Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Ever since Hermione explained her partner at the Christmas ball that day, her relationship with Ron has become bad. After briefly showing his shock, he began to make unreasonable troubles, at least in Hermione’s eyes. This is exactly the case.

She couldn't understand why Ron was angry. Would she still report to him who she chose as her dance partner?

Ron even maliciously guessed whether Krum wanted to get close to her and then steal information about the second project.

"He's from Durmstrand!" Ron said sharply, "He is a competitor of Harry! A competitor of Hogwarts! You--you are--" Ron was obviously scouting. , Looking for a powerful word that can describe Hermione’s heinous crime, "You are an enemy and what you did. This is what you did!"

"Don't take others so silly! I'm going to read a book, you get away." She stood up from her seat with a squeeze, yelled, and then unceremoniously pushed him away, to the door Go in the direction of

When she was about to step out of the threshold, Hermione turned her head back and sneered, "I don't know who was so excited that she couldn't control herself after seeing him here? Who wanted to get his signature? Who put him in the dormitory? Model?" Then he left without looking back

"Look, that person just made an appointment with her. She started to treat her old friend who had known her for four years. Now I guess she must have gone to that Krum." Ron said grimly, seeming to be After Furong mocked and refused, the suppressed anger in her heart broke out completely at this time.

"Oh, brother, this is really..." Ginny looked at Ron sympathetically, and stopped talking.

"Forget it, this kid seems to deserve it." The twins glanced at each other and shook their heads tacitly.

"Brother, you still have a long way to go when dealing with girls. Quarreling with girls is always a very demeanor." George shook his head and said, a little bit of hatred for iron.

"Especially when it's still noisy, let's go, if you don't mind, can you send me the model of your arch enemy? I actually admire him." Fred seems to add fuel to the fire. He patted Ron on the shoulder heavily.

"Do you all think it is my fault!" Ron's face flushed suddenly, and then he said loudly, squeezing past their surroundings, and walking towards the spiral staircase in the direction of the bedroom, and then a model quickly went upstairs It was thrown down, and the arm of the model was shattered.

At the same time, Hermione was walking on the road, thinking back to what happened today. Just a few days ago, Krum found her in the library and said that she hoped to invite her to be her girlfriend at the Christmas ball. The answer she gave was that she needed to think about it.

And today happened to be the time for her to give a reply.

She and Krum agreed to meet in the auditorium today, and then gave her answer.

It just so happened that she experienced the embarrassing scene. Fortunately, Luna blocked the girl's direction, otherwise Hermione didn't know how to respond.

She really thought that she was invited at that moment, of course this idea was quickly dispelled.

But while she was fortunate, she developed some unexplained irritability in her heart.

"Who will his dancing partner be?" Hermione guessed in her heart, "Is it that Luna's little girl?" Although it was of no benefit to her, and even distracted her, she couldn't help but think. Then some sour feelings flowed from the bottom of my heart.

At that time, she found a position near the corner as if fled, and then slowly calmed down her agitated mood.

"Your face doesn't look very good, He Mien, has something happened?"

Krum came late, and then asked Hermione with concern with a substandard pronunciation.

"Nothing." Hermione shook her head.

"Well, how are you thinking about it? Can you accept my invitation?" Krum began to look around and asked embarrassedly. When faced with people he really liked, he still behaved a little bit at a loss. Measures.

"I want to ask you a question first, can you answer me?"

"You said."

"Why did you invite me? I think a lot of girls should be happy to be your dance partner, right? And there must be no shortage of beautiful girls. I think I am a little clever and I may be able to learn this aspect. A place to boast about."

Hermione shook her head and said her inner question.

Before Krum had time to answer, she asked Krum again: "Also, you are not my classmate. You certainly don't know my learning situation. In the eyes of most unfamiliar people, I She should be an ordinary girl. By the way, although I really want to change my image, my hair has always been messy and unorganized. No one would invite such a girl, would it?"

"I really can't find any reason for you to invite me." Hermione had already changed her defensive gaze at this time, looking at the boy in front of her, thinking that he had bad motives and impure intentions.

