Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

On the second day of the Christmas holiday, on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, the current principal Albus Dumbledore was sitting on a rattan armchair next to his desk with two lamps next to it. The umbrella-shaped illuminator emits a faint light, but it also illuminates almost every corner of the room.

He squinted his eyes at this moment, and was enduring the constant accusation of a portrait.

Phineas, the ancestor of the Black family, the former Headmaster of Hogwarts, is now asking Dumbledore in a harsh voice: "You brought this thing to the headmaster's room? What do you want to do? Dumbledore!"

If other people were present now, he might have no doubt that the man in the portrait would jump out of the frame with excitement at any time.

"I believe Dumbledore has his own reasons." A portrait next to him opened his eyes at this time, and said to Felix who was on the side.

The portrait shows a kind-looking and wealthy middle-aged woman, wearing a large and gorgeous lady wizard robe, which is inlaid with all kinds of mysterious patterns.

"I'm sorry." Dumbledore leaned slightly toward the portrait, then stretched out his hand and shook the wand in his hand slightly. He was awakened by the person in the portrait, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

It is worth mentioning that the moment Phineas fell asleep, his expression looked quite hideous.

Dumbledore then walked randomly behind the door. On a tall gilded perch, his pet phoenix was sleeping on it. Dumbledore stretched out his wide and wrinkled palm, and his palm suddenly rose out of it. With a ray of light blue flame, Fox seemed to be smelling something. He suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his head gently, opened his mouth, and swallowed the ball of fire.

After a satisfied hiccup, it let out a soft and trembling call, and let out a little white mist.

At this moment, there was an unhurried knock on the door of the principal’s office. Dumbledore’s hand stroking Fox’s head suddenly stagnated, and he sighed in silence. Then quickly returned to normal.

"The password is Chocolate Baby, Harry." Dumbledore said to the doorway, full of breath, and passed a long way.

With a creak, the monster downstairs who was in charge of the door jumped aside, the wall split in two, and the door opened. Harry followed the spiral staircase all the way up, and then gently pushed away the one with lion eagle The door with a brass knocker in the shape of a beast.

"It's cold." The thought flashed through Harry's head after one foot stepped into the room. "Hogwarts can't always install an air conditioner, right?" he thought wildly.

"Professor?" Harry asked tentatively, walking slowly to the other side, looking at the surrounding environment. The silverware used for decoration seemed to be put in the box, which should be placed on the corner of the table and on the bookshelf. Inside, there is no more visible, and the portrait hanging on the wall is now asleep peacefully.

Dumbledore only then carried his hands back and walked out slowly from behind the door, "Hello, Harry." A tired smile squeezed out of his old face.

"Sit down, Harry, I just came to you just to talk to you." Dumbledore said kindly, beckoning, and a chair came under Harry with a precise "swish".

Harry sat down, his heart kept beating, and he felt that Professor Dumbledore today was a bit abnormal, but he didn't think deeply about it, because he knew that Dumbledore would not harm him. Now It's a little strange at best.

"Well, Harry, I just wanted to talk to you this time about your scar pain." Dumbledore took off his glasses at this time, wiped them, and put them back on.

"Professor, you..." Harry looked at him in surprise.

"Don’t be surprised, your godfather is too worried about you, so he revealed something to me not long ago, I hope you won’t blame him, and I guess you should be coming to me soon, so I simply call you over first , Have a talk."

"It doesn't hurt that much." Harry said with a lack of confidence, hoping that Dumbledore would not worry so much.

Because of this, he feels like a "porcelain doll" who must be protected by others at all times, and he desperately wants to prove himself.

After people are placed unrealistically high expectations, responsible people will desperately to meet the expectations of others. Harry hopes that he can make the name of "Savior" more in line with him.

"Don't underestimate any small matter. This may be a sign of some big event. For example, if your scar suddenly starts to ache during the game, it will be fatal, Harry." Dumbledore was concerned. Said, "I heard you fainted?"

At the same time, those sharp blue eyes met Harry's faint green eyes.

Harry suddenly felt that he had become confused, his eyelids heavier and he wanted to sleep well, but suddenly there was a feeling of coldness that deepened his bones.

Harry closed his eyes and sat on the chair. He started waving his hands frantically, chanting: "It's cold, it's cold."

"It'll be fine soon, Harry, bear it." Dumbledore's wide voice kept coming from his ear. Harry wanted to open his eyes, but found that his eyelids were now too heavy, as if they were pouring. lead.

A sense of despair suddenly climbed into his heart. It was so sudden and rushing. He hadn't had this kind of experience for a long time. The last time, it seemed that it was in the third grade, in that crucial Quidditch match. Here comes the dementor.

"Dementor?" Harry's consciousness seemed to start to struggle, and the chair under him began to shake desperately. "Huh God..." Harry subconsciously grabbed his wand, hoping to use the Patronus Curse to put this The hateful creature drove away.

It's just that his subconscious spell only uttered the first half of the syllables in his throat, and the second half of the syllables, as if his throat was stuck in half, making it silent.

"Forgive me, Harry." Dumbledore's hand was now holding his wand tremblingly, and staring at the boy in front of him with complicated expressions, the expression on his face looked very painful.As if suffering a great deal.

why?Because a dementor was floating behind Harry's seat now, it leaned down, and the rotten, crusted palms firmly held Harry's shoulders.

Even though the doors and windows were closed tightly, the shabby cloak still fluttered. The air-conditioning before the principal’s room was brought about by this evil creature. Under Dumbledore’s instruction, this evil creature has been floating on the gorgeous ceiling. On the top, hiding his figure.