Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Christmas is over, and Hogwarts students return on the Hogwarts Express after spending the holidays with their parents.

Most of them are in the dust.

The dinner on the day of the end of Christmas was also quite sumptuous. They feasted and enjoyed the delicious food at their long tables.

It is foreseeable that the house elves must have paid hard work again.

But Hermione had no time to care.

If Voldemort's conspiracy succeeds.

The future of most wizards and Muggles is not necessarily better than that of house elves.

The three of them sat at the long table restlessly, and ate only two mouthfuls in dismay.

At the Pig’s Head Bar that day, they discussed a rough plan, and tomorrow is the day for implementation.

Tomorrow, Christmas comes to an end, which is the day when Dumbledore and Grindelwald duel. The news was blocked very tightly and the Daily Prophet did not report it.

Nobody knows.

Professor McGonagall didn't want to believe them, they could only inform Dumbledore by themselves.

As night fell, the bright moonlight filled Hogwarts.

It was silent all night.

But at the moment of dawn, it is different.

As it approached early morning, there was a whistling sound from Gryffindor's male bed.

Two people sneaked up from the bed.

The two of them didn't fall asleep almost all night, afraid of mistakes.

Harry picked up his glasses and put them on, fumbling to put on his clothes.

Ron is the same.

Neville's snoring sound was loud at this time, which made them feel relieved.

It was agreed by the three to leave campus early in the morning and go to the Ministry of Magic to find Dumbledore and remind him.

"Harry?"

"Ron?"

The two confirmed each other, then tiptoed, moved slowly, and gently opened the door of the bedroom.

At the end of the other spiral staircase, they saw Hermione also standing there, waved to them by the faint, almost disappearing moonlight.

Then they followed the spiral staircase into the lounge.

Then just when I walked around a few tables and chairs and was about to leave from the door.

Their bodies froze.

"What are you going to do?" This was Neville's voice, which sounded abruptly.

He was standing at the bottom of the ladder, his nightcap still crooked, and he had raised his wand and aimed at their backs.

That round face was so firm and serious.

As a roommate, he was still aware of Harry and Ron's behavior and was awakened.

"Professor McGonagall specifically explained that it is very dangerous outside the school. Also, Ron, you are the prefect, and you have to..." He said meticulously, his expression focused.

"Faint!" A bright curse flew abruptly from above and behind Neville, hitting the back of his head.

Neville trembled first, then closed his eyes, fainted, leaning forward and fell on the golden red carpet.

History is always surprisingly similar.

"Huh." Brother Weasley let out a sigh, teasing the red hair on his forehead.

Then he leaned on the ladder and waved to them both.

"Brother?" Ron whispered.

Then the two of them got down the spiral staircase chokingly.

Walked to the front of the three.

"You always have to sacrifice a little for the cause of pranks. What are you going to do now?" they both rubbed their hands and asked with a smile.

At a glance, they knew they wanted to go with them and show their fists.

"Can I join?" A dim voice startled them.

"Lovegood?" The twins frowned and looked at the girl behind Hermione.

Ron turned his head, looked at her in amazement, then pointed to her and asked, "How did you get in?"

Luna's misty eyes rolled, tilted her head and glanced back at the portrait of the doorway to the sleeping lounge, and then said: "There is a password in her sleep talk."

At this time, the fat lady on the door portrait seemed to roll over again.

Several people looked at each other.

"By the way, continue with the topic just now, what prank are you going to do?" the twins asked excitedly.

"We are not going to play pranks." Ron emphasized.

"It's a very important thing." Hermione can only say that.

"It looks like you are leaving Hogwarts?" Fred took a look at the two and found that they were wearing clothes suitable for action.

Harry wore a blue-black jacket, Ron was a thick trench coat (a reward from Mrs. Weasley), and Hermione was wearing a black and white striped sweater with a long sleeve hood, which looked very capable. .

"Then I have to remind you that the nearby Floo website is unavailable." Fred said, their information is very good.

The faces of Harry and Ron changed immediately.

Harry then knew what Professor McGonagall gave Filch back then.

Another problem appeared in front of us

Hermione immediately dropped her head and began to think.

"It seems to be going, is it far?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

Luna just wanted to speak and gave her own advice to help them, and the twins took care of themselves and made the decision.

"Fred? Take out your modified telescopic ears, it's time to come in handy." George exasperated.

The two have a sharp heart.

"I suspect that I will be killed by Angelina later." He shrugged, but he took out a model of an ear from his arms, with a long thick flesh-colored rope wrapped around it.

During the exercise, the appearance of ears gradually became lips.

Then the prop went around and around, climbing up the spiral ladder in the girls' bedroom.

Fred said something to the ear in his hand.

Soon, they saw Angelina opening the door, tidying up her pajamas and running down the stairs.

A group of people was taken aback.

"Flying broomstick? What are you going to do?" She asked, looking at the people in front of her.

"This is the most important business for men." Fred said, "I hope you can leave it alone for a while."

"Wait, we can't involve you." Harry cried.

"This is not a joke. If it is fake, you will most likely be fired." Ron said anxiously.

"Also, it may be dangerous." Hermione added, subconsciously not wanting more people involved.

"Excuse me, then I will take a risk with my dad to find the horned snoring beast, or the bubble snot monster, he doesn't care if I can graduate, happiness is the most important thing." Luna bent down. His eyes carefully examined the retractable ears in Fred's hands.

"Are you still Gryffindor for being fired?" Brother Weasley also shook his head.

"And if you and Harry are arguing, I don't care. Hermione, who has always been prudent and obedient, will follow you. It must not be something to ignore." George touched his chin and continued.

Hermione was speechless for a while.

"You can't bear to let those broomsticks eat ashes in the warehouse, right?" Fred said, looking at his girlfriend.

"The warehouse?" Harry was a little surprised.

"This holiday we have also raised a lot of sponsorships. Although it's not the extravagant Firebolt of Slytherin, it's better than the original broomstick." George said contentedly.

Obviously, in order to deal with the hardware crush of the Slytherin Quidditch team, they spent a lot of effort.

"But it doesn't seem to be very lucky. I bought it and was ashamed. It's still locked in the warehouse. The key is with the captain." The two of them looked at each other and shook their heads tacitly.

It is used as public property.

Now it seems that it is time to perform purposes outside of its prescribed functions.