Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"You come with me, I need to ask you something." Hermione said with a serious face.

Then Harry followed Hermione to a wooden table covered with a golden red blanket in the corner, and sat down on a somewhat tattered but soft armchair.

Hermione also sat down, took a deep breath, looked around carefully, made sure there was no one around, and then asked.

"Harry, you tell me, do you often connect to Voldemort's thoughts?" Hermione lowered her voice and asked seriously, this question that has already been answered in Dumbledore.

Harry was taken aback, and was silent for a while, maybe hesitating, but finally nodded heavily.

"It lasted a long time, right?" Hermione asked next.

Harry buried his head and recalled that shortly after he participated in the Goblet of Fire, the frequency of scar pain became more frequent and the pain felt more intense.

"He can observe others through your perspective, and maybe you can share his perspective. This obviously does more harm than good. Voldemort has no scruples, but you do." Hermione began to analyze.

"The ideal state is that you can make decent resistance when he tries to invade your brain and prevent him from acting recklessly." The girl continued.

"The principal handed this task to me." Hermione said quickly.

"Why did you teach me?" Harry looked at Hermione with some suspicion. This was too abnormal. She always felt something was wrong when she taught herself as a student.

"Professor Dumbledore originally chose Professor Snape. If he came to teach you, guess how you would learn?" Hermione said flatly.

There was a visceral disgust on Harry's face, and God knew how the man would teach him to learn.

He would poke his forehead with his magic wand, verbally insult him, and vent his anger at his parents.

"Are all the people in Gryffindor you stupid? You should cut your brain apart, then stir it in with a magic wand, poke it, maybe the rigid brain will work better. "

Harry could fully imagine Snape's harsh and vicious words, and it hurt even more.

"According to Professor Dumbledore, Snape's psychic technique is so superb that it can even conceal Voldemort's psychic." Hermione hesitated for a while and told Harry this fact.

"No matter how good he is, it has nothing to do with me!" Harry said grimly, his emotions gradually getting agitated.

"He guessed this situation, so he said that I can only help you. Even if the teacher is great and the students resist, it will be of no effect. Just look at your potions class results." Hermione sighed.

"Actually, that subject is not difficult." Hermione shrugged. It was obvious that the Potions class was not in her words. Even if Snape hated all Gryffindors and was so critical and demanding, she still could not stop her Get excellent.

Harry nodded in agreement.

"We have to go to practice somewhere." Hermione looked around and heard the door of the Gryffindor lounge ringing. It was estimated that someone had come in.

Obviously this is not a good place to practice, there are many people and eyes.

Up to now, you can only sacrifice your lunch break.

"I know a place," Harry said. "George and Fred often engage in their prank experiments there. They discovered it last year."

"That's right." Hermione nodded.

The two left the lounge and quickly shuttled across the floor.

Harry walked ahead and Hermione followed.

Hermione saw Harry walking ahead, her body suddenly stagnated.

"Hello, Potter?" Cedric beckoned to Harry, and they met on the third floor of the castle, in the aisle in front of the memorial cup showroom.

Behind Cedric is his girlfriend, Ravenclaw’s Qiu Zhang. She has beautiful, smooth black hair and an oriental elegant mysterious temperament. Just as the little bird is nestled beside him, she sees her body. Harry, who came forward, immediately tidied his robes.Released the hand holding Cedric, and greeted them.

She is still not used to showing such affection with her boyfriend in front of others.

"Harry? Who is it?" Hermione called from behind him.

"Harry?" Hermione behind her voice aggravated, and only then did Harry come back to his senses and helped her frame, as if waking up from a dream.

"Sorry, I was a little lost." He apologized.

"Oh? And Granger? Where are you two going..." Cedric saw the girl behind Harry and wanted to continue questioning, but was pulled by the girl behind him again.

"We still have something to leave." Qiu Zhang said with a smile at the two of them, and then left with Cedric, walking and biting his ears with him.

Harry was left in a daze.

He wanted to say a few more words with that girl, but she was so intimate with her boyfriend.

Maybe you have misunderstood something?

"Let's go." Hermione thought it was just a simple encounter, and hadn't noticed the abnormal stiff steps under Harry's feet.

Then the two quickly walked to the eighth floor of the castle.

There was a tapestry hanging on the wall, and the troll took an iron rod to beat the silly Barnabas. After they came, the moth-eaten troll stopped beating the ballet teacher and turned to stare at them. Harry was there. Wandering in front of the wall three times, thinking silently in his heart, a very smooth door gradually appeared and opened.

The two walked in one after another.

The sight of the two is a huge room

By the wall is a sliding wooden bookshelf. There are no chairs on the floor, but there are large satin cushions.On the shelf at the other end of the room are spectacles, secret detectors and other instruments.

But it looked like a waste, Harry even recognized that those things were used by fake Moody.

If it were to change as usual, Hermione would definitely take a closer look here, look up the information and read the school history, find some corresponding explanations, but there is not much time today.

"Okay Harry, let me make a long story short, our time is precious." Hermione started decisively.

She moved a few books from a row of old bookshelves and stacked them up as chairs.

A blackboard was conjured from nowhere, floating steadily in front of Harry.

He used the magic wand as a pointer and knocked on it, making a dull sound.

She looked serious, with a teacher's temperament.

"Professor Dumbledore wants you to stop dreaming about Voldemort."

"Voldemort is very good at mind reading. As the name suggests, he will extract feelings and memories from your brain, in other words, mind reading."