Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 27: Back hand and compensation
time back to earlier.
"Fat out!"
"The key is here!"
"Shen Feng Wuying!" "Blood to pieces!"
"All petrochemicals!"
At an earlier moment, Malfoy reached the final destination earlier than Quirrell and Audio-Technica. He walked into the last room and slowly came to the front of Eris's Mirror.
"Those who don't want to get the Sorcerer's Stone can really get him." Thinking of this, Malfoy chuckled. Reaching out from his right pocket, a stone appeared in his hand. "I'm sorry, I don't lack money, and I don't want immortality full of side effects." He thought of this, played with the stone a few times, and found it meaningless, and put it back in his pocket. "As for you, Voldemort, you can witness how deep the double illusion is. Both the magic mirror and the resurrection stone show the same sight. That must be very interesting." He chuckled softly, and then from the left. Another stone was taken out of his pocket.
"This thing is really burning." Malfoy looked at the stone and couldn't help but smile.
This is the resurrection stone he picked up from the old house of Gunter last time,
"Seeing his resurrection, this should be considered a unique achievement, Voldemort, thank me." Not knowing how to do it, he put the other stone in the mirror.
The Mirror of Eris can let people who don't want to get the Philosopher's Stone get the Philosopher's Stone, and naturally, it can also let people who don't want to get the Resurrection Stone get the Resurrection Stone. After all, Voldemort or Quirrell wants the former.
"It should be uncomfortable to fall from heaven to hell." At this time, Malfoy had already returned to the bedroom, pretending to study hard.
As for Voldemort taking the resurrection stone in his hand, after enjoying a brief illusion, he returned to reality because the stone was broken. Even if the Three Sacred Artifacts can be preserved like this in the face of Li Huo, it is already very good, but after someone's grip, it is estimated that it will be hard to escape.
As the most powerful black wizard today, Voldemort naturally has the will to resist illusions, but these wills are always limited. Under normal circumstances, he may indulge for ten seconds and then wake up, but now he is completely addicted In the meantime, within three seconds, the stone shattered, and being awake and passively awakened would not be the same experience at all. Voldemort, who realized that he had been deceived, was furious.
The power of the resurrection stone seems to be very powerful, even Voldemort's spirit is a bit turbulent, he found that his only remaining magic power can not be used temporarily, and even affects the host, Quirrell.
"Quiro, what did you tell me? There is a Philosopher's Stone here?" The shrill voice was extremely cold, and Voldemort, who had recovered his calmness, just wanted to vent now. This subordinate seems to be a good choice.
"Master, I don't know, that stone must be on Potter's body. I will kill him and find it." Quirrell said in horror. He couldn't imagine what punishment he would be punished. He hurried to Harry, because he also realized that there was something wrong with his body now, so he could only choose to fight hand-to-hand.
Harry has fainted, Quirrell grabbed his neck, but there was an unbearable pain in his hand, "Master, I can't hold him--my hand--my hand! "Quiluo wailed in pain, his hand was as if burned by fire, his hand was red.
"Tom, you really came back." An old voice suddenly came from all around the room.
"Damn it." Voldemort cursed inwardly, then fell silent.
"No, master, don't abandon me! I can still kill Potter!" Quirrell felt that his power was losing, and that person was coming out of his body. Quirrell's expression grew more and more. The more frightened, I don't know if he is afraid that Voldemort will kill him immediately, or if he is afraid of the endless Azkaban career in the future.
"Stupid guy, bad thing about me." Voldemort tried his best to adjust his spirit, perhaps very humiliating, but he could only choose to run away, but he would never think that today's thing is extremely loyal in his eyes People did it.
"Dumbledore, you wait, and I will be back." In the end, he could only put down a ruthless word, and ran away griefly.
Dumbledore didn't try to keep him, or he knew he couldn't stay, or he knew it was meaningless, but behind his glasses, the cloudy old eyes showed a hint of clarity, which seemed to be a little surprised.
"I want to talk to that kid." He touched his nose that had been interrupted several times, and said to himself, now the old man's eyes have become surprisingly sharp.
