Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The story begins.

In the extreme cold of the far north, there is a ferocious dragon lurking.

Gray scales covered almost the entire body, from the upper torso to the horn claws, gradually transitioning from gray to black, walking down the spine, a pair of extremely strong wings abruptly extended, and many of the scales were turned upside down. It was as if a sharp blade had grown from one of his bones.

The green eyes are like clear emerald gems, and the scars around the eye sockets are like the accumulation of countless black rocks that have experienced vicissitudes of life.

As soon as his wings were lifted, a violent snowstorm would blow up from the snow field, and with a flick of his claws, the towering snow-capped mountains would collapse and collapse.

It does not need to eat, it can maintain its own life by drinking snow and ice. Many of these creatures are creatures of the same dimension as those subspecies dragons.

But he is greedy by nature.

Loving wealth, cruelty and murder.

Relying on his almost infinite magic power and strong physique, the evil dragon invaded unscrupulously, from wealthy villages, towns, to entire countries, destroying them step by step, overturning countless buildings, sometimes burning the city with fire, sometimes freezing thousands of miles.

In this process, countless wealth was collected, and a gorgeous palace was erected out of thin air in the originally pure white and clear ice and snow, and it was made of pure gold.

And at night, he went back and fell asleep in the palace, occasionally picking up some of his trophies with his sharp claws, a complacent spectator,

As a dragon, they like shiny things, and he plunders them in every possible way. The palace where it lives contains countless treasures. His pillows are square pillows strung with countless pearl chains, and his bed is also made of pure gold. Forged, magic-reinforced, the light and shadow above the head is the largest night pearl in the world.

In short, all the extravagant objects in the world are used by it.

He doesn't care if people laugh at his so-called "vulgar" taste, he just knows that it's enough that he feels pleasure.

Xia Zong can't speak ice, and how can these inferior races understand his happiness?

The only value of their existence is to collect treasures and then make it easier for them to plunder.

countless warriors,

A knight, so that the united army came one after another, sent a dragon slaying team, held a sword high, but couldn't even touch his skin, with one breath, the group of poor humans turned into ice sculptures, and the more beautiful ones turned into his One of the collections, the ugly one, may be completely frozen in the ground.

Like all clichéd plots, it captures the wealth of the royal family while destroying another country.

A girl with a sad expression stood and firmly stopped in front of him who was about to leave.

"Oh, another fish that slipped through the net." He opened his mouth wide, cracked his sharp teeth, and prepared to take a breath and kill the human girl.

Only, right after he inhaled.

His emerald green pupils shrank.

The girl's cold eyes pierced his heart in an instant.

He never thought that one day he would be able to see that stubborn emotion in the eyes of human beings, that deep-seated hatred, which aroused his interest.

Maybe it was a giant dragon with no females nearby, or maybe the girl's eyes were too clear.

An inflated greed grew wildly from his heart, and he suddenly felt that all the wealth he had obtained before could be abandoned, as long as the girl was willing to follow him willingly.

It is an instinct from the blood and cannot be resisted.

"Conquered by me." Heilong opened his bloody mouth, stared at him with his dark blue ferocious eyes, and ordered the girl in human language.

The teenage girl is stubborn, even in the face of death threats.

"You are too cruel, I can't be conquered by you, unless you stop killing, then I may consider it." The girl said coldly.

"Forever? That's not realistic." The dragon shook his head.

"Ten years, ten years, how about that?" The girl raised her head and said stubbornly.

It was extremely accidental, and on a whim, he moved with a moment of compassion.

"Ten years? It's just a dream."

"But you must remember this oath," said the dragon.

Then the air on the city wall suddenly turned cold, and layers of ice froze from the girl's footsteps to her head.

Staring at this ice sculpture, he felt that everything was tasteless, and the sharp bone spurs were inserted into the corner of the ice cube, so he left with the frozen girl.

That's how he persuaded himself that it was because he was bored that he opened up to this girl.

Not for any other reason - such as ridiculous "love".

He thought he might just be suddenly a little tired of this life.

The dragon then abandoned the palace, and its huge body dived under the glacier and fell into a deep sleep.

For a dragon with a long lifespan, ten years is nothing.

But when he woke up again.

He was horrified to find that his claws were dull and his teeth were no longer sharp.

The wings are no longer strong. It used to be able to swing a huge northern wind, but now it has died down.

He quickly weakened.

he died.

Died in boundless despair.

He lost his powers and died as a dog.

As the ice cubes gradually dissolved, the girl still looked at the giant dragon who had imprisoned her for more than ten years with no expression, and then the snowflakes drifted again and covered her body.

In this world, it seems that there is no existence that can conquer her.

The story is over.

"Doesn't it sound like there are no ups and downs at all? Yes, there are many things in this world that are illogical, and the abrupt turns are more ridiculous than our bard's poetry. For example, the love of a dragon may be in its aesthetics. Among them was an ugly human girl, and she was released."

"I don't know what I want to tell you in this story, because there are many things in the world that are far-fetched and forced to interpret. People only want to see what they want and ignore objective things. "

"What do you think about this story?"

"Maybe, whatever you think, what kind of answer will you get in the future."

The last yellowed page of the book seems to be the self-portrait of the bard, staring at the reader outside the book with a mocking gaze, his sly eyes rolling.

"What does that mean?" Ron scratched his red hair and frowned, staring at the book in front of him, then turned the page and closed it again.

Hermione came to the library and found two people among a row of bookshelves.

Show them the story.

Evil be damned?

The dragon gave up and continued to do evil, but in the end, the girl didn't fall in love with him and died.

Hermione frowned, "There must be something else." Then she shook her head and decided to stop thinking about it for the time being.

Now that she was feeling a little sleepy, she tilted her head, facing the row of dark bookshelves full of books, raised her hand to cover her lips, and yawned slightly.

"By the way, Harry, where's your invisibility cloak?"

Harry, who had been silent just now, had been staring at the floor, not knowing what he was thinking, not even paying attention to Hermione's question.

"Ah? What did you say." He seemed to be relieved at this time.

"Your Invisibility Cloak," Hermione repeated.

"Maybe it was stolen by the guy who knocked you out."

"What?" Hermione's face was full of surprise.

"Your Invisibility Cloak is in Dumbledore's office?"

"Maybe not." Harry shook his head.

"Following the headmaster and falling into the other side of the curtain, maybe he borrowed it from me, but he couldn't find it among the relics." Harry said disappointedly.

Hermione's face soon showed disappointment.

Another thread was interrupted.