Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 48: Pattern
"Regardless of the truth, I can't let them down." The knuckles of her fingers have turned white by her own pinch,
Hermione walked slowly to Malfoy's seat, and sat down as if he could understatement as much as possible.
"Huh?" Perceiving the movement around him, Malfoy glanced at her, and then he didn't look away.
Hermione's heart felt tight. "Is there something flawed?" Hermione felt her whole body tighten.
"Well, the dean is amazing. This robe is completely invisible." Malfoy was looking at her robe. "By the way, didn't that Potter come back with you?" He continued to ask.
"He is still being taught by Professor S.." Hermione was relieved, and then replied, Snape almost blurted out a sentence just now, and she almost hung her heart again. Fortunately, Changed back.
"Our dean really "cared for Potter"," Malfoy said with a smile. He thought of the YY of those rotten girls in his previous life and couldn't help but get goose bumps.
It is said that he himself is also a disaster victim in the BL industry.
"Well, I think you must be in no mood to eat anymore. Should we go back to the lounge?" After teasing himself in his heart, Malfoy asked Hermione.
"Okay." Hermione tried to let herself talk as little as possible, and that was just what she wanted, and it was convenient for her to talk with fewer people.
Malfoy only felt that his brain was about to explode, so he decided to relax. "Teaching" Pansy should be a good way to relax. He feels it is necessary to test his teaching results today.
The departure of the two did not cause much attention, and most of the students' attention was still on the food in front of them.
They turned around one by one, and finally came to an empty, wet stone wall. Through this, they could reach the Slytherin lounge.
"Purebred." Malfoy said.
A stone gate hidden in the stone wall slowly opened. Malfoy strode in, followed by Hermione.
This is Hermione’s first visit to Slytherin’s common room, and perhaps the last time. This is a long, narrow basement, with walls and ceilings made of rough stones, round , The glowing green lamp was chained and hung from the ceiling. Under a beautifully carved mantelpiece in front of them, there was a crackling fire. Perhaps it was too early. Most of the students were still eating in the auditorium. Now except for the two of them, one person No, the light of the flame in the fireplace reflected the figures of Hermione and Malfoy.
"Old rules." Malfoy approached Hermione and said to her.
"What is he doing?" Hermione felt like she blushed like a cooked crab. Only then did she remember that it seemed that Malfoy and Pansy had always been close together, and when she thought of this, her heart was Inexplicably sour.
"Well, the face is so red, is it a fever?" Malfoy stretched his hand to Hermione's forehead. "No, the temperature is normal." He looked at Hermione for a while and then said, "I don't want to take your shame. It's useless to pretend to be sick. You can't be sloppy about this kind of thing." Reach to her.
"What the **** is he going to do, is he going to be stronger?" Hermione only felt that her heart was about to explode. The teenage girls were ignorant of that, and it was normal to think about it.
"Okay." As if thinking of something, Malfoysson returned his hand, "I forgot that you didn't wear a magic wand." Malfoy touched his chin, swept his gaze to the other side, and then I walked over and picked up an ordinary wand. It is estimated that Crabbe and Gore had fallen here.
"I will use it." Malfoy threw it over and tossed it to Hermione. "Don't be in a daze." Malfoy saw Hermione standing there blankly after catching the wand, not beating. "What are you waiting for?" he asked.
"Except your weapon!" A red light suddenly appeared at the tip of Malfoy's rod and shot sharply at Hermione.
"Armor!" Hermione thought she had been discovered, and her heart felt like a tangled mess, but she subconsciously used the iron armor curse.
The enchantment was bounced off, rushed to the flame in the fireplace, and disappeared invisible.
"Not bad." Malfoy's frowning brow stretched out, his tone very happy. "The progress is not small," he said.
Hermione took a sigh of relief, and now she guessed the reason for his performance just now, and she became even more enthusiastic about the shameful thoughts she had just now.
"Isn't this a good opportunity to get into the topic?" Hermione flashed brightly, and said in a complaining tone: "But it's useless if you meet a basilisk." Her heart is like a quilt. The leather drum was hammering hard, for fear of hearing something like: "It's okay, I control it anyway."
Malfoy looked at Hermione with a strange look and said, "You actually care about the basilisk? You always said that I and Dumbledore can protect you before, are you not worried at all?"
Hearing this, Hermione regretted it for a while, and felt that she had rushed in again, and she began to tense again, fearing that she would be seen through.
But Malfoy just said that, and he added: "Indeed, if you really encounter basilisks, it's useless." He seemed to think of something headache, and he took a breath and said, "Basilisk His skin is likely to have the same characteristics of armor as the dragon skin, and it can reflect the spells hitting it. Only its eyes and mouth are the only weak points of defense." He shook his head, "Although very reluctant, but When the wizard faces him, maybe only physical damage can succeed. A slightly weaker spell may be reflected."