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is no different from the original world line. All the encounters between Harry and Quirrell in the dungeon have spread like wildfire. Perhaps they have been beautified and modified by someone. Most students still believe the official words. Most students in Lettering are unacceptable.
"Draco, I have an ominous premonition." Pansy whispered while sitting next to Malfoy.
There is a jubilant atmosphere in the auditorium. The school is holding a year-end banquet, and students from the four colleges are all gathered together. The auditorium was decorated with green and silver representing Slytherin to celebrate their seven consecutive years of winning the Academy Cup. On the wall behind the main guest seat, a huge banner painted with Slytherin snakes hung.
"What's wrong, Pansy?" Malfoy asked.
Pansinu snorted and pointed to the door of the auditorium. Harry slowly walked in. The moment he entered, the auditorium was suddenly silent, and then suddenly everyone began to speak loudly again.
"I think this guy will earn a lot of points for Gryffindor. Look at the announcement made by Dumbledore. How partial it is. At that time, I felt that I could just be fired when I went to the dungeon." Pansy Staring at Harry was like seeing an enemy of life and death.
"More than that, they are a luxurious bonus package for four people." Malfoy thought this in his heart, but he didn't feel much. Whether he was in the past or in this life, he was a person with no sense of collective honor.
"Then be prepared to see the ugliness of the adult world." Malfoy rubbed Pansy's hair.
"Will we really lose?" she asked.
"I didn't say that." Malfoy immediately spread his hands, expressing his innocence.
After a while, Dumbledore also arrived, and the noise in the auditorium gradually subsided. "Another year has passed!" Dumbledore said happily. "Before you can enjoy these delicious dishes, I must trouble everyone to listen to an old man's clichés. What a wonderful year! Your little heads are sure. It’s a bit richer than in the past. There is a whole summer vacation waiting for you before, so that you can digest those things well before the beginning of the next semester, and free up your mind.
"Now, as far as I know, we must first carry out the Academy Cup award ceremony. The specific scores of each academy are as follows: fourth place, Gryffindor, 312 points; third place, Huffle Patch, 352 points; Ravenclaw, 426 points, Slytherin 492 points."
Navi was not there that day. Compared with the last world line, Gryffindor should still be in third place, because they still have fifty points more, but someone’s academic domineering attribute completely suppresses Miss Master. , The extra points in the class are going to be one after the other, offsetting those gaps. Even Slytherin's score is higher than the original.
There was a thunderous cheering and stomping on the Slytherin table. Malfoy was expressionless. Pansy seemed to be in a bad mood because of what he said just now, and the cloud in his heart lingered.
"Yes, yeah, good performance." Dumbledore said, "However, several recent events must also be counted." The auditorium became very quiet, and the Slytherins' smiles narrowed. Some. "Uh, uh," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I still have some final scores to be assigned. Let me see. By the way, "The first item-Mr. Ron Weasley" Ron's face snapped. It was so red that it looked like a carrot in the sun. "He won the best game of chess at Hogwarts in many years, and I reward Gryffindor Academy with fifty points for this. "
The cheers of the Gryffindors almost overturned the enchanted ceiling. The stars above them seemed to be shaking slightly. You can hear Percy telling other prefects loudly: "It's my brother, you know! My youngest brother! Successfully passed Professor McGonagall’s giant chessboard!"
After all, everyone calmed down again. "The second item-Miss Hermione Granger, facing the fire, she calmly performed logical reasoning, and more than that, she calmly used spells on the board to help her teammates, and used the knowledge from the herbal medicine class to solve I want to reward Gryffindor College with sixty points for nasty plants." Hermione buried her face in her arms. No one knew her mood. Harry suspected that she was crying with joy, but her mood was sour at the moment. Incomparable: "He knows everything, the devil net, the simplified obstacle curse, he knows everything, he helped us, but now we are the only one who gets the extra points." Then she silently raised her head and looked in the direction of Slytherin. I only saw Malfoy sitting in distress, without any expression. "These bonus points may have belonged to him." She tried to stand up and tell Dumbledore aloud, but couldn't speak.
"The third item-Harry Potter," Dumbledore said. The auditorium suddenly became extremely silent. "He showed fearless courage and extraordinary courage. For this, I would like to reward Gryffindor Academy with seventy points."
