Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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"Harry, I'm afraid I know Hagrid's whereabouts." Ron said with a serious face.

"What?" Harry was taken aback by the news and exclaimed, attracting sharp eyes from the librarian Mrs. Pince, which was full of warnings.

They also have to go to the library to study seriously. This semester will end now, but their courses have not been fully mastered. There are various reasons for this, such as the previous Gryffindor In order to win the Quidditch competition, the team took up a lot of extracurricular time, and the several invasions of Sirius made the students panic. These are objective reasons.

The subjective reasons need not be stated clearly. Except for a few extremely self-disciplined students, who has never had a time of crazy learning before the deadline, like dancing on the tip of a knife, before the efficiency was always extremely high.

Just as Harry was desperately memorizing the recipe for the "shrinking potion" he had learned this semester, Ron interrupted him and brought him news of Hagrid.

"What's wrong with him? Where is he?" Harry closed his textbook and asked quickly.

"My dad's letter to me accidentally mentioned him." Ron said, lowering his own voice, and Mrs. Pins next to them was staring angrily at them with her sunken eyes, as if they had severely damaged them. Order, like a big mistake.

"He said he saw our big friend." Ron said softly to Harry, and handed over the letter he got.

"But he doesn't know how much we worry about him." Ron sighed, and Arthur Weasley only mentioned a little bit of information about Hagrid in the letter, which was just irrelevant to him. On the point, incidentally, because he didn't know what happened at school, Ron was too embarrassed to tell him that he might have been involved in others.

"Ron, haven't you finished reading your letter?" Harry's face suddenly changed.

"Did my father write anything later? At the end of every letter, he always preached to me and told me to learn from my brothers. Of course he would not mention George and Fred, they Always worrying him more than me, so I don’t usually watch it."

"But it may happen that he said something else this time." Harry's tone was a bit chilly, and he passed the letter over again.

Ron had read the contents of this letter thoroughly, and it read:

"Although Dad doesn't want to complain to you about work matters, I still want to tell you that if you don't want to get angry at work in the future, you have to work hard now so that you can live without looking at others in the future. You may never I can’t even imagine that Fudge actually pulled Lucius into the Ministry of Magic. I can’t believe that he would become my colleague. It is said that the Committee for Disposal of Dangerous Creatures and the Department of Management and Control of Magical Animals have both been named. How much money did I donate? Fortunately, we are not in the same department, otherwise I really don’t know what happens between us when we go to work every day."

"It's really not a pleasant thing." Ron's tone fell down, and the image of the man emerged in his mind-pale blond hair, cold gray-blue eyes, and pale, pointed face.The few meetings with him are not pleasant to remember.

"Look at it again, Ron." Harry said eagerly, then pointed his finger at the lines on it.

"Hanging on the Dangerous Creatures Committee and the Fantastic Animal Management and Control Department?" Ron read it again, this time he finally understood.

"Probably he was targeting Hagrid!" Ron shook his fist and said indignantly.

"Last semester, he even wanted to impeach Dumbledore from office, but he didn't succeed. This time he happened to seize this opportunity. We all know that Hagrid is Dumbledore’s, just after he cleared his grievances. Soon, as long as Hagrid gets caught again, it will definitely be a blow to Dumbledore’s image, and then he can make a fuss about it again." Harry’s speech was very fast, and it will be possible soon. The situation is analyzed.

"What about Hermione, where is she? She must have a way!" Ron said that Lucius's plan was terminated last time after Hermione's successful intervention. Of the three, Hermione also knew the wizard terms best. One, if she is here, maybe she can think of something.

"She's not here. I haven't seen her except for class this month." Harry shook his head and said. She seems to be busier. I accidentally saw her class schedule. During the same time period, her schedule I actually wrote two courses on it. Could it be that there is magic that can be cloned?"

"Then if I learn, I will definitely use one for class and one for play, and she will use both bodies for class."

Ron said jealously, as if he had already assumed that Hermione had learned this magic.

"Anyway, we should find her to discuss countermeasures now." Harry said.

And the person they were looking for now was concentrating on making a pot of potion in the girls bathroom on the second floor of the castle.

"Today is the last day." Hermione said heartily, forcibly controlling her trembling hands to stand still. This time she had no help, and she had to rely on herself.

Well, to be precise, there is no one's helper, there may still be one ghost.

The crying Myrtle is sitting on the toilet, watching Hermione's skillful movements intently. She has been here to watch Hermione boil the medicine for almost a month. This girl will always change her way to praise her. She was very happy, so she also decided to keep a secret for the girl in front of her. She still remembered that when she was in the second grade, this girl also broke into the place she feared for her classmates without hesitation.

Maybe she has some problems now. Myrtle is a compassionate, kind ghost who will keep a secret for her.

"The next step is to add the wormwood juice." Hermione muttered something. She thought that such self-talking from time to time would help her make the potion more steadily and avoid errors in the next step.

Seeing that the dark blue potion that was still boiling violently in the cauldron just now gradually returned to calm, it was as if the raging waves had already vented its emotions, willing to return to silence.The pungent smell faded, and even the color gradually changed to a transparent and colorless state.

It is colorless and tasteless, which is a major feature of Veritaserum. It seems that the purpose of the person who invented this drug was to quietly obtain the secrets of others.