Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Harry, to be honest, I think we should report to the principal and professors immediately." Ron already knew what they had seen and heard in the Forbidden Forest."I never believed even a word of that Slytherin." As he said, he patted the table in front of him to show that the situation was serious.

"They won't believe it." Harry shook his head.

"Malfoy will not inform the mysterious person." Hermione whispered.

"Are you actually helping that Slytherin?" Ron seemed incomprehensible.

"He didn't lie to us about Norbert before, did he?" Hermione said.

"That's just his strategy, think about it, how happy his father will be when the mysterious man is back!"

Hermione didn't know how to answer him.

"Stop talking." Harry buried his head in the book, as if he didn't want to think about these things anymore. His scars have been stinging from time to time since he returned from the Forbidden Forest, and he couldn't even sleep well at night. It is even suspected that he has exam phobia, because he always wakes up screaming.

No matter how much the school masters look forward to, how disgusted the students are, the final exam is finally here.

Whether it’s tapping a pineapple across a desk, turning a mouse into a snuff box, or telling the procedure for making a forgotten potion, it’s not difficult for Malfoy who has already graduated enough, let alone Speaking of courses that only require memory, such as the history of magic.

Anyway, when Professor Bins’ ghost told them to put down the quill and roll up the parchment for the answer, everyone was liberated.

The trio of Audio-Technica got together after the exam. Harry said that his head was still a bit painful, and Ron suggested going to Hagrid's cabin to relax.

"Suck." Harry seemed to think of something when he mentioned Hagrid, his face pale."There will never be unprovoked coincidences," he said.

"Harry, what are you talking about." Ron was puzzled.

"I must find him to figure it out now." Harry hurriedly pulled the two to Hagrid's cabin.

Hagrid's words were easily covered, Harry confirmed his thoughts, and Hermione and Ron's faces instantly turned pale.

"That person is either Snape or a mysterious person." Hermione said tremblingly.

"We have to find Principal Dumbledore as soon as possible. Maybe the Centaur can testify for us." So they ran to the principal's office again, and it was obvious that they had touched their noses.They had to ran to the stone steps outside.

"We can only go by ourselves." Harry said helplessly.

"Harry, Professor McGonagall just said..." Ron tried to persuade but was interrupted.

"I know, if you inquire about these things or run around, you will deduct points or be expelled." Harry's expression became a little crazy: "So what? If Voldemort really returns to the Academy Cup, what is the point, Huo Gwarts will be in ruins and razed to the ground. Maybe we will all die. If I fail to stop him today, maybe I will die a little earlier."

"You're right, Harry." Hermione nodded.

"I'll accompany you, Harry," Ron said.

"Me too." Hermione said quickly.

"I can't drag you down." Harry shook his head quickly.

"What's more terrible than death? Harry." Hermione said softly, and she paused: "And Professor Flitwick just secretly told me that I got a hundred and twelve in his exam for the subject. Points. With such a high score, they are reluctant to drive me away."

"What about me?" Ron wailed.

This sentence made all three of them laugh.

After dinner, they secretly avoided others and sat in the common room.No one cares about them, and of course no one wants to care about them.When almost all the classmates were asleep, Harry ran upstairs to get his cloak. After returning to the lounge, he was found by Neville, who was still not asleep.

"You are going to violate school rules again!" Neville said loudly.

"All petrification!" Hermione pointed her wand directly at Neville."I'm sorry, Neville," she whispered, and then to the two of them: "We have no time. Now Snape doesn't know where we are, we have to hurry up."

"Yeah." The other two nodded.

As for Neville now lying on the ground upright, stiff, looking like a wooden board.

In the middle, they escaped Pepy Ghost, and Mrs. Loris, and scared Pepy Ghost by the way.Finally walked out of the corridor on the fourth floor-the door had already opened a crack.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, the big dog began to bark.They saw a harp on the ground, they knew they had to speed up, Snape was in front of them.

Harry took out the present Hagrid had given him for Christmas, a flute, and he started to play it, popping out untuned notes, and slowly the barking of the big dog stopped—it swayed. After shaking a few times, he knelt down with a soft knee, and then he threw himself on the floor and fell asleep.

Then Harry explored the way first, and the two jumped down. They were glad that there was a bunch of plants here that gave them a buffer, but they found that these long vines were entangled with their legs.

"Oh, no!" the two boys screamed.

"The flames are raging." Hermione raised her wand, pointed at the pile of plants and cast a spell. Blue bellflower-like flames spurted from the wand. In just a few seconds, the two boys felt that the vines were there. Retracting to avoid the light and warmth, let go of their entanglement.The plants twisted and twitched, automatically loosening the tendrils wrapped around them, and Harry and Ron finally broke free completely.

