Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 414: Tuning

Although it is a basement, it doesn't feel dark and damp. Instead, it is baked warm.

"Quickly recover." Malfoy's low voice sounded slowly in Hermione's ears.

Hermione felt her body regain her control, and her consciousness returned to her brain again.

She opened her eyes slowly, and the black curtain came into her eyes, and the smoky lace was tied up, hanging with a few silver tassels, and the light ribbon tied the tent yarn. Like a butterfly flapping its wings in spring.

The big bed is very soft and comfortable, the pillow height is also appropriate, embroidered with pink lace, the whole room is filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, there is still a little elegant but mellow perfume smell in the air, it should It was sprayed only

But she didn't have time to taste this intoxicating taste.

The heart-wrenching pain seemed to cover every inch of her body's joints again, and she couldn't help curling up her body.

Like a hunched, poor shrimp, it is the residual pain that still lives in every corner of her body, like the whole body's bones are crushed inch by inch, and then slowly grows up. .

Not only it hurts, but it's also very itchy.

"Cooperate." Malfoy said softly in Hermione's ear.

"Cooperate?" The word passed to Hermione's ears, and it completely became another hint.

She was trembling with anger, and the pain caused by humiliation and hatred suddenly suppressed the pain of reality.

She wanted to break free from the present situation. She wanted to struggle to get up, but her hands were firmly clamped by the strong palms.

If she could be calm, she would find that Malfoy's eyes didn't have a trace of lust, and she was quite calm.

Hermione struggled desperately, she can almost guess what will happen in the future now.

A seventeen-year-old girl has a body between young and mature, not to mention the unevenness, but also has a different kind of charm.

Malfoy's figure suddenly solidified for a moment, his eyes suddenly changed, and then the strong palms clung to the girl's shoulders.

With a stabbing sound, the gold-red lady wizard's clothes were torn apart. The large robe usually concealed her already developed figure.

The girl's gaze is moving, and the girl's delicate collarbone is unobstructed, and the thin shoulders are flanked by thin, thin shoulder straps.

Further down, there is a touch of white and tender softness that makes people dry, slightly swelling and swelling blocked by the white gown under half cover.

Hermione bit her lips subconsciously. The female instinct made her shy subconsciously and wanted to cover it up, but the faint shame disappeared immediately, and the rosyness that had just climbed up her cheeks turned pale again.

She is ashamed of her vacillation and shame.

Hermione didn't want to accept it. In that moment, she was actually lost.

"I don't like him now!"

"I have no feeling for him a long time ago.

"He is Voldemort's subordinate," he escaped. "

"He is a coward."

"Maybe Voldemort arranged for him to return to Hogwarts, just to inquire about information. He and Snape are in the same group. Maybe Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall’s poison was also under Snape's cooperation. Of."

"There are dementors..."

Hermione tried desperately to convince herself, while struggling hard.

At the same time, I am ashamed of my brief blur.

The bare skin made her lose her mind, and she became frightened again, and the blood that was flowing solidified suddenly, and then began to flow backwards.

She lifted her head, struggling to meet her, barely exposed more snow-white skin, dyed a crimson under the ambiguous candlelight.

Malfoy's expression is a bit sordid now.

He didn't expect this violent reaction.

He originally thought that with Hermione's IQ, he could understand his "cooperation".

But now it seems to be wrong.

More radical reaction.

Hermione straightened up abruptly, trying to break free.

She wanted to knock Malfoy down with a hammer on her forehead, because this was the only part of her body that she could control.

Unexpectedly, Malfoy also reacted and took a step back, but he didn't have enough time.

The lips of the two people are tangled together in a strange angle so abruptly.

Kissing was supposed to be something the couple did before, obsessed with eyes

The four lips are tangled together, and the girl's lips are very cold, with a hint of sweetness.

Then there was a tingling pain, biting his lips, as if there was some kind of deep hatred.

The girl reacted quickly. , More fierce resistance.

"Fainted."

"The second time." Malfoy touched the corner of his mouth.

"I really like biting people." While Hermione fell asleep, Malfoy picked her chin and said playfully.

In such a big disaster, I always have to charge some interest. I have to say, it's very delicate.

The unique maturity and youthful temperament of this age coexist, when it is most faint.

In addition to her strong and independent temperament, she has some strange charm.

"It would be better if you didn't like to poke Louzi so much." Malfoy sighed.

How to deal with this girl is also a big problem.

Maybe you have to wait until the end of the war and the dust settles?

Malfoy held his forehead painfully, obviously this was a big problem.

You have to think about the rhetoric against Voldemort.

He turned his head away.