The noise is deafening. Those students who can calculate the score in their hearts while shouting hoarsely know that Gryffindor is now 492 points-exactly the same as Slytherin's score. They are already close to the Academy Cup championship-if Dumbledore awarded Harry a point, it would be great.
Dumbledore raised a hand. The auditorium gradually became quiet again.
"There are many types of courage," Dumbledore smiled. "We need superhuman courage to deal with our enemies, and it takes great courage to stand our ground in front of friends. Therefore, I want to reward Neville. Mr. Longbottom is very much."
If someone were standing outside the auditorium at this moment, they might think that there was an explosion here, and the cheers on the Gryffindor table went up and down. Harry and Ron immediately stood up and cheered loudly. Neville's face was pale in surprise, and he was overwhelmed by the crowd rushing to hug him. He has never won a point for Gryffindor! Everyone seemed crazy, except for Hermione, she just slowly got up from her seat and patted her hands gently. No one noticed her. abnormal.
"This means," Dumbledore had to yell to overwhelm the thunderous cheers, because even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff’s students were celebrating Slytherin’s Suddenly failed miserably, "We need to make some small changes to the decoration here."
He clapped his hands, and immediately, the green overhanging ribbons turned bright red, and the silver ones turned gold; the huge Slytherin snake disappeared, replaced by a majestic Gryffindor lion .
Snape was shaking hands with Professor McGonagall, and forced an awkward smile on his face. His eyes met Harry, and Harry immediately understood that Snape's attitude towards him had not changed at all. Harry didn't think there was anything to worry about. It seems that next year's life will return to normal again, at least to the usual state of Hogwarts.
This is the best night of Harry’s life, better than the days when he won the Quidditch competition and celebrated Christmas. He will never forget this night, and he will never forget it.
"Why do you know that we would lose?" Pansy's head drooped. Unfortunately, Malfoy's crow-like prophecy came into effect before. "The seven-game winning streak of the college was ended in the first year we entered. Why? You did so well in class, why didn't you give us any more points?" Pansy hammered Malfoy's shoulder, shaking with anger, as if to It's the same as crying at any time. She also knew that she was making trouble unreasonably. The situation on the scene had already shown that no matter how high the Slytherin score was, she would be exceeded, but she just wanted to vent, just wanted to vent her anger, and she began to sob.
"Don't be angry, the college cup can't be eaten." Malfoy held Pansy and gently patted her back to comfort her, soothing her for a while before her crying gradually stopped.
The banquet was over, and the students from various colleges began to disperse.
Malfoy was about to go back to the dormitory. The other day, he was exhausted for the sake of Voldemort, and he has not been able to get a good rest. As he walked on the road, he couldn't help thinking: "The reuse rate of those organs is really good. The three-headed dog does not die. The key just changes shape, and the chess pieces can automatically recover. As for the potion..." After shaking, he remembered the poison that Dumbledore would never seem to be able to drink five years from now.
"Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you in his principal's office, Mr. Draco." Professor McGonagall stopped him, her face a little confused. "It seems to be some questions about the final exam, he wants to ask you." Professor McGonagall added. Although Professor McGonagall didn’t like Slytherin very much, she still had to say two words for this student: "satisfied." So now she is also wondering why Dumbledore came to him for the final exam. She seems that the final exam questions are not necessarily more difficult than her usual questions.
"Okay, I see, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy nodded. "When did the old bee's psychic mind become so powerful, even I think he knows now, and I am so far away from him now." Of course this is just a joke. As for why Dumbledore was looking for him, he knew well.
"By the way, the password is a pile of cockroaches." Professor McGonagall added.
"Thank you," Malfoy replied.
came to the office for the second time, and Malfoy was familiar with the road.
As soon as the word "cockroach pile" was spoken, the stone monster jumped aside. Surprisingly, the door inside was not closed.
is still a familiar arrangement. Various silverware is vomiting smoke. Dumbledore is tearing a pack of sizzling honey candy at his desk. He seems to have heard the sound. He looked up and hurriedly asked He beckoned: "Stop standing, sit down, my child."
