Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Christmas is coming, and Hermione decides to take this opportunity to go to Hogsmeade to relax,

She thinks she has sorted out her mood, it is impossible that she will never set foot here for some reason, right?

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She recalled that the first time she went there seemed to have been to the Honey Duke Candy Store. She hadn't been to other places in Hogsmeade, so this village was actually quite new to her now.

There was heavy snow outside. She was wearing a brown and yellow striped knitted scarf around her neck, a plush crimson hat on her head, and a thick coat on her body, walking slowly, His footprints were left on the snow-covered ground.

The streets are very lively. Even on such a cold day, the enthusiasm of the students and residents has not been dissipated. The Christmas atmosphere is very strong. Many shops have even put out Christmas trees at their doors. The door was also full of garlands made of holly, and enchanted candles were hung on the tree in strings.

Hermione looked at everything in front of her curiously. The customs and customs of the wizard village were revealed in front of her eyes. The choir of short wizards with pointed hats sang loudly in the street, and rode scalpers around. The tall wizard made her compare herself with the place where she once lived.

The wind was violent, that is, Hermione’s hands were already wearing gloves, and she still felt like she was going to be frozen, so she kept breathing into her hands, her eyes kept searching for her to rest and provide her with Warm place.

"Three broomstick bars?" She raised her head and glanced at the sign, then pushed the door in, with a little tension and excitement in her mind. In her cognition, the bar is still a place not suitable for minors.

Compared with the chill brought by the snow and wind outside, it is obviously warmer here. Many wizards sit at the wine table and order a drink. Some pour their own drinks, while others chat in full swing. Disputes over some anecdotes and rumors become red-faced. At this time, a woman with a beautiful face and a graceful figure will appear to soothe the tense atmosphere.

Just when Hermione was about to find a place to sit down and order a drink suitable for her age, she saw someone she never wanted to see now.

——Ron, he is sitting at a small wine table, blushing and secretly looking at the busy lady boss.

"It was a mistake to walk into this room." Hermione rolled her eyes, pushed open the door of the bar and walked out.

She still decided to visit Duke Honey and buy some sweets for her parents to take home. She still remembers that her parents were very satisfied with the mints here.

Then she ran into Harry right here.

"Are you going to find him? Then you go," Hermione said.

"I don't know the way anymore, their map is gone when they reach Hogsmeade." Harry was a little embarrassed.

"Well, I'll take you there." Hermione looked at Harry and sighed helplessly.

She wasn't very worried about Harry's safety now. Apart from the people celebrating the holidays that she saw just now, there were still many Aurors patrolling, and just as she left the bar.She saw Professor McGonagall and several other familiar faces all sneaking into the bar, and maybe apart from Dumbledore's office, that bar is the safest place now.

Hermione put herself in Harry's perspective and thought about it. He was really pitiful for this period of time. It's okay to relax. It's impossible to sue him right away, right?

"Did you bring the invisibility cloak?" She asked in a low voice, and then said: "The Mr. Moody is said to have gone to the Forbidden Forest to search, otherwise I will persuade you to go back now.

Harry nodded, but he still didn't tell the truth just now. It is true that he didn't know the road, but the location of this street would certainly not stop him. What he hoped was to create a chance for reconciliation for his two good friends.

"Let's get out," she said.

Unfortunately, when they came to this little room, Ron was no longer there.

They walked in quickly through the dilapidated wooden door. Harry was wearing an invisibility cloak, and Hermione tightened her neckline to hide her face as much as possible. She still hoped that she could make a good impression in front of her teacher.

"Two Butterbeers," she said to Mrs. Rosemerta at the bar.

"Uh..." Rosmerta looked at her repeatedly, his face was extremely tangled, and he didn't know whether to provide it to her or not. Some time ago, the girl gave her a serious heart shadow.

"Are you sure you can drink?" she asked cautiously.

"Yeah." Hermione nodded gently, trying to avoid getting attention from others, while wondering why she would ask herself this question.

"Okay, I hope you are telling the truth." Rosmerta said, and then handed Hermione two glasses of steaming, frothy butterbeer.

"Please give me a small glass of canyon water."

Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly came from behind Hermione, making Hermione's whole body tense.

"A sherry juice soda with ice and umbrella snails--" Professor Flitwick said, slamming his lips.

"I need a glass of red currant rum." Hermione couldn't discern the voice.

"Oh, okay, please wait a moment." Rosmerta turned around to respond to their order, and got busy again.

"Harry?"

Hermione walked to the place where they were sitting together, but found that Harry was gone. Even though he was wearing the invisibility cloak, he still had some sweets bought from the Honey Duke in his hand, but he was gone now.

"What are you doing there?" Hermione said, seeing a long-legged stool being dragged, and hearing a crunching sound from rubbing against the ground, but there was no one around.

"It's really unreasonable." Hermione shook her head, followed Harry's direction, took a stool from the wine table where no one was sitting, and sat beside Harry.

"Don't run around, Harry." Hermione's voice was extremely low. "Did you not see Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick next to him?"

Harry didn't speak, and Hermione couldn't let him do it right now, she could only silently push the colder Butterbeer across from her, and then watched the height of the full glass of wine slowly drop.

The sudden downward trend stopped.

Because Hermione heard the name "Black".

She seemed to understand why Harry was approaching here.

At this time, Rosmerta had brought them the drinks they ordered, and with a glass of light red wine in his hand, he found a free place to sit down gently.

"What brought you here, Minister?" This was Rosmerta's voice.

"Don't call me minister." Fudge twisted his sturdy body a little uncomfortably, his feet under the table also changed a position, and then said: "I guess one day I will completely step down."

