Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Uh, eh." Harry replied absently, his eyes under the frame were staring at the blackboard, but his eyes were a little hollow, and he was about to stare through the blackboard, as if there was something behind the blackboard.

The scene he saw just now was still in his mind. Cedric and Cho Chang were walking side by side in the corridor, showing a look of affection. Why did the girl not look at him differently at all?Obviously Cedric didn't even qualify for the Goblet last year, but he won the championship.

It deserves the attention of others.

He became unbalanced, a little jealous, and after another thought, he thought he was ridiculous. He had no jealous position at all.

Envy makes people ugly.

He feels ugly now.

"Da da da" sounded," Hermione saw Harry distracted and tapped the blackboard several times with her magic wand to make Harry concentrate.

She frowned subconsciously, as if Professor McGonagall saw a distracted student in class.

Only then did Harry reluctantly focus his attention, and temporarily let go of some dark thoughts in his heart.

"The walls and grounds of Hogwarts are guarded by many ancient curses to ensure the physical and mental safety of the school personnel." Hermione pointed to the blackboard and said slowly. This is "A History of Hogwarts." It's faintly revealed.

"Time and space have an impact on magic, Harry, but you may be an exception. The spell makes the connection between you and Voldemort very close, inseparable, or inseparable."

"You often connect with his thoughts in your dreams, which means that your mental defenses were the weakest at that time, allowing him to take advantage of it."

"But there are exceptions, right? Sometimes you are awake, still in sync with Voldemort's perspective..."

Harry nodded, reluctantly focusing his mind to listen to Hermione's lecture.

"It may be that his emotions are too strong and affect you, even if your consciousness is clear."

"During this holiday, I tried to infer the practice method of Occupational Cerebral Surgery-temporarily relax, and then gather some of your emotions to make effective resistance. This is another method I concluded, but I don’t know Can it take effect."

"Because we don't need to deceive him, we just want to drive away his invasion. In a sense, it's simpler."

"Professor Dumbledore also thinks this plan may be feasible."

"Anger, that's too intense to be under your control, sadness, maybe a kind of "good" emotion, with enough toughness and persistence, but we can't grieve, at least this is the case now, most of us It’s still carefree, happy, right?"

Harry nodded stupidly, he didn't feel happy at all now.

And Hermione might have accidentally pierced the root cause of Snape's Occlumency.

The endless sadness and pain surging in the heart and spreading to all parts of the body are long-lasting and intense.

"Fear, this emotion is not easy to use. After being strengthened by Voldemort, your spirit may collapse completely."

"Maybe we have to find an emotion that can be used before we can resist Voldemort's invasion." Hermione analyzed carefully, and said to herself, without realizing that Harry's eyes began to turn red not far away. The body trembled uncontrollably.

The needle-stick pain came madly, he stroked the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, and a bloodthirsty desire rose up, wanting to bite something.He felt like a terrible snake again, eager to attack and destroy.

He is now a snake, instinctively telling it that he must first use his sturdy body to strangle the enemy.

The source of all this came from an unexpected guest in front of the Department of Mysteries not long ago.

This is the most mysterious department of the entire Ministry of Magic. It is located on the ninth and bottom of the Ministry of Magic. Usually, except for the staff, almost no one will appear there.

Few people know what they are studying.

The wizards who work here are collectively referred to as the silent people, and their working hours are also very unstable. The working place is a round room with many doors arranged in it, and many rooms are divided into it.

"Sorry, sir, even if it's the minister's order, this place is the top secret of the Ministry of Magic and cannot be entered." The guard stopped a man trying to enter it.

He wore a pure black cloak, and he could not even see whether his figure was fat or thin. He was hiding in the shadow of the black robe.

Even though he had given Umbridge's signature, it was an elegant handwriting that didn't match the woman's ugly face.

To climb up, she will work hard in this direction.

After the man heard this answer, the pale face hidden under the cloak showed a very mad look, and he suddenly grasped the wand in the black robe, but he tried his best to endure it.

"Then I'll come again next time." The man took a deep look at the guard, as if to remember him.

Voldemort coaxed Umbridge and got a lot of convenience, and now he is also very interested in the secrets of the Ministry of Magic, and wants to get that information openly and satisfy his own desire for voyeurism.

But when he was stopped, he didn't expect that the minister's power would also be invalid.

He can't break in forcibly, or he has concerns, and the benefits and risks cannot be balanced.

Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts now, and in terms of organization, he is now included in the Ministry of Magic.

That means that the old man may appear here at any time.

However, Voldemort didn't mind teaching them a little lesson when he was capable.

he left.

"Oh? Noel, who is that?" a middle-aged man then walked up to the guard, looked at the leaving Voldemort, and asked a little strangely.

"Who knows? This place is so weird, no one wants to come, that is, we marginal people have to come and stand guard." The man named Noel, a tall, bald, thin man, said boredly.

"Arthur, behind you..." Noel's face suddenly showed a very horrified expression. A stone guardian statue seemed to dissolve, and then quickly turned into a blue giant python.

"Behind you, what's behind you?" Arthur Weasley asked in surprise.

"Why is it a little cold?" He touched his face, as if something was licking him.

That is the letter of the snake.

"Arthur, don't move!" Noel screamed.

Noel vaguely remembered what it said was that seeing pythons move will only arouse their fierceness.

There are still two things to say about the correctness, but the most important thing is that this is a snake produced by Transfiguration, and all actions follow the master's command. The bloodthirsty and cruel characteristics are in the same line as his master.

It seems like a joke to expect it to show mercy.