At this time, Hermione was somewhat in line with Ron afterwards.

"I don't care about those! And I think you are beautiful, they didn't know how to appreciate it at that time! Also, I swear, I have absolutely no other meaning, just want to invite you to be my dancing partner." Krum looked flustered. Explained, trying to show his sincere side as much as possible.

"You rushed into the library that day, I think this girl is not ordinary, you have an independent temperament around you, which is rare." Krum continued.

Hermione then remembered that their first real meeting and conversation was in the library. That day she went to search for information about the fire dragon for Harry, and then met the star player with Quidditch and

"You are very confident! I paid attention to you when you kept rummaging for those books on the bookshelf. I have never seen such a temperamental girl!"

"Yes, is it?" Hermione choked up and stammered in the face of such a straightforward compliment.

Her instinct tells her that this boy is not malicious.

"Don't regret it. Inviting me may be ridiculed by many people. They may say in private-Oh, look at which Durmstrang warrior. Is he blind? He just found this one. A girl with a shameless appearance."

"Who dare I?" Krum's strong fist smashed the table in front of him fiercely, and he looked around with ferocious eyes.The long square table trembled a few times, and the delicate silver plate on the table seemed to be about to jump up, with a crisp crashing sound, which spread from one end to the other end.Many students who secretly looked at them both closed their mouths tacitly, silently.

People from the extremely cold regions have embodied their sturdy atmosphere at this time.

"It seems that I have no more reason to refuse. I am looking forward to this prom. Thank you for your invitation. In addition, I am sorry for the suspicion I just made of you. I hope you will not feel unhappy because of this." Hermione was slightly at this time. He smiled apologetically, then stretched out his hand and said.

"Of course not!" Krum said hurriedly, and then hurriedly stretched out his powerful palm.The irritable mood just now disappeared without a trace.

Of course, afterwards, Hermione still underestimated the speed of the rumors and the maliciousness of others, just on the way back to Gryffindor’s lounge, she heard such words more than once—

"I bet she definitely used ecstasy on Victor! Otherwise, why would Waikie take the initiative to invite such a characteristicless girl?"

"I'm going to go to Professor Snape and tell him that some students use banned drugs. This is his specialty, and he must be very interested in Gryffindor who made mistakes."

On the way back, Hermione heard all kinds of comments like this. She thought her heart was strong enough, but she still couldn't control her emotions and became a little depressed.

The frustration quickly turned into anxiousness, and finally Ron's questioning seemed to completely ignite the last thread on the powder keg in her heart..

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This farce brought Hermione and Ron's relationship to a deadlock again, but her relationship with Harry was not affected. She still actively made suggestions for Harry and tried to crack the secret hidden by the golden egg. But she flipped through a lot of information, and found no clue about it.

This semester ended in such a blink of an eye until the Christmas holidays.

"Harry, aren't you in a hurry?" Hermione stared at Harry with a strange gaze, as if Harry would understand her painstaking efforts.

"It's Christmas, Hermione." Harry said lazily.He sat in an armchair by the fire and read "Flying with the Artillery Team" for the tenth time.

"Aren't you going to do your homework? We still need to make time to study the golden eggs!"

"Hermione, don't worry, it's too early to turn in the homework. Isn't this the first day of the holiday." Harry leaned in a chair, put the book on the coffee table aside, and said lazily.

"As for the Golden Egg, we will get February 24th. We still have plenty of time, don't we?" Maybe the first project passed without risk, which made him a little slack.

There are so many friends helping him. His godfather is still staying in Hagrid’s hut. According to Sirius, his working hours are flexible and his location is the same. It seems that he is staying in Hogwarts now, too. Part of his work, which makes him more confident.

"Harry, if you are a bit pursued, you should be mentally prepared to endure hardships. Don't you just want to go through a cutscene after getting this hard-working opportunity? You don't have the desire to get the first place. ?"

In desperation, Hermione could only resort to radical tactics. Of course, in the bottom of her heart, she still felt that Harry just needed to be safe.

"I don't know if Malfoy has solved this problem." Such a thought suddenly popped into Hermione's mind, and she was shocked.

