Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Christmas is approaching, and many Hogwarts students choose to go back to their homes and spend this holiday with their parents.Hunting "Wen Wang Ww" W."LieWen.Cc

But Harry, Ron, and Hermione all chose to stay in school.

Harry knew that they were actually staying for him.

Since returning from Hogsmeade the last time, Harry’s mood has been in a low state. He is very upset. No one will feel good when he knows such a cruel reality, and he is still very close to people. Without telling him, why was his parents betrayed to death by his best friend, but no one ever told him?

"Harry, you have to calm down. They don't tell you because they are afraid you will do stupid things." Hermione stood by the fireplace and stared at Harry, saying seriously.

"Yes, Blake just wants you to know the truth, so he can set a trap for you and wait for you to throw yourself into the net." Ron said worriedly.

Perhaps the only thing that can give herself some comfort is that Hermione is temporarily reconciled because of herself and Ron.

He knew that after that day, Hermione was worried about him, and even took the initiative to find Ron and asked him to persuade herself.

But the hatred in his heart is like an incurable poison, and the crazy laugh of Blake in the newspaper pops up in his mind all the time. He just smiles like this and blows up his father's good friend in the bustling neighborhood. It was fragmented, even if his friend tried to persuade him, it would not help.

"You look bad, Harry."

"I'm fine." Harry forced a smile.

"It's too fake." Ron said more worriedly. After they've been together for so long, they can still tell whether they are laughing and laughing.

Harry also missed Hagrid especially now. He didn't know where Hagrid went, until now there was no news. They were all worried for Hagrid.

On Christmas Day, he received gifts from everyone, such as a scarlet hooded leather coat given to him by Mrs. Weasley.

But what surprised him most was that he received a new broomstick.

Firebolt!

Exquisite workmanship, smooth lines, perfect touch, first-rate flying broom!

He and Ron studied the broom almost all morning, and he was very excited, so his chances of winning in future games would be much greater.

They guessed a lot of people and who sent them, but they were all denied.

Soon Hermione also met them in the lounge. She didn't congratulate him when she saw it. Instead, she even advised him not to use the broomstick. She suspected that the broomstick might be a conspiracy and might be dangerous.

"Oh my God, maybe this broomstick was given to Harry by Sirius Black, right, he wanted to murder Harry. The way to murder is to get Harry to win the Quidditch Cup and be so happy, right? ?" Ron said impatiently.

In the end, Hermione and Ron quarreled again about Scab and Crookshanks and sat in two corners of the lounge. Hermione still stared at Harry's broom from time to time, as if the broom had offended her.

They all went to the hall during lunch, and now the tables there are moved to the place against the wall again, and there is only a table for twelve people in the middle of the room.Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick were all there, as was the gatekeeper Filch.Filch had taken off his usual brown coat and was wearing an old and rather outdated tuxedo.In addition to them, there is a first-year Gryffindor student, as well as Malfoy and Pansy from Slytherin.

"I really can't figure out why they stayed at school." Ron whispered to Harry, he didn't want to see him who had "saved" him in name.

Harry didn't speak.

Hermione saw Malfoy and recalled what she had heard at Hogsmeade that day.

At that time, she dared not get too close, for fear of being discovered, she vaguely felt that the situation was somewhat similar, which gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The farther behind, the voices of Malfoy and Fudge became lower, so that she could not hear clearly, but there was still a keyword that made her hear, such as "Blake, big news, restore reputation" In terms of sorts, she inferred that Malfoy might have learned about Black's whereabouts from some sources, and then revealed it to Fudge, so that he could redeem his reputation.

Even though she could not understand the sometimes behavior and tone of the Minister of Magic, she still believed that at least Fudge was on their side, and the indignation that Fudge showed when he talked about Blake's past was not fake.

This also made her worry about Harry fade away a lot. She believes that Black will soon be arrested and brought to justice. At that time, Fudge’s excitement was deeply imprinted in her mind, if not for it. Considering her own image, she believed that maybe Fudge was about to dance with excitement on the spot.

After that, she didn’t listen any more. She had to find Harry as soon as possible so that he wouldn’t be stupid, even if it was already in the Gryffindor common room at night when she saw Harry again that day, Harry had better than her It is early to go back.

In order to avoid disputes, she chose to keep what she heard a secret, but she knew Ron's prejudice against Malfoy, and if she told him, she might have another accident.

"Merry Christmas!" Dumbledore said, interrupting Hermione's thoughts when the three of them approached the table together."There are not many of us, so it's a bit silly to use those tables in the courtyards... Sit down, sit down!" Dumbledore looked at them with a smile.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat side by side at the end of the table.

"Firecracker!" Dumbledore said enthusiastically, and handed Snape the tail tip of a large silver firecracker, who reluctantly took it.The firecracker banged, like a gun, and spread out, revealing a top-top witch hat with a mountain carving specimen on the top of the hat.

Pansy, who was sitting on the side, chuckles and laughed. Snape had no expression on his sallow face and said nothing. He had a relatively high tolerance for students in his college, and it was a holiday.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other and grinned, just restrained.

Snape's mouth pursed, he pushed the hat to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore immediately replaced it with his wizard hat.

"Eat!" he said with a smile to the whole table.

"When are we leaving?" Pansy asked in a low voice, leaning on Malfoy's shoulder affectionately. He said that he had prepared a secret weapon for their team at Christmas, which made her very excited, her teammates. Having arrived at the place they had agreed upon, Malfoy said that he was a little bit at school and would be there later, so she herself decided to stay with him.

"It's very soon, we will be able to leave after this meal. It is not convenient for us to fill our stomachs during the trip." Malfoy explained.

