitting a small puff of smoke, on the shelf behind the door. Inhabits his pet-Phoenix Fox.

　　 "Child, sit down and relax." Dumbledore said kindly.

　　 "Principal, I am sorry that this happened." Malfoy did not sit down, but bowed to Dumbledore first.

　　 "Oh, I believe this is just a misunderstanding." Dumbledore waved his hand, the blue eyes behind his glasses flickering constantly, wondering what he was thinking.

　　 "I called you here today, just to communicate with you. I seem to pay too much attention to Harry, and I almost forgot to care about our best student in the first grade." Dumbledore said, pointing ten fingers. Pointing to each other, this is his habit.

　　 "Professor praised." Malfoy said modestly, but there was a chill in his heart: "Old glass, you still care less about me, okay? Your Harry is about to steal the Philosopher's Stone." Of course. He will never show it.

　　 "Um..." Dumbledore fell into a hesitation, as if thinking about something.

　　 Dumbledore stood up suddenly and came to the corner. As Dumbledore moved, Malfoy's sight shifted.

　　 "I think you will find it interesting." Facing the corner, Dumbledore whispered a spell, and the black cloth hung on an object suddenly flew away, and the concealment appeared.

　　 This is a very magnificent mirror, the height reaches the ceiling, the gorgeous golden frame, underneath it is supported by two claw-shaped feet. Engraved on the top is a line of words: Erisstraheru Ait Ubi Kafru Ait Unvoges.

　　 "The Mirror of Eris." Malfoy quickly came to a conclusion.

　　 "Go to it and tell me what you saw." Dumbledore's voice was still gentle.

　　 "Okay, Professor." Malfoy could only respond.

　　 This is a mirror that allows people to see the most urgent and strong desire deep in their hearts. Harry saw his own family from it. Ron saw that he had become the chairman of the student council. Holding the Academy Cup and Quidditch Cup. This short distance seemed to be very long. Malfoy walked very slowly. He thought nonsense: "Voldemort thinks he sees the omniscient and omnipotent God in the mirror, then what is my desire."

　　 No matter how long the road is, it will always end, not to mention that it is too close here.

　　 Malfoy stood still in front of the mirror. He closed his eyes first, then opened them slowly.

　　 "Hehe." Seeing the sight in the mirror, Malfoy couldn't help but laugh a few awkwardly.

　　 "Child, what did you see." Dumbledore's voice floated slowly, seeming to be magical, and it made people unconsciously want to say something. Malfoy couldn't help but look around, his eyes tight. Staring at Malfoy, his eyes were sharp and bright, very penetrating.

　　 "I saw..." Malfoy's answer seemed to be about to blurt out, but his eyes suddenly began to struggle, and after a short while, his eyes became clear.

　　 "Desperate mind?" Just when Malfoy was about to blurt out the answer, he regained his sanity, and at the same time he clenched his fist, and the flames of anger burned in his chest.

　　 "My thoughts cannot be explored by anyone," he thought. "If you want to see, then watch." Malfoy held his breath and closed his brain decisively, then visualized a plausible image.

　　 "Cough cough." Dumbledore coughed suddenly and violently, and his silver beard couldn't help shaking with it. The pupils under his blue eyes shrank sharply, obviously shocked by the image.

　　 "Professor, I think it's not a good habit to use dementia with students." Malfoy sneered.

　　 "You actually learned Occlumency." Dumbledore was a little embarrassed and helped his glasses.

　　 "Otherwise, my secrets will be seen out today." Malfoy said grimly.

　　 He can understand Dumbledore. The current magical world absolutely cannot tolerate the rise of a new Voldemort. This will be a devastating blow to the wizarding society as a whole. Dumbledore’s order to stifle the signs in the cradle is understandable, but Understanding is one thing, tolerance is another thing, not to mention this is related to his biggest secret, he can't open his memory to him, he can only choose to confront.

　　 "You are like a person." Dumbledore said quietly. "Even better than him." After finishing Dumbledore seemed to be exhausted and sat on a chair, as if he was old out of thin air. How old is it.

　　 "I am different from him, I have love in my heart." Malfoy left these words faintly, and then turned to leave. Today's exchange was not a good experience for the two of them.

　　 "What's the matter with that scene?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

　　"You can understand it as a dream of mine."

　　 "He wouldn't do this."

　　 "Who knows? Perhaps what he hates most is not the Dark Lord, it's you!" After leaving the last sentence, Malfoy slammed the door shut with a loud noise, as if the entire floor followed It shook. Even Fox on the shelf seemed to feel the unusual atmosphere and began to sing.

　　The song of the phoenix has magical power: it can strengthen the courage of the pure heart, and release the fear for the dirty heart.

　　 After a while of singing, Dumbledore's mood calmed down, but his expression remained complicated. He quietly looked at his silverware collection, not knowing what he was thinking, but a faint wry smile appeared from time to time.

　　 "I hope so," he muttered in a low voice.

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　　 There was still a hustle and bustle in the Gryffindor lounge. The students at school and the students returning home were all telling what they had seen and heard about Christmas.

　　 "Hermione, you don't know if you're not in school. Harry and I saw a magical mirror. The mirror is amazing." Ron said excitedly at the table.

　　 "Yes." Harry nodded. "I still saw my parents in front of that mirror."

　　 "I saw that I became the president of the student council, and I also took the College Cup and Quidditch Cup!" As if to show off, Ron said what he saw again.

　　 "Ron, that's just an illusion." Hermione said.

　　 "I know, but this still looks great, doesn't it?" Ron continued to chatter.

　　 "People can't live in dreams, don't rely on dreams and forget about life, can't they?" Hermione said.

　　 "Dumbledore said something like this, and I think so, it's an illusion after all." Harry nodded again, and then said, "We should face reality, but Ron, my dream may never be possible. Realized, there may be hope for your dream." Then Harry encouraged Ron.

　　 "Let him learn to do his homework seriously before talking." Hermione seemed to be in a bad mood, got up and left, looking like she was going back to the bedroom.

　　 "Can't she say something nice?" Ron patted the table, obviously unhappy.

　　 "Actually I think she makes sense." Harry whispered.

　　 "Harry, even you said the same." Ron covered his forehead in pain "Okay~IndoMTL.com~ I see, I will work hard."

　　 Hermione was about to step out of the Gryffindor lounge and return to the women’s dormitory, but was yelled by a weak voice.

　　 "Hermione!"

　　 "Neville? Is there anything wrong with you?" Hermione turned her head to find that Neville was calling her.

　　 "I heard everything just now, I think you are right." Neville said slowly.

　　 "What did I say?" Hermione was strange.

　　 "It was in the restaurant just now, I know you mean Malfoy." Neville lowered his voice. "I also believe that he will not do that kind of thing."

　　 "How did you know? Do you believe him so?" Hermione's face changed, and then she asked.

　　 "He helped me."

　　 "You are pure blood."

　　 "But my pure blood is not much stronger than an ordinary Muggle." Neville went on to say: "He helped me find a toad and got a crystal ball. I believe he is definitely not that kind of person." He paused. Paused. "Hermione, you think so too, don't you? Malfoy is a good man."

　　 "I will explain to Harry and the others when I have the opportunity. I believe him." Neville said slowly and firmly, raising his fist, and then walked out the door.

　　 "Are you good?" Hermione murmured. "Am I worse than Neville?" Hermione's heart was mixed. She admired Neville's courage and regretted her cowardice.

　　 Back to the bedroom, Hermione sitting at the table, fiddled with the piece of paper under the thin orange light, staring at the few lines on the piece of paper, not knowing what she was thinking.

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