Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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Since the last time he played against Slytherin's Quidditch, he felt bad luck. He was watched by dementors and fell off the broom during the game on the court.

Without the seekers, Gryffindor lost no suspense in the game. He felt that he was sorry for Wood’s expectations, and for his teammates, and even more sorry for him, because their training was so serious and hard. .

There is something more saddening for him. The broomstick that has been with him for a long time, Guanglun 2oo, was dismembered by the beaten Liu into many pieces of wood, which is completely irrecoverable.

He felt like he had lost a good friend, and this broom carried him so many good memories.

On the day he just woke up, Ron ran over again excitedly and told him that all the dementors had been removed, and Professor Dumbledore said that they would almost never appear again.

Harry was also very happy, but there was another feeling of dismay, because of this, his motivation to learn the Patronus Mantra suddenly disappeared.

He doesn't like to give up halfway, he still hopes to learn this spell from Lupin, even if the dementor no longer appears, he still has to try to overcome his inner fear.

Thinking of Professor Lupin, he recalled the days when Snape was substitute for them. It was boring, countless notes and homework, and boring. He always liked to put his greasy head on and use energy. He gave lectures in a drowsy tone, but no one dared not listen. He likes to deduct points for Gryffindor by any means. As long as you lose your mind and want to doze off, he will be extremely "coincidentally" "Standing beside you said:

"It seems that you have a good grasp, Potter, but this is not a reason for you to be distracted in class. Please answer my question." The tone was gloomy.

Snape would deduct points for Gryffindor regardless of whether he could answer it or not.

What's more, most of the moments he can't answer.

In addition, the relationship between Hermione and Ron is still so bad. The two people always choose different moments to visit him. He now understands that when the relationship is worst, it is not the two quarreling fiercely and shaking the world, but each other. The cold war without a word.

These all made him feel uncomfortable.

Today is the day he was discharged from the hospital, and their captain Wood finally brought him unexpected good news.

In the afternoon was the match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Slytherin was defeated. According to the audience, most of their players were absent-minded, not just the players, but even the students from the same college in the audience. The sound of cheering is feeble.

Slytherin lost, which means that there is hope for their loss in the first game.

It was like a ray of winter sun shining through the dense clouds, Harry's emotions rose, and he was full of fighting spirit, even in the face of a broom that he was completely unfamiliar with.

And it's broken, rotten, and old.

He can only choose to endure, he has to find time to choose a new broom.

The Christmas holiday is coming. Before that, the students can go to Hogsmeade again. Except for him, the other students are full of interest.

Just when he hugged and said goodbye to Ron, who was wearing a cloak and a scarf, and was about to return to the Gryffindor Tower along the marble staircase.

Brother Weasley appeared behind him and patted his shoulder lightly.

"Harry, poor Harry." Fred looked at Harry sympathetically and shook his head.

"Sure enough, we still can't bear to look at you so lonely." George took the conversation.

"We actually hope you can stay at school quietly." Fred looked tangled.

"But I think the final choice should be yours." George shrugged.

"What are you talking about?" Harry shook his head in confusion, looking at the twins in front of him.

"I just want to give you a Christmas present in advance." They said in unison again.

"Thank you." Harry nodded and reached out to take the gift from George and Fred.

"You can go back to the dormitory and open it again." Fred looked at Harry and blinked at him.

"Yeah." Harry nodded. He hadn't figured out the purpose of the two in front of him until now. He was even guessing if it was another prank.

"Trust me, you will be pleasantly surprised." George said.

Harry thanked the two of them again, and then walked to his bedroom.

"Be careful, Harry." Fred and George shouted again when Harry was already some distance away from them.

Harry turned and waved to them, indicating that he had heard it.

"To be honest, Harry will not be in danger." Fred stab George in the shoulder with his elbow.

"Black didn't dare to show up. There are now Aurors patrolling around the school and on Hogsmeade Street." George said lightly.

Harry soon understood the meaning of what the twins said to him.

The gift is a hand-drawn map, slantingly hand-drawn, but it can also express what it wants to express.

This is a map to Hogsmeade, which is also marked with precautions when leading to the secret road.

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When Harry finally appeared in front of Hermione, Hermione grew her mouth and looked at him blankly, as if she had seen a ghost.

"Oh my God, Harry, why did you come here, did your uncle want to sign it for you? Even said they would still sign the form and send it to you in an owl mail?" Hermione wrote on her face. Full of astonishment.

"I ran out secretly." Harry lowered his voice.

Now he sniffed his nose and smelled a bloody smell that made him uncomfortable. He couldn't help but look up and saw a sign hanging on it that read: "Unusual taste."

Then he and Hermione reached a darker corner and began to talk about themselves.

"Do the two Ron's brothers want to kill you?" Hermione took a deep breath, couldn't help but complain, and then seemed to think of something: "You mean the map? Is there a secret path leading here? She asked.

Hermione paused as soon as she had asked, and a memory she didn't want to remember began to emerge from her mind.

"Yeah." Harry nodded, unaware of Hermione's abnormality. "It came from Honey Duke's cellar. There is a one-eyed witch next to a classroom on the fourth floor. There is a secret road behind it," he said.

"Oh." Hermione, who was still excited just now, became a little absent-minded, but simply responded.

She hates to think of her behavior in violation of school rules.

Maybe there are other deeper reasons.

"Is Ron not with you?" Harry regretted it as soon as he said it, because he saw Hermione's face covered with frost again, as cold as snowflakes floating outside the window.

"He?" Hermione raised her good-looking eyebrows. "Maybe she is still sipping her beer at the wine table, looking at the proprietress of a certain bar obsessively." She said sarcastically.(To be continued.)