He is also at a young age, and it is impossible to be indifferent to this.

He kept pouring tea into his mouth, and the expensive tea was drunk by the cows.

Malfoy eased his emotions.

Reading casually, calming down.

Malfoy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his teeth touched the tip of his tongue, his lips and tongue were injured, and his teeth seemed to be knocked, and there was a cold pain.

Just now, the faint feeling of being peered at has completely subsided.

It's not really a peeping, but at least Voldemort needs to feel that there is a fierce resistance here.

Even if you make countless things, you can prove your loyalty.

Voldemort didn't necessarily trust him completely.

The suspicious nature has been deep into his bones.

About half an hour later, he saw Hermione's fingers twitch.

"Are you awake?" Malfoy asked casually, sitting in front of a light red solid wood coffee table, flipping through the books, the finely chopped green tea leaves in the cup, floating quietly in his sleep, braving lightly White mist.

The hot tea is getting colder.

"I would just assume it was a bite by a dog." Hermione said angrily.

"You better feel vaguely first, I haven't touched you, a dead woman, oh no, girl, it's too disappointing for me, I can't do that." Malfoy said lightly. Raised the tea cup and took a sip.

"My panic is not bad, I know what you are thinking."

"In other words, your Occlumency is well practiced, but you can't keep up with your acting skills. I can tell what you are thinking just by looking at your facial expressions."

"If you want to leave here, unless you are lying down, it is good to keep it for a while, at least not for the time being."

Malfoy put the teacup gently back on the exquisite mahogany coffee table, but the hot tea still inevitably splashed out.

Where's her wand? Needless to say, it must have been taken away.

"This suit is not suitable for you."

Hermione immediately guarded her chest with her hands vigilantly.

"Too suitable for running away, dressed very smartly." He shook his head scrutinizingly.

"Don't worry, I won't help you, it's nothing to watch." He said coldly.

Malfoy snapped his fingers.

A short figure suddenly appeared in front of Hermione's eyes--a little gleam in her eyes.

"Look at her. If she runs away, you will kill yourself." Malfoy only gave this order to her.

He knew how to deal with this situation as a servant, and he also took advantage of Hermione’s weakness. She would not run, and she would not accept the sacrifice of house elves for her.

Hermione looked at Malfoy angrily, but was interrupted again when she wanted to say something.

"If you don't want to kill her, you don't want to try to escape." Looking at this Hermione's eyes, Malfoy shook his index finger gently.

"The cruel decision is made by you, not by me." He said softly.

The disappearance of blood on Hermione's face, once again filled with a seductive flush of anger.

"Shameless." Hermione closed her eyelids weakly, her lips moved weakly.

"You have failed Professor McGonagall's trust in you!"

"I'm also very disappointed." Hermione seemed to be a little confused, muttering in a low voice, her face pale

"Disappointed? That means you still had hope for me?" He said jokingly, but found himself asking a question that shouldn't be asked.

"Yes, I liked you until not too long ago." Hermione didn't avoid the question this time, but gave a bursting answer.

The brown eyes did not evade, and Malfoy stared at each other, as if he had been hit by a stuffy hammer in the chest.

An indescribable sense of absurdity kept pouring from Malfoy's heart.

"This joke is not too funny, Miss Granger, don’t make a joke if you don’t have a sense of humor."

His light gray pupils shrank suddenly at this moment, and then said coldly.

"Your words prove a proverb-language is the most brilliant magic."

"Compared to this, you should think about how to escape from my hands in other ways instead of using sympathy."

Malfoy looked at her a few times.

Hermione's body was very stiff, she lost her strength, her brown eyes with amber sheen, staring angrily at the man in front of her. Malfoy stretched his hand over, fiddled with Hermione's brown curly hair, twisted it around his fingers, and then suddenly loosened it.

It looks a lot like flirting.

A faint fragrance of shampoo lingers in the tips of the hair.

Just now, the girl feels sick and angry from the bottom of her heart~IndoMTL.com~ take off her clothes and change her clothes into suitable clothes, at least not suitable for running. "He deliberately put on a wicked smile.

The adjustment under high pressure may be indulged before desperation, or it may be the only contribution of this reckless girl

Always teach her something, and always do things that drag her back.

"Okay, master." Shining said numbly.

Finally, he instructed the elf named Shining and left quickly.

There was a feeling of running away, but Hermione was distracted and didn't notice.

With a click, the door was closed.

He leaned back on the door beam and touched his forehead, wondering if he had hallucinations.

It's not so much a confession, as it is a declaration of a complete break, after all, the prefix of the description also has the word "once".