Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The Christmas holidays have begun, and this rare leisure time did not let a few people breathe a sigh of relief.

Harry was in a self-blame mood.

That is the inability of reality, which extends to the chagrin of incompetence.

Days are approaching, but they can't help it.

write a letter?

Dumbledore may not be able to receive it.

And as Moody said, there is a danger of being intercepted.

Hermione was not very good to comfort either.

She also chooses to believe Harry's statement now, and now, whether it is rational or emotional, she believes that Harry is telling the truth.

But they couldn't convince Professor McGonagall.

That was ridiculous, and it would be even worse if Snape knew it in the end.

Christmas is here.

Hogsmeade is very lively at Christmas. A group of men in brown leather coats formed a circle among the white ice and snow, singing solemn prayers.

Melodious and clean.

On a small road, a wizard wearing a pointed top hat was riding a black cow slowly in the snow. His footprints were deep and shallow, and the other shallow, staying in the snow, and then quickly The snow cover was flattened.

Many students who stay in school choose to spend their boring time here.

The students prefer to go to the Three Broomsticks Bar, where the drinks are more suitable for student status, and there are beautiful and charming proprietresses there.

As for the Pig’s Head Bar, few people go there, but some students vaguely think that the owner there is a bit similar to Dumbledore.

He had the same blue eyes as Dumbledore, as if he had the power to see through people like Dumbledore.

The Pig’s Head Bar is completely different from the Three Broomsticks Bar. The large bar in the latter always makes people feel bright, clean and warm.

The Pig’s Head Bar has only one small, dark, very dirty room with a strong smell of sheep mutton.There was thick dirt on the bay windows, and light could barely penetrate, and some candle heads were lit on the rough wooden table.At first glance, I would only think that the ground was compacted mud, but when I stepped on it, I discovered that the ground that was originally paved with stones had accumulated dirt for centuries.

The environment here is too crude and mixed.

If it were not for avoiding sight, they would definitely not come here.

There are almost no Hogwarts students here, and it is suitable for them to discuss some things that are not convenient to discuss in school.

There was a man at the foot of the bar, his entire head wrapped in a dirty gray bandage, but he was still able to pour a smoking, flaming thing through a gap in the bandage in his mouth, cup by cup.

Sitting at a table by the window were two figures in hoods, if they weren't talking in a strong Yorkshire accent.

In a dark corner by the fireplace sat a witch, with a thick black scarf hanging down to her feet.They could only see the tip of her nose because it raised the mask slightly.

They can feel the temperament of a dark wizard that is incompatible with the crowd.

Of course, it is limited to temperament, creating a certain illusion that deter others.

Really duel, maybe it's just embroidered pillows.

After all, Hogwarts is the safest place in the entire UK, and it is unlikely that a dark wizard will appear nearby.

When Dumbledore was still at Hogwarts, he occasionally came to this dirty bar. His brother Aberforth was often reluctant to sell him alcohol, and even if he had it, he often charged him at a price that was not in line with the price. Aberforth wanted to charge him a few gold gallons, and Dumbledore didn't care, letting him make the price.

Perhaps it is guilt and atonement.

But in fact, wouldn't Aberforth feel guilty in his heart?Doesn't he have any responsibility? Isn't he aware of his problems?

He was also afraid, and when he got the truth for himself, he couldn't continue to hate and hate his brother without any reason.

But in the bottom of my heart, he suffered no more than Dumbledore.

Once the truth is not known, he is still the one-third of the executioner.

Even if you know, what?Their poor sister also left them forever.

The separation of life and death is the most helpless thing in this world.

Walking into the bar, the three of them found a window seat at random and sat down.

"Shall I have something to drink? I have a treat today."

Ron volunteered and stood up from his seat.

"Three Butterbeers, right?" Ron asked, and after receiving a reply, he went to order.

He leaned on his side and slowly squeezed from the crowded wooden table to the bar.

There was an old man in a coarse linen shirt, Ron guessed that it was the owner of the bar.

The owner of the bar has gray wire-like hair, a long beard, and a pair of glasses, but the lenses are always dirty.

The blue eyes hidden behind the lenses are bright and sharp.

It's too similar to Dumbledore, except that he is not sharp, not paying attention, and still can't see it.

He was just pretending to wipe a plate that had been wiped brightly, while observing the three students.

Now he put the plate down, and unabashedly looked at the boy who came to the counter.

"Three Butterbeers." Ron said, as he was about to pay from his wallet and handed it to the shopkeeper.

His hand froze.

"Twelve silvers for three cups, you don't have enough money." The shopkeeper glanced at the silver coin in Ron's hand, shook his head, and turned to do something else.

"The butterbeers in other bars are two silver scotch!" Ron flushed and said angrily.

He patted the six silver coins on the table.

"Then you go to the bar you like, don't come to me, I didn't ask you to come, drink if you like, or get out if you don't drink." The owner said gruffly, looking a little impatient. .

"You are robbery."

"I am willing." The shopkeeper said meaninglessly.

"Okay, Ron, stop arguing." Hermione looked at Ron as if he was about to clashed with the shopkeeper.

Hurried over immediately.

"Sorry." She handed the remaining six silver coins on the table.

"We have no time to waste. We are here to do business." She lowered her voice and said to Ron.

"Let's go," Hermione said, and then returned to the seat with Ron.

After a while, the waiter brought their drink.

It is different from the yellow and bubbling butter beer in the Three Broomsticks bar, which looks like an appetite.

The surface is gray and floating with a layer of foam that I don’t know what it is, and the fragrance is also lacking.

Ron took a sip, then coughed sharply.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "It's terrible."

"Well, don't talk about it anymore, we are not here to drink today."

"We have been noticed by Professor McGonagall."

"Harry, it may not be a wise decision for you to find her the first time..."

...

"What should we do then? Are we just looking at it?" Ron said angrily.

"Professor McGonagall doesn't believe us now." He continued.

"I'm going to the Ministry of Magic that day." Harry clenched his fists.

"That's too dangerous!" Hermione wanted to scream, but restrained herself again and said in a low voice.

She clutched her chest and took a few deep breaths.

"Then Professor Dumbledore's situation is only more dangerous!" Harry said fiercely.

"You also said that Grindelwald is a dark wizard who is no less inferior to Voldemort." Harry gasped.

...

Christmas should be a day of pleasure.

But they were not happy, worried about the future, and discussed the countermeasures.

Especially Harry, the dream that appeared in his head was so frustrating that he couldn't relax for a moment.10