"I'm so stupid, I stupidly copied so many useless things to him secretly, and it seems that he didn't use any of them." Hermione's thoughts couldn't help but stretch, and she remembered her previous "enemy". Things.

Ron's nonsense was just right, but the subject was wrong.

"Okay." Harry sighed, then stood up from the chair, ready to go back to his bedroom, and took out the golden egg to study. The golden egg was staying quietly in the box under his bed, except for the last time. When they celebrated, Harry never tried to study it except that the egg was opened.

The harsh screams were really ugly.

"Let’s change a place, Harry, it’s not suitable for research." Hermione said, and then made her own suggestion: "Is Sirius in Hagrid’s cabin? It should be a good place, and he should also Can give us some suggestions."

Harry quickly agreed with this proposal, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly asked, "Where is Ron? What should I do?"

"I don't mind if he goes with him, but if he wants me to communicate with him, he must apologize to me first." Hermione's expression faded at this time.

"Oh, okay." Harry sighed and decided not to discuss this issue. Ron happened to be out of the lounge at this time, which saved a little trouble.

There was a bleak atmosphere outside. The leaves on many trees had already returned to the earth at this moment and turned into dust. Occasionally, a few withered leaves were still hanging on the intertwined branches. When the wind blew, they fluttered one after another. fall.

Harry and Hermione trek along the leaf-covered path, and soon a slice of orange came into their eyes

After Hagrid left, the land next to his hut was completely deserted at this time. The pumpkins that had not been picked seemed to grow bigger and bigger in the land without restraint, and were not affected by the season.

"Harry, it's nice to see you!" Sirius seemed to see their arrival through the window, and then actively opened the door, walked out of the house, and gave Harry a big hug standing on the threshold.

Sirius is wearing a black fur coat today. I don’t know what animal fur is used to make it. But at first glance, it gives people a very warm intuition. The lower body is wearing a pair of brown tights, which looks very energetic, ha Lei had no doubt that if his godfather was equipped with a set of bows and arrows at this time, he could completely impersonate a hunter.

"Stop standing, come in, it's warm in the room," Sirius said with a smile, and then drew Harry into his room.

At this time, the appearance of this hut has been completely renewed. It is similar to the one in Grimmauld Place. All the bacon hanging on the ropes has been thrown away, and the bed has been replaced by a real bed (before Hagrid used a few stitched together.)

Soon, Harry and Hermione explained their intentions.

"Interesting." Sirius said, touching his chin, his slender fingers kept rubbing his faint stubble, and he was lost in thought.

"Let's open it first." Hermione gave her own suggestion, and took out four earplugs from one of her delicate purple ladies' leather bags, and put one back.

"We can keep the noise to a minimum," Hermione suggested, and Sirius nodded in agreement, and took the earplugs.

After all three of them were ready, Harry snapped the golden egg with his hands.

A sorrowful hoarse cry came from it, but after being weakened, it was finally no longer so unacceptable.

Just as they were preparing to observe the golden egg more deeply, Harry suddenly felt his scar start to ache as if it had been burned.

Deep into the bone marrow, it hurts a lot more than the night during the holiday.

"Surrender, or die." The hoarse voice suddenly fell into his ears.

He suddenly broke into such a picture in his mind--

A middle-aged man was crouching his body, falling on a black marble floor, groaning in pain, as if he was receiving extremely cruel torture.

From Harry's own point of view, he seemed to be the abuser.

"Don't think about it." The man said disdainfully, then raised his head, ready to look at "Harry". He was fighting and he didn't want to give in.

"For me, death is the most terrible thing, but for you, there may be something more terrifying than death. Want to die? It's not that easy." Harry heard a tone that sounded like a snake neighing He couldn't help getting more and more horrified.

At this time, a more piercing pain came from his forehead. The severe pain made him lose the strength to groan, and he fainted, losing strength, and fell straight back.

Before losing consciousness, he only vaguely heard Hermione's screams, Sirius's shouts, and the noise of the golden egg that was still going on.

"Can you close the golden egg first?" This was the last thought before Harry lost consciousness, and then he passed out completely.