Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"This is the notorious dark wizard, so why haven't you seen Voldemort's card? That's because it's already a household name." Hermione slowly explained.

"Gellert Grindelwald, born about 1882, is considered to be one of the most powerful dark wizards in history. Until Voldemort appeared, the name of the Dark Lord was no longer exclusive to him." Hermione slowly Said.

"There is also a saying that he is Voldemort and his successor."

"His power swept almost the entire continent of Europe, but it never involved the United Kingdom. Perhaps he was defeated by Dumbledore before his ambition reached that level."

"He was detained in Numongard, a prison as famous as Azkaban."

Hermione recites the information like an endorsement.

Then her smart brown eyes looked at Harry suddenly, making him very uncomfortable.

"You just looked like you didn't know anything about him, but why did you suddenly ask?"

Hermione has a keen sense.

Harry was speechless, and he couldn't say that he had connected with Voldemort's perception again.

Hermione quickly concluded, and then her face changed sharply.

"Are you connected to Voldemort's thoughts again?" She lowered her voice and asked anxiously.

Harry nodded stiffly.

"Don't believe it, it may be Voldemort's conspiracy." Hermione frowned, admonishing.

"Also, if Grindelwald escapes from prison, why is there no report? He should still be locked up at the highest level in Newmontgard." Hermione questioned, this is the biggest loophole.

In the end, Harry didn't reveal any more information, uttering the word "duel". He didn't know who Voldemort called the "duel".

"If he does get out of jail, he will probably join forces with Voldemort." Hermione slowly scratched the needle and thread on the wooden table, lost in thought.

I have to say that Hermione's predictive ability is really good.

Perhaps Professor Trelawney had missed it.

Then on Monday morning, all the students were having breakfast in the auditorium.

At least hundreds of owls flew in from outside.

Hovering in the auditorium, looking for delivery objects.

Because Christmas is approaching, many parents send gifts in advance.

Hermione caught a large package containing a gift prepared by the Grangers for her.

Her favorite set of encyclopedias.

Hagrid also sent her a gift. It was a quill pen made of no known animal tail feathers. It was quite smooth and dazzling. When writing, there would be a faint blue spark on the tail, which was very handsome.

The most surprising thing is that there is also a "Daily Prophet".

"Have you all?" Hermione watched as Ron and Harry pulled out a newspaper from the bottom of the package.

Hermione guessed that this might be one of their promotion methods.

To be honest, Hermione didn't have a good impression of this newspaper. Before, Rita Skeeter distorted the facts and arranged a lot of her lace news in this newspaper.

Just out of habit, she subconsciously opened the newspaper.

A row of bold black fonts caught her eye.

"The scandal of the German Ministry of Magic."

"The most feared Dark Lord ever, Grindelwald, successfully escaped from the top of Newmontgard, and it is said that this is news a few months ago."

"In other words, he may have regained power now."

"We have no way of knowing his movements, and we also condemned the ostrich behavior of the German Ministry of Magic, blocked the news and deceived the masses."

"People are overwhelmed by things, shirk responsibility"

An Auror who did not want to be named said: "Grindelwald's strength is far less than before, just a bad old man, I hope everyone will not panic."

"But we don't believe in this one-sided statement. We have every reason to guess that this old man might make another bloody storm."

"If the Mysterious Man and Grindelwald join forces, what kind of disaster will it bring to the wizarding world?"

...

In short, Grindelwald described Grindelwald as it should be.

Hermione's face was a little sullen, she would rather her previous words be nonsense.

This is not good news for anyone.

In this way, Harry's words are a little more credible.

Hermione immediately turned her gaze to Harry.

After a whisper.

"Duel?" Hermione repeated.

Only this time Harry had confided everything he heard.

"Whose duel with whom?" Hermione muttered to herself, gently slapped her curly brown hair, lost in thought.

When everyone is enjoying the Christmas atmosphere, her mood is not relaxed.

Night fell soon.

Under deliberate relaxation, Harry now dreams of wandering in the corridor almost every night, walking towards the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, and finally standing longingly in front of the black door.

The black door was getting bigger and bigger. He ran so fast that he was about to hit it with one head. Only a few steps away, he saw the faint blue light again—the door suddenly opened!He finally entered, a round room with black walls and a black floor, candles with blue flames, and several doors around—

Then he didn't wake up.

The scene was distorted again and changed abruptly.

What caught his eyes was an ugly woman, she was sitting at a sophisticated desk, working at her desk.

Dolores Umbridge.

Even though this was only the second time Harry saw this woman, he was still impressed.

In this office, vanilla and white tabby cat decorations are hung everywhere. Such girlish accessories and this ugly woman are simply incompatible.

"Oh, come and think about it for me, how to deal with this." Umbridge saw someone push the door in, with a surprised expression on his face.

She spoke briskly, and then handed Voldemort a roll of parchment.

A grim smile appeared quickly on Voldemort's face, which was inconsistent with his elegant and pale face.

He was pleasantly surprised.

What Umbridge was having a headache was exactly what Voldemort wanted to know.

The place of the duel.

This is Grindelwald's battle book, and it is also a battle book against Dumbledore.

"It's better to decide what to do at the Ministry of Magic." Voldemort gave a reassuring smile.

When he saw Umbridge, he used his face when he was young, and he had not been disfigured by black magic at that time. This kind of magic similar to Disguise Magus was not difficult for him.

His appearance, inherited from his father, makes people unconsciously trust.

A handsome face is enough to make people close.

This world is so cruel.

Umbridge never seemed to care how this man got in.

"No, the two of them will remove this one." Umbridge's thick lips trembled.

"You have to know that after you handle this matter for Germany, your reputation will rise again. No one is your political enemy, Rufus Scrimgeour, but you still haven't completely given up on your position. "

Voldemort magnified Umbridge's fear.

"Okay, that's it." Umbridge's hands trembled, but there was a smile of joy on his face, as if he had been intoxicated in the illusion of complete power.

She took the quill and began to write on the parchment.

The torrent of destiny began to converge in this way, and few people knew where it would go.10