"Don't get too excited, this is a special training at the expense of your vacation. You have to be prepared to endure hardship." Malfoy added.

"As long as you can win the championship, anything is fine." Pansy's eyes were bright.

"They definitely don't know that you now have the most advanced broomstick in the world." Ron couldn't help but want to laugh when he heard their conversation, so he gathered Harry's ear and said in a low voice."This is definitely a secret weapon they never thought of."

"It depends on us in the end," Harry said, but his expression still betrayed his inner happiness. He was looking forward to the surprise of the Slytherin players.

It's just that because of the round-robin system, they and the Slytherin team will no longer meet in this Quidditch Cup, which made Harry somewhat disappointed.

"By the way, why didn't you let me go to Hogsmeade last time? You left me alone at school?" Pansy asked suddenly.There was a little dissatisfaction in his tone, and the happy mood immediately changed due to the "special training" just now, and it turned overcast.

"This is just a small punishment for your last drink. It's better to drink this kind of drink at your age." While speaking, Malfoy offered her a cup of honey tea.

"Oh, all right." She pressed her lips to take it, but didn't drink a sip.

"This sausage tastes good?" It was Dumbledore's voice, and he was asking about Malfoy who was sitting beside him with concern.

"Of course, Professor." Malfoy nodded politely, then took a plate full of sausages that Dumbledore handed him.

Just then, the door of the hall opened.Professor Trelawney came in, and she slid towards everyone as if standing on a wheel.To celebrate Christmas, she wore a green dress decorated with small metal discs, which made her look more like a bright oversized dragonfly.

"Sybil, it's really nice that you are here," Dumbledore said, getting up to meet her.

But just when he was about to stand up, a loud bark suddenly sounded from under the table.

"Scaly, what's the matter with you." Scaly, who was hiding in Ron's arms, suddenly jumped out, leaped into the air, and ran unconsciously on the table full of plates, rushing from left to right, as if there was something killing behind Like the ghost, many plates were overturned on the table by it, and there was a ping-pong-pong-pong glass crashing, and some people with bad luck fell directly to the ground, smashed to pieces, and clanging.

Finally it jumped off the dining table, and didn't know where it went.

"Don't look at me." Hermione spread her hands, sighed and said, "For this mouse, Crookshanks has been locked in my dorm room." Ron looked at Hermione almost immediately, Hemi. Min explained.

"You wouldn't even be indistinguishable from the barking of cats and dogs." Hermione said helplessly afterwards.

"This is the first time I have seen a mouse be frightened by the barking of dogs. Shouldn't the mouse be afraid of cats? The Weasley family pets are really unusual." Pansy chuckled.

"You!" Ron glared at Pansy, but had no time to argue with her.

"Really a lively pet." Dumbledore said with a smile, twisting his beard, and was interrupted by the barking of the dog. He didn't continue to stand up to greet him, and kept sitting.

"Weasley, it looks like your two brothers have played a prank again." Malfoy bent down, glanced at the leg of the table, then stretched out his hand and pulled it out, taking out a scarlet belt and carrying it. Some striped speakers.

"Let's see." Malfoy poked the horn again, and now it was the cat's lazy "meow" cry.

"The two troublemakers don't even have a peaceful Christmas." Filch's face was black as charcoal.

"It's better to be festive for the holidays, but I think it's good." Dumbledore was still happy, and even reached out his hand to pick up the horn and pressed it.

"Quack."

There was another duck cry.

"Look, it's funny, it reminds me of their roar letter from last semester." Dumbledore said while playing with the speaker.

"Oh, Sybil, why don't you come, there's still an empty seat here." Dumbledore waved to Professor Trelawney again.

"Principal, I've been watching the crystal ball," Professor Trelawney said, using her most vague and distant voice. "To my surprise, I saw myself abandon the lunch that I used alone. Attend your dinner party. Who am I, how can I refuse the urge of fate? I immediately walked out of my building, and I sincerely ask you to forgive me for being late..."

"Of course. Of course," Dumbledore said, eyes bright, "Let me get you a chair—"

Sure enough, he used his magic wand to pull a chair in mid-air, and it took a few seconds to turn the chair in mid-air before a dull noise fell between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.However, Professor Trelawney did not sit down, her big eyes kept looking all over the table, and suddenly she let out a low scream.

"I dare not, principal! If I sit down, there will be thirteen people at a table! Nothing is more unlucky than thirteen! Never forget that if 13 people eat together, the first one to stand up after a meal People will die first!"

"We're willing to take the risk, Sybil," Professor McGonagall said impatiently. "Sit down. The turkey is as cold as a rock."

"No, I can leave now." Malfoy stood up."To be honest, I'm already full, and now I have to pack our luggage. Let's meet at the door in two hours, Pansy." Malfoy followed Pansy, leaning on the chair.

"Everyone, please enjoy it slowly," he said politely.

"Now I'm leaving, you don't have to worry if you join exactly twelve more people, right, professor?" Malfoy walked to Professor Trelawney and whispered.

"That makes me feel like I drove you away." Professor Trelawney muttered, and then sat on the empty chair, the expression on her face eased a lot.

"Of course not." Malfoy said with a smile, then turned and walked quickly towards the exit of the auditorium.

"Let's go ahead." Dumbledore raised the glass in front of him and said to the crowd.

So the students and teachers at the table began to enjoy the delicious food in front of them, but Ron looked at the exit with worry from time to time, still worried about his pet rat.

"It seems that the mouse should be the first to leave the table, right?"

"You are the thirteenth person, Peter." Malfoy sighed as he was about to step out of the door.(To be continued.)