Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The setting sun was about to fall, and the afterglow of the yellow sunset fell on every corner of Hogwarts. The gradually darkening sky occasionally flew over a few heroic owls and dark bats, and the night was about to cover the entire Hogwarts.

And Malfoy stepped out of the classroom, looked out over the stone fence, and found that the sky had darkened to this look, so he could only smile bitterly.

"Go back and eat some food." He could only think so, the luxury goods Narcissa gave him should be able to support him for a night, but even the high-end desserts can't be eaten.

Walking along the familiar path, the sunset fading below the horizon is still trying its best to emit the last ray of light to guide him, otherwise he may have to use "fluorescent flash". The grass blades and small flowers between the green meadows on both sides swayed with the breeze, making rustling noises, and some unknown insects chirping. Luoluo lit up with a pale yellow light, reflecting the ancient and mottled masonry.

On weekdays, Malfoy is racing against time and time. Now he misses dinner time, but he rarely enjoys a comfortable time. He takes a leisurely walk and observes this rare beauty. Since crossing, the future threat is like A sword of Damocles hanging over his head made it almost impossible for him to slack off.

"Uh, Pansy?" Looking at a familiar figure under a tree not far away, Malfoy couldn't help but say hello, and then he remembered that he seemed to have told her that he would soon go to the restaurant and meet her. , I couldn't help but have some headaches, and I really didn't know how to appease her even though I was at a loss.

"Hey, I accidentally took too much food and I'll give it to you." Pansy didn't look at him, but turned to look at the sinking sunset, seemingly a little shy.

"Thank you." Malfoy said, reaching out to take it, still with a little warmth, the imaginary complaint did not appear, but unexpected concern, which made him feel a little warmer and felt himself The "imperceptible" educational outcomes paid off.

They walked to the lake and wandered around for a while. The sky was completely dark and cold. The night wind brought some moisture and coldness to the calm lake. Swing out.

"Is this a date?" Pansy's heart was beating wildly, and the ignorant girlish love made her face a little red, and she couldn't help thinking about it, but she couldn't tell in the dark.

Another cold night wind came and woke her up. Pansy remembered her real purpose today, and turned to Malfoy with a serious look: "Draco, I have something I want to ask for your help."

"Tell me, what gadgets are you looking at again?" Malfoy wondered why Pansy had changed in the past few days, it turned out to be begging him.

To say that most pure-blooded families are relatively wealthy, and they are not stingy with their children, let alone a girl who needs to be rich, but no matter how much pocket money is, they can’t afford to spend a lot of money. Only him.

Just looking at Pansy's blushing face, Malfoy felt that he must have made a mistake, and quickly remedied: "Just kidding, don't mind."

"Hmph." Pansy turned her head away angrily, but she still thought bitterly in her heart: "He still treats me as a child." "Then he should mature himself," she encouraged herself. Then he turned his head and said, "I want to learn the Patronus Spell, the spell you use to repel those Dementors."

Hearing the words, Malfoy stumbled, as if he was tripped by something, and almost fell into the lake, but Pansy was startled, and he quickly pulled out his wand to use the spell, but fortunately there was no surprise. It was dangerous, but with a slight sway of his body, Malfoy stabilized his body.

"What did you say?" Malfoy seemed to think that he had hallucinations, that he didn't like to study, and Pansy, who was cramming her for the final exam, would take the initiative to learn magic spells?

"You heard right,

Draco. "Looking at Malfoy's suspicious look, Pansy was even more uncomfortable, but the change in image was not achieved overnight, and she would use actions to prove it.

"Hmm..." After confirming Pansy's mind, Malfoy pondered, if nothing else happened, the problem of dementors would be solved by him, so learning the Patronus Charm wouldn't make much sense.

"But there's no harm in learning more." He didn't care much more than learning the Patronus Charm or anything else. He was happy that Pansy had really changed, and there would be no less danger in the future, and it was impossible for him to stay forever. be by her side.

"Okay, then let's go." Malfoy took Pansy's slender hand and was about to walk to another path.

"Where are we going?" Pansy asked, a little doubt in his heart.

"A great man comparable to Merlin once said that practice is the only test of truth." Malfoy glanced at Pansy. "What do you think?"

"We're going to see the Dementors?" Hearing this, Pan Xicai's blushing face turned pale again because of the physical contact.

"They won't hurt you with my big lightbulb around." Malfoy joked, comparing the light emitted by his Patronus to a lightbulb, but made Pansy's tensed face laugh again. , the previous fear dissipated again.

He scoffed at Dumbledore's request and the Ministry of Magic's restraint on Dementors, and said that it was strictly forbidden to step into the school for half a step. During Quidditch matches, Dementors were not like no one. For sensible people, because they will weigh the cost of breaking their promises, you can hardly imagine that these disgusting guys can understand the trade-offs, and they are only driven by endless greed and desire for happiness.

But it is undeniable that they are indeed wise, rebelling and relying on the strong, but it is not something that creatures without wisdom can do.

There was a cold and chilling breath, and the two of them had already arrived at the gate of the castle. Dozens or hundreds of dementors were wandering outside the school. The students in this school seemed to be delicious delicacies waiting for them. Tasting, they waited for the opportunity to hold their own feast.

The night wind whistled and rustled the cloaks of the dementors, and the dark night scene could not stop their "thirst for food". They didn't even have facial features. There was only a hole where they should have opened their mouths. Suck it away, smell is what they judge humans by.

"Here comes the food!" The dementors on the periphery of the school had this thought at the same time, if they had an organ like the heart. Flocks of dementors floated towards the two of them, but they were still too scared to cross the thunder pool. There was so much food in the school that they didn't want to give up the entire forest for these two leaves, Azka. The prisoners in the class went crazy after being "played" by them for two days, and they couldn't feed their appetite at all.

Fresh food and spoiled food, this choice is not in the least confusing.