Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy bypassed the unconscious Frank and slowly walked into the Riddle House. Although the place was somewhat dilapidated due to the lack of a master, under Frank's efforts, the grass on the side was kept flat, and there was almost no debris. Grass.

Malfoy went straight to the largest room, which he guessed would be the living room. He hoped to find some clues about Voldemort, but the power of time was too strong, and he couldn't find any trace of magic at all. He casually shook the wooden four-corner table and stool, hoping to achieve something, but still shook his head in disappointment.

Then Malfoy circled to the back of the house and stopped by a door that was almost completely covered by creepers.

"Araho Cave is open." With a creak, the door made a heavy sound and slowly opened.

It's as dark as a cave. If it weren't for some kitchen utensils that are still cluttered, it's hard to believe that this is a kitchen, but other than that, there is no other special feature, and there is still no clue.

Finally, he came to the corridor. The large mullioned windows on both sides of the front door let in a little light, so he slowly groped to go upstairs. The stone steps were covered with a thick layer of ash.

On the landing, he turned to the right and walked straight to the top of the corridor, a door with a slight gap.

"It seems that there are no clues here, but it is expected." Malfoy comforted himself.

"But it's possible to be disgusting alone one day in the future." Then he stepped into the room, seemingly chanting a few spells.

Soon, he returned to the door of the mansion.

"Old man, let you sleep and save your life." Malfoy looked at Frank, cast a Muggle Repelling Charm on it, and left quickly.

"Oh, Maria is still waiting for me." Frank woke up with a splitting headache, but he seemed to suddenly remember his first love, the flame of love was burning in his dying life, and he stumbled out Riddle House, running to the place in his memory, as for the Riddle House that has been with him for decades, he has long forgotten it.

"Innocent old man, stay away from all this." Looking at Frank's back, Malfoy sighed.

"What happened just now was optional, but it's different now." Malfoy cheered up.

The view of Riddle House was wide, and with the memory of the terrain just now, Malfoy came to an overgrown cemetery, and could see the black outline of a small church behind a tall yew tree on the right. On the left is a hill with an exquisite old house on the hillside, which is naturally where Malfoy had just gone.

A few eerie crows could be heard from time to time in the eerie surroundings of the cemetery, but instead set off a terrifying silence.

Malfoy stopped before a tall marble tombstone.

Tom Marvolo Riddle

The wind was howling, and he couldn't help shivering.

"It looks like I'm going to make a cameo appearance today to touch Captain Jin." Obviously, the gloomy atmosphere did not affect Malfoy, and he was still in the mood to laugh at himself.

He opened the black pocket and put a few beef bones on the ground.

"Break to pieces!" Malfoy raised his wand, tapped a few bones, and then turned into a pile of foam.

Malfoy's wand was one point again, and the tombstone was slowly removed. He removed the original mixture of soil and ashes under the tomb, leaving about a third of it, and then replaced the newly created pile of debris. go in.

"Restore as before!" The tombstone slowly closed again. "You're done." Malfoy clapped his hands and smiled.

Another rush, Malfoy headed for Great Hangleton.

He couldn't see anything else around, only the tall bushes and hedges on both sides, and then he turned right towards the path and walked towards a gap in the fence.

It was a long, narrow dirt road, and the hedgerows on either side were taller and denser than the ones they had just passed. The dirt road was winding, potholed, and rock-strewn, as steep as the path just now, and seemed to lead to a small patch of dark woods below.

The ancient trees overhead cast a cool, dark, thick shadow, and Malfoy saw a house half-hidden among the tangled trees, blocking all light and the valley below. The walls were covered with moss, and many of the roof tiles had fallen off, revealing the rafters here and there. All around the house were thick nettles, tall nettles up to the windows, which were very small and thick with old grime.

As for the door, a dead snake was nailed.

The whole room exudes a rotten smell, and there is a powerful wave of black magic.

"The mind is as strong as iron!" Facing the first Horcrux he was about to face, Malfoy didn't dare to be careless and cast a will-strengthening spell on himself.

"Why are the spells I created always only for auxiliary purposes." Malfoy always felt a little helpless thinking of this, but he still cheered up.

This Horcrux killed Dumbledore's existence.

Malfoy gently pushed open the door, and Marvolo's black gemstone gold ring lay quietly on the ground, as if it would be easy for him to pick it up.

"Come and put me on, my lord." Malfoy seemed to sense the ring speaking to him, in a demagogic tone. "Don't you have dead relatives? Or friends?" The curse magic set by the Dark Lord and the resurrection stone itself seemed to have some kind of strange reaction. "Just put me on and you can see them."

"Come on, put me on, I am one of the Three Holy Artifacts."

"Put me on and you will be omnipotent! Take control of your soul!"

Whether it is Slytherin's locket or Riddle's diary, there is a demagogic power, and this Horcrux is obviously no exception, he always evokes people's deepest desires.

Malfoy felt dizzy for a while, the voice was ethereal and ethereal, making people feel relieved unconsciously, with a pleasant intimacy, even if there was no demand from its mouth, Malfoy still wanted to pick it up and put it on.

Just as Malfoy bent down and was about to touch the ring, his body suddenly trembled violently, he curled up on the ground, apparently the subconscious and conscious began to fight. Beads of sweat rolled down from his head.

The magic voice in the ear kept echoing: "Come on, put on me, you are the king of the world."

"But I don't care about the king of the world!" He struggled desperately with the ring.

With his mind as the battlefield and his will as his elite soldiers, he desperately resisted the ever-present coercion and temptation.

I don't know how long it took, because for those who are suffering, a second is like a century.

Suddenly, Malfoy stopped trembling, the outcome of the battle was decided, and his clear eyes revealed the outcome of the battle.

"It's terrifying. People I don't even care about die, yet they have such a powerful deceitful power. No wonder Old Deng was caught in the act." Malfoy touched his back, sweating coldly, carefully making the Wannian ship, except for himself Willpower, the spell just now may be the most important weight on the scale of war,

"But one cannot indulge in illusory happiness forever." Malfoy seemed to have made up his mind.

He chanted obscure incantations cautiously and cautiously, very lightly and slowly.

A spark suddenly appeared in the virtual space, it was a black flame full of weirdness.

"I originally wanted to take it back and give it to someone to study, but obviously it won't work." Malfoy thought to himself. "Based on Lao Deng's obsession with his sister, I guess I haven't had time to explain it. If a curse is thrown over it, it will be over."

"So let me take care of you here."

Malfoy tried his best to control the black flame to fly to the ring, he had to be careful, he didn't want to think that one of his followers was burned to death.

"Zi." When the black flame touched the ring, Malfoy felt that the ring began to vibrate violently, and a blood-like, black and sticky thing seemed to seep out, and an extremely weak, extremely distant pain sounded The screams came from in between.

"Boom." It seemed that he had obtained the accelerant, and Hei Yan suddenly jumped up. About two meters in height, it rushed towards everything that could burn around.

"It's not fun at all." When there was a sudden change, his only choice was to run.

"The Horcrux and the Philosopher's Stone, this is really enough for him to burn." I have to say that Malfoy's reaction was still very fast, and he escaped from the house before the fire spread.

Malfoy was panting heavily, as if he had just experienced a big battle.

Looking at the wooden house engulfed in flames, some of the flames even rubbed against the old trees, making a "crackling" sound, and the scene of the flames soaring into the sky made Malfoy in a trance.

Because he thought of a few words from his previous life: "Set fire to the mountain and sit in jail."

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