Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

A gleaming oak door was silently opened, and the only movement was the clunk of a brass doorknocker in the shape of a griffin and the door itself.

It was Dumbledore, the third project was over, and he returned to his office.

His expression was a little sluggish. Compared with his usual spirited spirit, he had a considerable contrast. The tall, straight and tall figure was a little stooped at this time.

It can be seen that his mood is not very good, and his body is a little tired.

This is inevitable. After a battle with Voldemort, for ordinary wizards, even if they survive, they have done their best. Even if this person is Dumbledore, it does not mean that he can take it lightly.

What's more, no matter how energetic he is, he is already an old man who has lived for more than a century, and his energy must be reduced a lot compared to his prime.

"Are you back? Professor Dumbledore?" A boy's voice came from not far away.

The owner of the voice is Malfoy, who is teasing Dumbledore's phoenix pet at this time, and Fox is in his prime at this time, and the bright red feathers make it look energetic.

The phoenix on the perch jumped up and down as Malfoy used his wand to conjure up fiery balls of fire to feed it.

"Fox, enough, be careful not to digest." Dumbledore shook his head and got closer.

Fox immediately submissively stopped his eating behavior, but still used his spiritual eyes to look at Malfoy with some anticipation, and it seemed that his favorability for the boy had increased a lot.

It is a very intelligent creature. It knows that its owner trusts this young boy very much, and has specially set up an extra password for him in the principal's office, so he can come and go here at any time, so it is not surprising.

Otherwise, this phoenix wouldn't mind being a cameo guard when faced with an outsider who was not trusted.

"Okay, let's talk, Professor Dumbledore, I guess the plan is definitely not as smooth as we thought." Malfoy found a wooden chair at random and sat down, waiting for the rest, sitting upright, waiting for Deng Bridor's reply.

"Indeed, there was an accident in the process." Dumbledore shook his head.

Malfoy's fists clenched suddenly, then quickly loosened,

He restrained his frustration and sadness, and asked calmly, "What's the accident?"

The long-planned plan failed, which made him feel a distorted sense of loss and unreality, but it seemed logical, after all, he couldn't control everything, and the storm of the butterfly's wings would only get bigger and bigger, making it difficult for people to understand. Control and Anticipation.

"Voldemort's resurrection didn't use Harry's blood, and I don't know what happened, so he was resurrected ahead of time." Dumbledore pushed his lens, his expression full of helplessness.

Hearing this, Malfoy's brows furrowed, his thin lips pursed, as if he was thinking about something.

"Why?" Malfoy demanded.

"I don't know." Dumbledore pushed his half-moon lens, and his tone became more and more low.

"And what about the snake?" the boy continued, needing more information.

"Voldemort was very alert. When I appeared, he immediately ordered the python to disappear from the battlefield, and even took Peter Pettigrew in the end." Dumbledore still shook his head.

"He seems to have always felt my peeping, but he is not sure." Dumbledore said, "I felt his precaution and caution, so I couldn't get too close, and I don't know why he was resurrected earlier. After the early resurrection, it is meaningless for Harry to appear again, but at this time the game has already started, and I dare not rush back to stop the process easily. If I rush back to Harry and get the door key on the way back, the consequences will be disastrous."

"So I took the initiative to show up, hoping to subdue him, even if the hope is a little slim." Dumbledore shook his head and closed his eyelids when he spoke, looking very sleepy.

"At that time, many Death Eaters began to appear around him. He summoned the Dark Mark. Since our plan failed, I could only show up to stop the loss. If I can subdue him, it will be a good result." Dumbledore continued.

"His strength is fading badly, I feel it," Dumbledore expounded a fact that should have been gratifying.

"Of course I know," Malfoy said heartily.

As early as a few years ago, Voldemort's father's ashes were partially replaced by him in order to weaken his strength. It is not that he did not think about taking them all, but this may force Voldemort to think of other ways, causing other variable.

Even if Voldemort was a remnant, it would be impossible to catch him.

Defeating and killing are two concepts. The endless black magic and his escape career for more than ten years must have tempered his escape skills even more.

In order to reduce Voldemort's strength, he even put a lot of effort into Peter Pettigrew. When he temporarily became a hero praised by everyone, secretly, this poor mouse had no idea how much he had eaten in his stomach. Snape's special potion for him.

Just want to be able to maximize the strength of Voldemort is restrained within an acceptable range.

Now it seems that this purpose has been achieved, and Dumbledore's judgment is of course extremely accurate.

It is a pity that people are unpredictable, and Malfoy will not guess now, that the hatred and a little coincidence from Peter Pettigrew actually broke everyone's expectations.

Voldemort lost a "perfect" resurrection because of him.

And Malfoy and the others also lost an opportunity to add an Achilles' heel to Voldemort.

"But he got away in the end, didn't he?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

"He will do anything to restore his strength, not only from his own body, but also from foreign objects." Malfoy stared at Dumbledore's blue eyes and said.

"Foreign objects..." Dumbledore murmured, immediately thinking of what matters most to most wizards.

"Wand? Dumbledore asked tentatively, and then seemed to suddenly think of something, his face suddenly pale.

Voldemort will definitely discover the abnormality of the twin cores. In order to solve this problem, he may do many unforeseen things. With Legilimency, what he is best at is torture.

"Looks like you've figured it out, Professor," Malfoy said flatly. "I have two plans now. Would you like to hear them?"

"Of course, I would like to hear more about it," said Dumbledore.

......

"This is so cruel." After a long time, Dumbledore sighed. After listening to Malfoy's plan, he walked to Fox's perch and gently stroked its feathers, as if it would calm him down. Feeling.

"Maybe, but I think it's not bad, and a little more experience would be nice, wouldn't it?" Malfoy said lightly.

"It's just that I hope you can take care of me while I'm away," Malfoy added.

"Of course, this is my responsibility." Dumbledore pressed his fingertips together and said solemnly, his azure blue eyes bursting with astonishing light.