Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

This is not where you should be. Filch stared at Malfoy with his cat-like, bulb-like eyes, with a bit of hatred and jealousy, which was the expression he faced with most students, even There is still more, because he still clearly remembers his spiritual sustenance, and Mrs. Norris was almost killed because of this kid.

Malfoy didn't reply immediately, but looked around. An oil lamp hung from the ceiling, flickering on and off, next to a set of polished chains and handcuffs in case he got permission. , he can use these to punish students who violate discipline, which is his favorite thing to do.

The room was also filled with the smell of grilled fish, whether he ate it himself or prepared it for his beloved pet.

First of all, sir, I'm sorry for the mistakes I made last term. Malfoy's face was heavy, his face filled with remorse. You know, that wasn't my intention.

Really? Filch still looked at him with a scrutiny expression, but his face had softened a lot. He could hear Malfoy's sincere tone, which made him feel a long-lost respect.

His secret was revealed last year. He was born into a wizard family, but was a Squib. Could it be his fault? He does his best for the management of Hogwarts, but there are always many troublemakers who interfere with his work. Some students will laugh at him face to face, some will laugh at him behind the scenes, laugh at his dress, laugh at his Bare forehead, mockery at his ageing movements, and more mockery of course on his biggest flaw - he can't do magic.

A wizard who doesn't know magic is ridiculous.

He thought that this secret could be buried forever, at least it could be kept secret among the students, so that he could retain a little dignity, but unfortunately, he revealed it himself last year.

From then on, the students looked at him with something more, called sympathy and pity.

His heart is more gloomy, and he is devoted to his duties but not understood, which makes his heart more and more distorted, and now he only feels that only punishing those disobedient students can bring him pleasure.

But today was different. He didn't see ridicule and pity in the eyes of the student in front of him. It was an ordinary look, exactly the look he expected.

His wish was nothing, he just wanted to be a normal wizard (even without magic powers), he just wanted to be treated equally.

You're a worthy administrator, and I'm very sorry for what happened to me last year. Malfoy apologized again, so I hope you'll forgive me.

Meow. A cat meow suddenly came from above the two of them. It was Mrs. Norris's meow.

Oh, your nose is smart, take it. Mrs. Norris was keenly aware of the packages in Malfoy's arms, and jumped directly from the chandelier on the ceiling, so Malfoy threw one of the packages to It, Mrs. Norris didn't recognize it, and used its scrawny claws to open the package and enjoy the deliciousness.

This is a package of dried fish.

Seeing this, Filch's originally grim face softened more and more.

Doing what you like is always the fastest way to get there.

Almost forgot about business. Malfoy made a waking up expression, and hurriedly brought another black package behind him to him and handed it to Filch.

What's this? Filch couldn't help but ask, trying to keep his voice as gentle as possible. Respect is mutual, he knows his own faults, and his voice is often made fun of, sometimes serious, but always It's funny that the two Weasley brats often imitate him.

Prank props. Malfoy said calmly.

What? Filch's face changed immediately, and the eyes under the deep concave sockets began to bulge out again, a bit like ghosts, which was the thing he hated the most, and almost instantly he felt that the boy was here to humiliate him on purpose .

The Weasley brothers made the whole building unsafe, so I confiscated all their stuff. Malfoy read the word confiscated slowly.

I think there's only one destination for these prank props. Malfoy looked past Filch to the drawers under the table behind him, which he knew contained a drawer for twins, and another A drawer with the words Confiscation of supplies, high risk.

The twins are shit sticks. Every time a big mess happens, they always cause them. Many professors have come to me about the last roar letter. I also told Professor Dumbledore. , but the principal always said that I should be more tolerant, for example, from another angle, their pranks are also an art, I don’t know what kind of art it is!” When it comes to the two Weasley brothers, they have always been indifferent. Filch, who was talking, also opened the box. The twins were his old enemies, and sometimes he hated more than Peeves. The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and he even patted the table heavily.

In addition to doing what they like, sometimes setting up the same enemy as a target is also a way to get closer.

Filch felt that the student in front of him became more and more pleasing to the eye, and he didn't want to pursue Mrs. Norris's past. At that time, he knew that Malfoy lost the Academy Cup because of the secret room incident and applauded, but now He felt that such a polite and good boy must be innocent.

Well, if he knew the pranks in the bag were all knockoffs that Malfoy paid to buy from the twins, he probably wouldn't think so.

This is a small contribution I made to the stability of Hogwarts. Malfoy said modestly, And now, I feel that I should privately treat a conscientious administrator who has been misunderstood by students. Salute. As he spoke, he took out the last thing he brought today from his arms.

A bottle of wine, depending on the packaging, is still a hard liquor.

Filch's eyes shrank immediately. This thing should be considered contraband at Hogwarts. Just when he was hesitating about what to do, Malfoy spoke up.

This bottle of wine will only be the contraband you found in my bedroom. Only you know how to deal with it, and it has nothing to do with me. Malfoy spread his hands and made a clear hint.

Students can't drink. Filch frowned.

I think I could be a listener, Malfoy said, smiling.

Looking at the reflection of his face on the bottle, Filch took the bottle with his dry palm with a complicated expression, but he lifted the bottle cap. For a time, the aroma of wine filled the entire office.

Soon after.

Ever since I can remember, I've felt that I'm not the same as other people my age. Filch leaned on the table with a dazed eye, and recounted his tragic childhood and even his entire life sentence by sentence.

You said, why is a person's life always so unfair?

Prejudice, ridicule, and sympathy made him feel inferior and sensitive. After he became an administrator, he could only be mean and old-fashioned.

Looking at Filch who was drunk at the table, Malfoy sighed slightly.

It's also a poor person. Malfoy thought silently, then got up and walked out of the house. The sober Mrs. Norris was curled up on the table and silently nibbling on dried fish, while watching Malfoy leave. (To be continued.)