Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

A large green shadow stood in front of the two of them.

Snape turned towards Malfoy with his sallow face, so dark that he was thought to be seriously ill.

Those black eyes seemed like black holes, absorbing all the light around them.

"Come with me." Snape repeated it blankly to him, without any extra explanation, like an order, tough and undeniable.

Seeing Pansy holding his arm tightly, she looked worried.

"Miss Parkinson, you don't need to come, and you don't have to worry, I'm just chatting with Draco." Snape seemed to see through what the girl was thinking and took the initiative to explain.

Then he turned away, with his hands behind his back, and walked forward with a sullen face, not worried that Malfoy wouldn't follow in his footsteps.

"We have a chance to chat, I won't disappear now, you go to dinner first." Malfoy whispered a few words in Pansy's ear, comforted, rubbed her short hair, and followed closely behind behind the ugly man.

With his wand, Snape touched a portrait of a soldier holding a golden round shield, which was lifted to reveal a ladder.

"The Dark Lord told me. His disobedient subordinates may have caused some trouble for you. I hope it didn't delay your schedule. Of course, it seems that you are late now. Mag was going to make an official announcement at the morning meeting in the morning. The news, but it's delayed for now." Snape spoke to his students in a very low voice as he walked with his shining wand raised.

"It's a little trouble." Malfoy nodded, at least making him late.

The two walked along the black steps all the way to the basement. A damp breath permeated their surroundings. The air was moist, mixed with the smell of some herbs and earth.

"I think it's best for the two of us to spend less time alone, so as not to be suspicious." Malfoy lowered his voice.

"It was McGonagall who asked me to let you stay here. She thinks it's better for you to show up at night. It is convenient for her to tell the students the news. It seemed that there was a little disturbance just now, but even so, She is still willing to let you take her test first, maybe she thinks her questions are very important."

"Maybe it will help you get a few extra points on the exam."

Snape sneered, as if to him,

Worrying about exams is a very funny thing.

Snape found his table and sat down.

Suddenly, the long wooden table in front of Snape suddenly sank in part, and with a swooshing sound, a letter came up from the bottom of the table, got into Snape's hand, and was torn apart.

That is a newspaper.

Today's Daily Prophet

"Look, today's paper, but I guess it's not necessary." Snape pushed the paper over and stopped on the edge of the table.

"I don't think it's necessary." Of course Malfoy knew what was in it and shook his head.

"Okay, then I hope you can accept or cooperate with what I'm talking about with you now."

"What's the matter? Professor Snape." Malfoy walked to a somewhat rotten, but spotless bookshelf, took out a copy of "Advanced Potions Skills", and flipped through it casually.

Snape took a breath.

"You need to be a 'normal' student," he said slowly.

"Normal? Am I not normal now? Professor Snape, or what do you mean by normal, let me get a few points off the paper? Be mediocre?" Malfoy inserted the book back into the shelf, raised his head, and looked at him without a trace. He looked at Snape without hesitation, and said jokingly.

"What does Lord Dark Lord mean?" Malfoy added.

"You don't have to play stupid." Snape's tone became indifferent, meaning.

"Well, I have to say, my mother is very courageous." Malfoy sighed suddenly, as if he knew what happened.

"Narcissa has been begging me for a long time. She doesn't want you to take any more risks. I agreed with her considering my friendship with your father. I will help you communicate with the Dark Lord and share some information with you." Snape said coldly. Say.

The normal just mentioned is obviously normal in the true sense.

Instead of pretending to be "normal", wandering on the edge of danger to spy on intelligence.

"What good is that for you? Professor Snape, I don't recall you being a helpful person and risking disobeying the Dark Lord's orders."

"Your parents will owe me a favor, which may be of some use in the future." Snape became impatient, and his tone became more and more gloomy, as if saying this kind of thing went against his own character.

"Favors? What's the use of favors, Professor Snape?" Malfoy questioned.

Snape fell silent.

"But I'm also happy to relax. Professor, if you don't mind being tired, I have no other opinion." Seemingly feeling a little aggressive, Malfoy eased his questioning tone.

Moving his fingertips, he put the copy aside and took the "Daily Prophet" which he had no interest in.

The above probably wrote some stories about him, briefly summarized.

It was as if he had been put into the most powerful Muggle washing machine and washed white again with a lot of bleach.

Of course that's how Muggles describe it.

In wizard parlance, it should be "clean up"

"Okay, I should go."

With one glance and ten lines, after reading the report about himself as if to pass the time, Malfoy had no sense that he was being helped, and turned around and left.

Snape stared at his back, remembering Narcissa pleading with him.

"Severus, I beg you, Draco will definitely be under strict surveillance at school. If he is found again, I'm afraid of him..." Narcissa's haggard face flashed one after another in Snape's mind.

He actually had his "soft-hearted" moments, but Snape didn't want to deny it.

Because there is no point in deceiving yourself.

Maybe he really remembered her.

What they have in common - they are both mothers.