Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 354: Remember the past

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Although there were some twists and turns in the process, Malfoy finally got what he wanted.

He squeezed some of the bulging pockets of his shirt, his heart was certain, and his nervous mood eased a little.

It's just that when he had stepped out of the door and was about to leave, his heart suddenly tightened.

Keen, he quickly noticed something wrong with the surrounding atmosphere, and the solemnity and extreme oppression hit his heart heavily.

This is some intuition brought to him by six months of survival in the jungle.

Now he is like facing a hungry beast that has just been awakened, looking for food.

The castle of Hogwarts has now woken up.

There was a uniform sound of stepping downstairs, the sound of friction and collision between the iron sheets, and a bang on Malfoy’s heart. It resonated with it, and it seemed that the entire castle was trembling for a while. The resonance.

In addition to the steel guards, there are all kinds of strange stone beasts. The ugly stone sculptures and iron statues that were close to the aisle in the past seemed to have all come to life in an instant.

He suddenly realized that perhaps his invasion had been discovered.

The Phantom Body Curse can deceive their vision to a certain extent, but the black iron torrent is slowly advancing, which is also very difficult to do. Even the chandelier on the ceiling is deformed into sharp at this time. The revolving blade, turning back and forth along the corridor extending in all directions.

The phantom spell is not a spell that can make oneself completely transparent. It can only be visually shielded. It will still be hit by the spell and will be physically disturbed.

He guessed that Flitwick had even joined the search, and the violent wind agitated in the aisle abruptly, like sharp blades, brushing his side, making him have to bother to deal with it.

Maybe it was Dumbledore's "death" that made Professor McGonagall and other teachers very alert, and went to war for it.

All the iron shelves "guarding" the aisles are now alive, uniformly becoming the Iron Legion, searching for their target-the invader.

In a dimly lit corridor.

Professor McGonagall’s wand is like a baton, directing them to move forward in a neat and tidy manner. Behind her, there are two students who are a little embarrassed, and their faces are covered with blood stains. There are also bruises.

Myrtle was floating on Professor McGonagall's shoulders at this time, waving her hands, making urgent gestures.

She seems to have lost her ability to speak. .

Professor McGonagall rescued her from her armor not long ago.

"Poor Myrtle, ugly Myrtle, Myrtle changed her name today to the Unspeakable Tin Lady!" Pippi also jumped up and down mocking her.

"Shut up! Pepy!" Professor McGonagall scolded harshly.

The current Myrtle is floating in the air, as if she has lost her soul, and she can't speak a complete sentence.

At this time, Malfoy began to rush all the way along the walkways of Hogwarts, evading the search for the steel armor.

He didn't open the spot map, which was also lying quietly in his pocket.

Because the live spot map is no longer useful, because those armor guards cannot have their own names.

Various secret passages in the castle extend in all directions.

Malfoy was tossing and turning, relying on memory, for a while quickly shuttled through the wide aisle, and then sneaked in the secret passage, but almost every aisle was crowded with black steel guards.

He cautiously avoided, searching his own memory, looking for a way out, but it seems that judging from the current movement, the aisle is almost full of these armored soldiers.

He tried his best to try all possible, but the sound of agitation from the eardrum reminded him all the time—there was no way.

Suddenly, he thought of a good place to go. He accelerated his figure even more in the secret tunnel, turning back and forth.

With a "stab!", the oil painting hanging on the side wall of a corridor was brutally torn from behind. It shows a knight holding a javelin high and preparing to charge, but now it is tearing with the canvas. Cracked and drooped, Malfoy stepped on the solid wooden frame and jumped from above, hitting his heel on the soft carpet, but there was no sound.

"Restore as before." Malfoy waved his wand for the first time, chanting a spell, and restored the torn oil painting, because he couldn't leave a trace.

He glanced quickly to the left and right and behind him.

It seems that the vicinity of this aisle has not been searched, but it is coming soon.

It's just in front of his eyes, not an exit.

Because a door blocked his way, but it was exactly what he needed.

The old door has no handles or keyholes, only a polished wooden board with an eagle-shaped bronze knocker on it.

Suddenly a petite figure appeared in Malfoy's mind. The girl's eyes were always foggy, behaving in a daze, and occasionally making jaw-dropping moves.

Because what he sees right now is Ravenclaw's lounge.

Having the "question" answer as a password seems to be a good stopover.

It just happens to be able to shut out those thoughtless things.

Of course, the premise is that he himself can't be blocked first.

Malfoy walked to the door, tapped it quickly and briskly a few times, and the knocker made a dull noise instead.

"Come here, please lift the spell on you first."

Malfoy did what he said, and lifted the phantom spell on him, and his figure immediately appeared in front of the door.

And the door also began to ask questions.

"What is swaying red, hot like flames, but not fire? When your heart beats, it will blaze. Cover your ears and you will hear its sound, but When you die, he will become cold?"

Following a gentle whisper~IndoMTL.com~Ravenclaw's door asked her own question.

"Surge of blood." Malfoy thought about it, gave the answer, and then knocked on the door a few more times.

"Come in." The door creaked and opened.

Malfoy immediately followed, stepping back and forth into the lounge, and the door to the Ravenclaw lounge closed quickly.

It's just that he didn't have time to observe the surrounding environment, and he was surprised that he had hit something head-on.

He pulled out his wand vigilantly, trying to fight back.

But she found a girl sitting on the floor in front of her, rubbing her pair of dim, as if not awake eyes, and looked up at him.

The eyes of the two met in an instant.

The girl's response was quicker, or Malfoy chose to be silent to deal with the current situation.

She spoke first.