Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Ron hadn’t seen his pet rat since Christmas lunch that day. He thought that Scabbard was only a little frightened before he panicked. As long as he returned to the bedroom, he would see it. He fell asleep quietly lying on his bed or table.Tianlai novel www."⒉3TXT.COM

The result did not go as he wanted. He could no longer find his pet. He searched most of the castle during the holiday but still found nothing. Even if he was helpless, Ron could only accept this reality, Hermione’s Crookshanks was also locked up well, although he hated the cat to the extreme, but this time it really had nothing to do with it.

Harry comforted him and said, "Maybe it can't bear to let its owner see his death with his own eyes. How many years has it been in your house?" Harry asked.

"It should be more than ten years." Even though he has gradually accepted this reality, Ron still behaved a little depressed and replied absent-mindedly.

"It's hard for me to imagine that a rat can live so long." Hermione said in surprise. The fuse is gone. The relationship between her and Ron is getting softer. "Harry was right. It might just not It made you sad and disappeared by yourself." She continued.

"Maybe." Ron stared at the fireplace in front of him, staring blankly at the flames on the coals that rose up and died out.

"My Crookshanks have also been very lacklustre recently." Hermione said worriedly, while gently stroking the smooth ginger fur of Crookshanks with her hand, and the cat responded with a lazy cry. With her touch.

"Then you'd better send it to Ms. Pomfrey to see." Ron said with concern.The most fundamental reason was solved. He didn't have any prejudice against this cat, and even felt the same, and hoped that nothing would happen to Hermione's cat. He now quite understands what it's like to lose a pet.

"Yeah" Hermione nodded slightly. Since her return from Hogsmeade that time, Crookshanks has been in a bad state. Sometimes she often looks around anxiously, as if looking for something, her eyes There were still some unexplainable emotions. Hermione felt lonely, but she quickly denied her thoughts.

A cat should not have such complicated emotions.

"We should go." Hermione looked up at the clock hung on the wall, and it was time for dinner.

Today is the last day of the holiday. All students have to go back to school and start a new semester life. Every table in the auditorium has prepared a sumptuous dinner for them. Potatoes, beef, lamb, onion and cheese, etc. They all feast on

To their surprise, when they entered the auditorium, there were many fewer people on the table in Slytherin."

The Christmas tree decorated with gifts around the students has not been removed, and there is still a little festive atmosphere. They are all surprised to find that there are a few more chairs beside the big golden chair exclusively for Dumbledore.

They speculated that maybe Dumbledore had something to announce today.

Just when the students were almost seated, the door suddenly opened, and gusts of cold wind poured in, causing many students to tighten their necklines.

Malfoy, Pansy, and the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team players filed in, even wearing the Quidditch training clothes.

"Professor, I'm sorry, the snow outside was too big. We had some accidents when we rushed back, so we were a little late." Malfoy patted the snow on his shoulder slightly and walked to Dumbledore to represent them. Explained to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore is wearing a luxurious dark purple robe today, embroidered with stars of various sizes and some wonderful patterns and patterns.

He didn't blame anything, but responded with a smile: "It's not too late, just in time for the dinner." Then he beckoned to make them all return to their positions quickly.

"I believe everyone had a very pleasant holiday. I have nothing to say before dinner. Let's start eating." Dumbledore's voice was thick and loud, resounding throughout the auditorium.

The students have great appetites. They all happily fetched their favorite food on the table, talked to each other, and told about their experiences during the holiday.

And all the Quidditch players of the Slytherin team were silent, just quietly eating the food in front of their eyes, but their eyes were horribly bright, and that was absolute confidence in it.

"Could they think that the special training would be a sure win?" Ron said with a contempt of a lamb chop in front of him.

"Harry, your training intensity is not lower than them, right?" Ron stab Harry with his elbow again.

"Of course." Harry nodded and helped his glasses.

"Besides, you still have..." Ron stopped, it was a secret.

The fact that Harry got a Firebolt is still a secret. They are planning to use it as a killer against Ravenclaw. If this information were known in advance by them, it might be targeted in advance.

There was also an episode in the middle. Hermione was still worried the day Harry received the Firebolt, so she told Professor McGonagall about it. At that time, their lunch had just ended and Professor Flitwick was also there. They Decided to disassemble the broom carefully, check it all inside and out, to avoid the evil curse on it.

To be honest, it seemed to Harry and Ron that such an act against a brand-new flying broomstick was "unforgivable" and too cruel.

But they had to accept it again. Harry knew in his heart that Professor McGonagall didn’t say anything, she actually hoped that Gryffindor would win the Quidditch Cup, but she still made this choice. It means that she takes Harry's safety more seriously, and he can't complain.

"How about show me? Minerva?" But when they were desperate, Dumbledore happened to appear behind them, still keeping his kind smile.

Dumbledore took the Firebolt lightly, and just swiped it lightly with his wand, and a lot of dazzling white light appeared around the Firebolt. There was a trance of transparent smoke in the middle, and then it heavy again. Return to peace, as if nothing was born just now.

"No problem," Dumbledore said, twisting his beard.

"Perfect!" Harry and Ron glanced at each other, and then high-five to celebrate, looking very excited, which meant that the Firebolt didn't need to be sacked.

Dumbledore was so happy to see them so happy.

Time went back to the present, just when all the students were full and drunk, the food on the plate began to disappear, and then the plate began to disappear, and finally the four long tables became empty again.

"I'm sorry, but I have to delay everyone's time again tonight." Dumbledore walked to the front desk and said, supporting his half-moon lens.