"But don’t worry, the basilisk will only target non-pure blood wizards. You are safe."
Hermione's mood was a little happy and a little disappointed. I am happy to see this answer. Malfoy is not the person who controls the basilisk. What is disappointed is that she has not found the truth, but she still asked: "Nara. .. How is the Weasley’s petrified."
Malfoy glanced suspiciously at Hermione: "You are a bit strange today, don't you usually care about these?" But he continued, "He should have other reasons." Malfoy said vaguely and again. Make Hermione suspicious.
"How could he know that there were other reasons, could it be..." Hermione was a little unwilling to imagine it anymore, and she was obviously suspicious of her life and could only talk about other things.
One question and one answer, it was all right, but Hermione felt that her doubts deepened. Malfoy’s answer was suspicious. Hermione felt that she was further away from the truth. She even thought about it, "He Do you hide it from the closest person?"
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. It should be the other students' return. Hermione estimated the time, and the effect of the compound decoction was about to pass. She had to find an excuse to leave, this time Not only did the rhetoric be ineffective, but it made Hermione even more confused.
Just as Hermione was looking for an excuse to leave, something happened.
"What did you just say?" Malfoy asked a female student who had just entered.
"I said I heard that Professor Lockhart was near the girls' bathroom, and he said he seemed to have found a clue to the basilisk there." The female student showed an expression of admiration. Lockhart is now like a savior for the well-being of the people, giving up the rare Christmas holiday and taking risks for the safety of the students.
It must be abnormal enough for a male teacher to stroll in the girls’ bathroom, so he has to find a reasonable excuse.
"The opportunity is here." Malfoy was excited, and Riddle was finally about to make a move. Then he held Hermione's shoulder and said, "I have something urgent right now, you just stay here and don't go. ."
The ability of human brain to replenish is powerful. Before the truth is unknown, any behavior can make people’s brain make up for a thousand miles of "truth". At this moment, Malfoy was in Hermione's eyes as if he had been spotted by Achilles with his heels exposed, desperately trying to cover his weakness, and her heart was picked up again.
But she nodded calmly and said: "Okay."
Malfoy got up immediately, sprinted all the way, and ran out the door, but the excitement on his face in Hermione's eyes changed to another meaning.
"No, I want to stop him." Hermione said to herself. "Professor Lockhart is there too."
After a while, when Malfoy was far away, she hurriedly left the Slytherin common room. She didn't even have time to change her clothes back. She was afraid that she would make another sacrifice later. However, she didn't even think of reporting to other teachers, because Lockhart was there and she believed him.
Maybe she also brought a little selfishness, hoping that if someone can get lost, only one or two people will know his repentance, so that he will not be expelled.
Hermione walked through the dim corridors. The walls of those corridors were flashing with the words left by the basilisk when they came out to harm the students. Her heart was very anxious, and she walked to the crying Myrtle. At the door of her bathroom, suddenly she heard a syllable that was both familiar and unfamiliar. It was Malfoy's voice.
Intuitively told her that she should write these down. Just as she remembered, she recalled that these syllables seemed to be the weird sentences Harry said on stage. This made her even more confused: "Harry also Is it related to this?" She shook her head, believing it was just a coincidence, and now Harry should be being told by Snape.
Not long after, the voice stopped. She rushed into the bathroom and found the crying Myrtle sitting on the water tank of the innermost toilet, shivering.
Hermione originally thought that ghosts should not be afraid of this kind of emotion.
"The third!" Myrtle’s voice sounded extremely weak, "The person who came here today, you are the third." Her voice reminded one of fear, and she herself seemed to recall a very Bad memory~IndoMTL.com~How about them now? "Hermione couldn't help asking. She needs to hurry up. If it is usual, she might choose to flatter and compliment Myrtle before putting it out.
Myrtle pointed to the pool in front of her. Hermione hurried over to the pool, which looked normal. She checked it inside and out, up and down, and never let go of the water pipe below.
"This faucet never comes out of water." For some reason, Myrtle's tone suddenly became happy.
"Where were those two people just now?"
Myrtle’s face was full of fear again, and she whispered: "Both of them said something to this faucet that I didn’t understand... and it turned out to be..." Myrtle seemed to think What happened, screamed, rose into the air, turned around, and plunged head down into the toilet bowl, splashed water on Hermione, and then disappeared.
Hermione had no choice. She knew she could no longer ask for other valuable clues from Myrtle, so she closed her eyes, took a breath, and started to imitate the sound she had just heard.
This kind of sound is very strange, like the sound of a snake hissing.
Suddenly, a dazzling white light appeared from the dragon's hair, and it began to spin quickly. Then, the pool also moved. They watched as the pool slowly disappeared from sight, revealing a very large water pipe that could accommodate a person in it.
Does Gryffindor fear in the face of danger? of course! No one is not afraid of danger, but will they shrink because of it? The answer is also obvious.
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