While talking about him, he flipped out a newspaper and pointed out the reports that were about him now to several people in front of him. All the bad reviews said that he was "mediocre and incompetent".

"Uh..." Professor McGonagall couldn't find anything to comfort him for a while, because the Dementor's departure was indeed a delight.

Flitwick also just sat on a high chair, sipping his drink silently, not wanting to answer.

"I obviously do it for everyone's safety."

"Damn it, it was the Black who escaped from prison." Fudge slammed the wine table in front of him with his fist, causing waves of shaking."Since he escaped from prison, it's been all messed up..." Fudge said sadly.

Do you know, I still can't believe this," Ms. Rosmerta said musingly, "Among all the people who have fallen into the bad guys, Sirius Black is the one I never expected to do.. I mean, I remember when he was a kid at Hogwarts, if you told me at that time what he would become, then I would say you drank too much."

"Oh, he is countless times worse than you think." Fudge's attitude is very blunt, and he dislikes this fugitive who has seriously affected his political career to the extreme.

"How close he used to be with Potter, like a brother." McGonagall sighed, and then thought of the two most troublesome naughty ghosts.

"But this guy betrayed them. I thought Azkaban would be his final destination, but I didn't expect him to escape now."

Fudge began to talk endlessly, without even deliberately lowering his own volume. From the initial loyalty spell to the battle where Peter Pettigrew was killed by Black, Professor McGonagall and Flitwick also added from time to time. A few words, and Rosmerta sighed constantly.

"He's even the godfather of that poor child, my goodness, now he escapes and wants to attack him." Fudge became excited, his neck was flushed, but his shoulders soon fell loose again. "Now We can only hope that our most elite Auror team can capture him as soon as possible." He said slightly expectantly, as if this would be able to restore his reputation that had fallen into the abyss.

"Connelly, if you still want to have dinner with Dumbledore and discuss the guards of those Azkaban prisoners, then we should go back to the castle now." McGonagall reminded him as if he was thinking of something. .

"Oh, I almost forgot." Fudge touched his head, he looked out the window, "It's still early, you should go back first. Dumbledore should still be searching with our elite-Mr. Moody The Forbidden Forest." Fudge stared at the drink he hadn't finished, and he evaded.

He still didn’t want to communicate with Dumbledore. Even if he was forced to be helpless, he still wanted to procrastinate for a while. Originally, the conversation between the two was weak, not to mention that he owed Dumbledore one day not long ago. Great favor.

If there was a large-scale escape from prison at that time, what he was thinking about now was not whether he could sit firmly in this position, but about who he could find to defend his malfeasance.

A great kindness is like a big hatred, even if he is not so, but facing Dumbledore always makes him feel uncomfortable.

"Well, let's go back now."

There was a sound of glass and wood colliding, and in a blink of an eye, only Fudge was left at the wine table.

"Harry," Hermione said softly, reaching out to grab him, only to realize that there was a lot of air in front of her.

"He's not going to be stupid." Hermione's heart hung up, even she was indignant when she heard these words just now. What will happen to him if her parents died because they were betrayed by the closest and trusted person Hermione did not dare to think deeply about the blow.

She asked herself, if she knew the truth, she might also be dazzled by hatred, her reason would be swallowed by anger, and she would avenge her enemies.

Just when she was worried that Harry would do something stupid and was about to step outside to pursue it, a familiar voice came into her ears again.

"Uncle Fudge, long time no see, please allow me to greet you on behalf of my father." Hermione turned her head and saw Malfoy wearing a light gray coat, standing at the wine table where everyone was talking about, and following Fudge greeted politely, then took a chair out of the table casually and sat down gently.

"Oh, your father is okay," Fudge said.

"Dad, he's fine." Malfoy nodded, and then turned around: "But Uncle Fudge, your recent situation is not so good." Malfoy looked at Fudge with scorching eyes, as if he meant something.

Fudge's face darkened in an instant, but he still maintained his own politician's unique demeanor and did not reply.

"I heard that your subordinates are starting to move? Are you still in a stable position?" Malfoy pressed harder, asking questions that became more and more acute and embarrassed Fudge.

He said with a green face: "I don't know when Lucius's son became so rude and keen to laugh at his elders. I have to talk to him another day."

"Maybe you will even need to make an appointment to see my father another day. He won't waste time on some useless people."

"Absurd!" Fudge's breathing began to swift, and he patted the wine table in front of him heavily. He was very annoyed, but the scene that Malfoy had constructed for him was so real that he still remembered that he was in power. What a beauty it was at the time, but in a blink of an eye, his status became precarious. Look, now even a hairy boy dare to laugh at him in front of him, he hasn't stepped down yet!

"What does Malfoy want to do?" Hermione retreated back to where she was just now. It was the first time in her mind that she heard him mock a person so unscrupulously, even his elder in name.

"I'm just telling the truth." The horse shrugged and said indifferently, then turned and waved to the bar: "Mrs. Rosemerta, please give me a glass of lemonade, thank you."

"Please believe my goodwill, the friendship between the Malfoy family and you will last!" After finishing the order, Malfoy reached out and passed Fudge a small piece of parchment. The words on it were written in black ink and looked like Very small and dense, Fudge couldn't see clearly for a while, just when he pulled his eyes closer to the parchment.

Malfoy spoke again, which was like a thunder in Fudge's ears.

"I found a lot of news about Black, Uncle Fudge." Then Malfoy gave a mysterious smile, quietly looking at Fudge who was surprised.(To be continued.)