Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Harry wanted to escape from the dream at this time and wake himself up, but found himself involuntarily involuntarily.

"Severus, you don't need to ask, I already know."

This name made his spirit tremble sharply.

The scene was distorted again, and Harry found himself now sitting high on a cold chair, holding the armrests on both sides of the seat, slowly rubbing it, and the coolness was refreshing.

He was looking down at everything in front of him.

The man in the black robe he saw in his dream last time raised his head and revealed his true face.

The man's sallow face and pitch-black eyes under the cloak showed his bitterness and hatred.

That was the man he could not dislike more, his potions teacher-Severus Snape.

This awakened Harry completely.

That was Snape, the man he hated the most.

He opened his eyes, and the ceiling caught his eyes. It was already morning. He took a piece of clothing and put it on in a panic. He picked up his wand and didn't even care about the buttons, so he hurriedly opened the door. , Ran all the way, rushed towards Professor McGonagall's office.

Several students in the Gryffindor lounge looked at Harry in surprise.

Now it’s not even time for breakfast, so there are only a few people.

The fat lady at the door was taken aback, and hurriedly pulled her pajamas.

"Professor McGonagall." Harry swiftly shuttled through the hallway, shouting non-stop, slapping her office wooden door, and then the door suddenly opened with a creak, so he almost lost his balance again and threw himself down.

"Potter? What did you post, panicking?" Professor McGonagall was leaning over not long ago, holding a quill in his hand, not knowing what he was writing.

Presumably, as the vice principal, there are some trivial matters to deal with.

After being disturbed by Harry, the old lady raised her head, frowned subconsciously, and looked at Harry who was a little embarrassed.

She really doesn't like this kind of violent behavior.

"Dumbledore is going to duel with Grindelwald at the Ministry of Magic, after Christmas."

Harry said breathlessly, his words startling.

"What kind of conspiracy is Voldemort plotting? He may collude with Grindelwald to target Professor Dumbledore!"

Harry said immediately.

"Potter, you may have to ask Mrs. Pomfrey to prescribe some medicine. You look bad, maybe you haven't woken up yet?" It took Professor McGonagall a long time before he finished the message in Harry's mouth. , And then of course it was directly judged that this was his sleeplessness.

She pulled out the cabinet in front of her, rummaged a few times, and took out a sealed iron box with simple patterns engraved on it.

Then threw it to Harry.

Harry caught it subconsciously and shook it a few times, making a rattling noise inside.

"By the way, here are a few ginger salamander biscuits. Would you like to try it? Maybe it will relax a lot. It is said to cure insomnia." Professor McGonagall kindly suggested.

"It might be better if you eat," she continued to Harry, then turned around and went to deal with her affairs.

"Professor McGonagall, my mind is very clear." Harry was a little bit angry, then emphasized.

"Snape betrayed Dumbledore, I saw it with my own eyes! And Umbridge, she was also in collusion with Voldemort!" Harry said loudly.

"Have you seen it with your own eyes? And Umbridge?"

"The conversation between the mysterious man and Severus?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes that had sunk deep into their sockets due to aging widened, and turned their heads around, staring at Harry with majesty, and then quickly reacted and said.

"Oh, it's impossible. The mysterious man will not come to Hogwarts, as long as Dumbledore is still alive."

"You must have hallucinations."

"As for Umbridge, she is the Minister of Magic..." Professor McGonagall rubbed some dry fingers on his temples.

"Well, Potter, I know that Professor Snape will make things difficult for you occasionally. The relationship between the two of you is not good, but this is definitely not the reason you can slander him.

"Every professor is worthy of respect, even if you don't like him." Professor McGonagall hesitated for a second or two when he said this.

Maybe I thought of a certain prophecy professor.

Professor McGonagall thinks he is talking nonsense now.

"Maybe I need to limit your activities, lest you do stupid things."

"It's not very peaceful outside now." She continued to shook her head.

Professor McGonagall babbled, and then became serious again.

"Argus?" She shouted toward the door.

The elderly janitor quickly heard Professor McGonagall's call, and hurriedly hugged his beloved pet-Mrs. Lorice came in, and the other hand held a lantern that had been extinguished for some time.

"Cough cough." Professor McGonagall coughed slightly at this time.

Then picked up the quill pen, wrote a sentence on a piece of paper, and handed it over.

"Help me inform."

Professor McGonagall told Filch.

"Okay, Professor." Filch bowed to Professor McGonagall, and then left the office.

Sometimes, the value of a person is reflected when asked.

"Okay, Harry, don't worry about Professor Dumbledore. What you should worry about now is your studies." Professor McGonagall supported his thin black frame at this time.

"According to my observation, if you want to become an Auror, you still need to work hard. At least four subjects must be excellent."

Professor McGonagall picked up a form from the desk at this time. It recorded the grades of all the students. As long as she swipes her finger, the pen and ink on the parchment will automatically spread out and condense again, and you can find a certain student from All grades from admission to the present also include the glory or deductions for the college.

"Your potions are dangerous..." she said, staring at Harry's grades.

Then Professor McGonagall was an ideological education to Harry, which destroyed Harry for a long time, and only let him leave until the first class was about to begin.

It's just that Harry didn't listen at all.

He was now thinking about how to tell Dumbledore the news.

He immediately found Ron and Hermione to discuss countermeasures.

Only his two friends will trust him unconditionally.

Coincidentally, he ran into them in the hallway.

So the three of them hid in a shadowed corner under a tall samurai sculpture and began to talk.

It is not appropriate to say that it is a conversation, most of the time, it is Harry alone.

After he confided in it, Hermione didn't make any comments. She stood in the hallway in silence for a while, and then suddenly said:

"Well, Harry, it's time for us to go to the course of the history of magic. Today it seems to be about the origins of the medieval umbrella curse." Hermione winked at Harry.

Harry and Ron understood.

Behind them, Snape dragged his long black robe and passed by the corridor, turning a blind eye to them.

"Later we will find a suitable place to say these things." Hermione raised her finger and shook it in front of Harry's eyes, whispering quickly.21010