Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"You said, why Hagrid's class was postponed?" Ron asked his two friends at the Gryffindor table at dinner on the first day of school.

"I don't know either." Harry said frustratedly. If nothing happens, this afternoon's class should be Hagrid's "Magic Creature Protection Class". Although to be honest, Harry is not very impressed with this course. Interested, but out of encouragement to Hagrid, they still hope to go to his class as soon as possible to help him, because they know that Slytherin should go to class with Gryffindor, if they are not there, the generous Hagrid points What is it like to be bullied?

"Maybe it's a dementor." Hermione tentatively explained her reasoning.

Harry couldn't help but tremble, and still asked, "Hagrid met a dementor in school? Then we should hurry up and find Professor Dumbledore!"

The other students in Gryffindor all turned to look at them. No one would not be afraid and disgusted by that group of monsters.

"No, no," Hermione hurriedly denied. She didn't want to be charged with spreading rumors. It would not be good news to deduct points as soon as school starts.

"I mean..." Hermione tilted her head to recall, and then continued: "The magical creature that Hagrid raised may have been affected by a dementor." Since Harry was attacked by a dementor, After that, she checked the Dementor's information in her free time.

"Dementors feed on happy emotions. Generally, only people have complex emotions, so everyone will subconsciously think that their hunting objects are only people. This is true in most cases, because most animals’ thoughts are a little confused. But there are exceptions." Hermione glanced at the dedicated classmates around her. Even some of Ravenclaw's students stretched their heads. She couldn't help but become a little proud, and then said in a higher tone: "Some animal The thinking is close to the wizard, but the intelligence level is relatively low, so it is also possible to be used as food by dementors."

"The creatures that Hagrid keeps may really be in trouble," Harry murmured. He has a deep understanding of the strange creatures of Hagrid, but he has to admit that those creatures are indeed very spiritual.

"Yes." Hermione nodded. Those dementors were also stationed in the Forbidden Forest, and Hagrid's creatures were affected.

"Look at my poor spot. He must have been affected. He has lost weight again." Ron glanced at his pet curled up under the table and felt distressed again. In his opinion, his mouse is very spiritual. .

"The state of Crookshanks is not very good." With her cheek supported, Hermione did not have any appetite looking at the hearty food in front of her. Her big ginger cat was also very clever, and half of them were raccoons. The blood of the son can distinguish good from evil instinctively.

"Don't mention your fat cat?" Ron said disgustedly, and he keenly felt that Zebra trembled in fear after hearing the cat's name.

"It's called Crookshanks, not Fat Cat." Hermione said word by word with a serious expression. She hoped her friend would recognize her pet, but this wish seemed difficult to come true.

"I don't care about this kind of problem, I just hope you can lock your cat in the dormitory well." Ron's tone worsened, and the slightly relaxed relationship seemed to have cracked again.

"You don't need to worry about this." Hermione said irritably.

"Professor Trelawney is right. Some people are born with auras wrong. I guess that cat, like its owner, is not smart enough to be shown to dementors." Ron also said. So, I just turned up what Professor Trelawney said in the morning divination class. Ron, who was not as good as Hermione, felt that only this aspect could have the upper hand.

Seeing the smell of gunpowder getting more and more serious, Harry hurriedly kicked Ron under the table, not to mention who was right and who was wrong.

"You can take this kind of useless course. Compared with my arithmetic and divination course, this course is not as good as rubbish." Hermione's chest rose and fell sharply, her face flushed, and it was obviously because of Ron's. I was so angry after a few words, I immediately retorted, and slapped the knife and fork in his hand onto the table with such a strong force that the table shook a few times, and the minced meat and carrots on the plate Flying everywhere.

"My halo is wrong?" Hermione repeated Ron's words in a seemingly questioning tone.

At this time, she was very angry, and her always calm mind became hot.

"Then let me, a person with the wrong halo, come and make a prediction for our Mr. Ron Weasley." Hermione magnified her voice, "You, redhead boy, there will be a bloody disaster tomorrow!" Hermione held the table and stared at Ron tightly, imitating Professor Trelawney's low tone.

This is actually more like a curse than prophecy.

Then Hermione grabbed the schoolbag and walked out of the auditorium without looking back.

"She was crying." Harry stared at Hermione's back blankly and saw her walking quickly while raising the long sleeve of his right hand. He guessed it was Hermione wiping away tears from the corner of her eyes.

"It seems that I will definitely have good luck tomorrow." Ron frowned, but still forced himself to laugh. He hit Harry with his arm: "Harry, don't you think?"

Harry was expressionless, he didn't think Ron would really be lucky.