Malfoy was wondering whether there was a problem with his memory or the other party’s. The last time we met was nothing short of a sword, and now this old bee pretends to be like a okay person. , Really true.
"I have wronged you this time for the Academy Cup." Dumbledore gave up the packaging of the lollipop and said kindly to Malfoy.
"Professor, what are you talking about, why can't I understand?" Malfoy began to pretend to be stupid. "Didn't I have some problems with the final exam scores? Where is the problem?"
"Hehe." Dumbledore shook his beard and smiled awkwardly: "It's nothing, it's just too good. I think I need to reward you."
"Thank you professor, I don't need it. I have to comfort my little girlfriend. She is crying so sad today." Malfoy retreated. Just kidding, I didn't knock on the sticks that were delivered to the door. I really thought I was a good young man who gave himself up?
"I think the trauma of the soul needs something like this to heal." Dumbledore took out a delicate bottle from his arms, which was filled with crystal clear liquid. Even with a piece of glass across, Malfoy could feel the powerful magical fluctuations in it, as well as a touch of holiness.
"Open your eyes and talk nonsense, in which year can Phoenix's tears heal the trauma in his heart?" Malfoy still took the bottle away with such a slander in his heart. "I think this thing should still work, isn't it? Thank you so much." He paused and then said, "By the way, Professor, I found a strange stone while wandering around the school the other day. Can you? Can't you help me take a look?" He touched his pocket, took out the Philosopher's Stone and put it on the table.
"Oh, what a magical stone, I think I have to study it for a few days." Dumbledore helped his glasses and said, and then took the Philosopher's Stone into his arms. Then he asked sincerely: "Harry said he also saw a strange stone, do you know what it is?"
"Take that stone. For you, if you can get that stone, you should be able to see the same person as in the Eris’ magic mirror. It looks like a series with your wand, but now , It should have turned to ashes." Malfoy said lightly, and then turned and left, leaving Dumbledore behind.
No one saw Dumbledore's hand suddenly grasping the corner of the table. The death of his sister was the heaviest pain in his life.
Malfoy let out a sigh of relief. "It's really troublesome to deal with old bees." He shook his head. "But in order to repair the relationship, he is really willing to pay for it." Thinking about it, he glanced at the bottle of Phoenix tears in his hand, and the magic power in it almost overflowed.
The last meeting proved his own strength. This Philosopher’s Stone incident showed his position. Dumbledore may still be skeptical, but for a strong and gifted child Dumbledore’s choice Of course it will definitely be a good show. He is different from Voldemort. He has the love of relatives and maybe friends. Dumbledore will naturally find a way to get him. In a sense, he and Voldemort are the same kind of people~IndoMTL.com~ for purpose. play hard. From the fact that he can set a plan to make perfect use of his death when facing his own death situation, it can be seen that in this sense, he is more terrifying than Voldemort.
There may be other reasons. If Malfoy is a poor and white purebred Muggle wizard, he might be rounded up by Old Deng at will, but now Malfoy’s father is a school director and a wizard in the world. Those who have the right to speak, Dumbledore can only choose to tempt.
"Actually, Old Deng, you are really not suitable for education." Malfoy remembered Voldemort's childhood, the former Tom Riddle was stubborn and abnormal. He hanged a child’s rabbit and took other people’s things for himself. , And abducted two children into a seaside cave. What did Dumbledore do? Use violence to control violence! He used the burning closet to force Riddle to make a confession. He kept saying "love", but ended up dealing with an orphan in this way.
When you can intimidate a person into submission, you don’t know that a seed of evil has already been planted. Today I am no better than you, and you make me submit. Then I will be stronger than you, and I can To make you surrender, this may be the first lesson Dumbledore taught Voldemort.
"But it doesn't matter, the benefits of getting it are the most real." Malfoy couldn't help but look carefully at the bottle of Phoenix tears, fascinated by the majestic magic. "This thing is much more practical than the old magic wand, maybe it's one more life." The harvested Malfoy was in a good mood, couldn't help blowing a whistle, and returning to the bedroom with a whistle all the way, some Slytherin students I thought it was because of the Academy Cup that he was madly irritated ~ IndoMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all on ~IndoMTL.com~ For mobile users, please go to read.