"Hermione, you are amazing." Harry complimented, and Ron next to him also spoke."Yeah, by the way, how did you know this thing is afraid of fire?"

"It's covered in class, don't you know?" Hermione said unnaturally.

Not only in class, but a similar sentence appeared on the note Malfoy gave her: "The Devil Net is the most afraid of fire." A few words on the paper were not thoughtless, and there were a few spells. Hermione was even more impressed than the IQ taught in the class.

"Did he know we were going to steal the Philosopher's Stone at that time?" Hermione shuddered, and then said to herself, "This is just a coincidence, a coincidence."

However, what happened next she could no longer tell it was a coincidence.

The three of them descended downhill to the end of the corridor. In front of them was a brightly lit room with a high vaulted ceiling.Countless little birds that are as dazzling as gems, flap their wings and fly around the room.There is a heavy wooden door opposite the room.

Then Harry easily grabbed a silver key, and they continued to move forward and entered the second room. It was pitch black before entering, but suddenly the lights were bright after entering, and they saw a huge chess board. A lot of chess pieces stood on the chessboard, these pieces were much taller than them themselves.How to pass this door?There is only one answer. Go over after you win in chess.

The three of them began to play black chess, replacing a knight, a bishop and a castle. Among the three, Ron played the best chess. Harry was a novice. Although Hermione had a good IQ, she was not good at it. Peaceful, but when the White Queen fiercely knocked the knight to the floor and dragged it out of the chessboard, the faces of all three were shocked.

"Sacrifice is a must, Harry, I must be eaten." Ron said after clearing Harry and Hermione.

"Ron, wait!" Harry spoke out to persuade him, but Ron had already stepped his foot out and took a step forward.The White Queen rushed over immediately.She raised the rocky arm and threw it down fiercely.

"There are many obstacles!" Hermione suddenly raised her wand and pointed at the White Queen.Suddenly, the white queen's swift arm became sluggish, just like slow motion, unable to drop it.

"Harry, what are you still in a daze? I can't hold on for long." Hermione hurriedly shouted to Harry, who seemed stunned by the incident.Shaking all over, he moved three spaces to the left.King White took off the crown from his head and threw it at Harry's feet.They won.

"Hermione, how did you do it?" Ron panted for the rest of his life.

"Don't worry about so much, let's go." Hermione didn't know how to explain, so she could only change the subject.

"Yes, we have no time." Harry said hurriedly, and the three of them hurriedly walked down a corridor, bypassing a troll that had been badly wounded, and came to a table with seven on it. bottle.

Hermione quickly reasoned out the effect of all the potions in the bottle.Harry told them both to go back and report the news, and he drank the bottle of medicine that could pass through the black flame.

The biting cold made him resist the black flames. He couldn't see anything. There was only a black flame in front of him. Then, he went to the other side smoothly and entered the last room.

"No!" As soon as Harry entered, he saw a scene that made him starve. There was already a person in it—not Snape, or even Voldemort. The man raised a rock, Harry Recognizing him, he is Quirrell.

Quirrell seemed to notice him. The back of his head turned, and Harry heard: "Master, your strength has not recovered yet." This was Quirrell's voice.

"Now it's enough for me to act and give me the right to use the body." This was a sharp voice.

Two voices appeared in one body, and Harry couldn't help shaking.

The big scarf eased slowly, and there was a face on the back of Quirrell's head. Harry had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face.The color of that face was as dead as a chalk, the red eyes glowed, and underneath were two slender nostrils like snakes.

Suddenly, that face began to laugh loudly. Words such as mad laughter, madness, and madness can all be used on his smile. His hand is firmly holding the stone, as if seeing some illusion. There was such a distorted expression on his face that was already ugly to the extreme. He kept waving his hands, which made Harry feel nauseated. After that, he was afraid: "He has the Philosopher's Stone. He is Voldemort. Are you going to die?" His thoughts began to drift. He felt that a death curse would be shot at him in the next moment. He regretted not learning a few more defensive spells, but he remembered that the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was also from Voldemort.He thought about it, but he did not usher in death.

He plucked up the courage to look at Voldemort and found that the stone in his hand was turning to powder little by little, sliding from the palm of his hand to the ground.

"No!" It seemed that the dream was broken, and he let out a hoarse and stern cry. He regained his sanity, but his expression became more ferocious. He looked at Harry.

Harry said to himself: "I don't know why the Sorcerer's Stone was destroyed by himself. Although I may die, it is enough." Then he sank into darkness, frightened or cursed. Hit, it's unknown.

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