Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

And at this moment, in Dumbledore's office on the upper floors of the castle, among a humble birch cabinet.

Hermione's consciousness gradually recovered, and she woke up from her drowsiness, and found that her eyes were dark. She wanted to stand up, only to find that her hands and feet were tied up with thick twine. She didn't know where the wand was dropped. .

She was leaning on a solid and cold wooden board behind her, as if she was in the corner of the cabinet, with the gap in the cabinet door hidden. She tried her best to lift her head up, and only then did she vaguely see a tiny bit of light coming out of it.

There was a panic in her heart, but she still forced herself to calm down.

"We have to quickly notify the school teachers...This student is in danger!" This seemed to be the voice of the rich woman in the portrait.

"How to tell, we are just a painting!" Black's ancestor Phineas said grumpily.

Across the wooden door, she seemed to hear the fierce quarrels of the portraits.

But as they said, they are only portraits and do not have the ability to come out of them.

Everything can only rely on oneself.

Hermione tried to untie her restraint. To her a bit of joy, the rope seemed to be a slip knot and was not tied tightly. She fumbled, and successfully untie the restraint without relying on magic.

Just when she was about to get up.

The closed cabinet door creaked, and a brighter light came in.

Her heart beat, and without thinking, her body responded subconsciously, even without a magic wand.

You must act first, even if you lose your wand, you can't catch it all.

He slammed a punch forward, and then found that his fist seemed to hit something.

The whole person also lost his balance and broke through the cabinet door.

Although subconsciously aware of something wrong, there is no way to regret it.

She only heard a scream of "Ah!", and then Hermione used the light of the crystal pendant above her head to see the situation clearly-Ron clutched his nose, staggered back a few steps, and then hit the desk behind him.

"Ron?" she exclaimed, jumping out of the cabinet.

Feeling dizzy, he hurriedly supported the cabinet and stabilized his body.

After swept away, he also saw Harry, who seemed to have hurried in from the door of the office.

"Ron? What's the matter with you?" Harry saw this and hurried to Ron's eyes and asked with concern.

"Also, Hermione, are you okay?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief at this time, raised his head, and saw Hermione.

"It's okay." Hermione calmed down, then put a reassuring smile on her face.

Crookshanks at her feet rushed into her arms, rubbing against her, as if she was asking for credit.

This fat and ginger cat came all the way, panting, for fear that his owner might encounter some terrible danger.

I have to say that the sense of smell is better than a dog's nose.

"Sorry," she said to Ron.

"I thought you were the intruder... just..." she said embarrassedly.

"Someone really broke into Hogwarts?" Ron asked hurriedly, ignoring Hermione's apology or the sharp pain from the bridge of his nose.

"I think so." Hermione nodded.

"Then you have to look for something that is missing!" Not far from them, two portraits hung on the wall urged in unison.

The three of them gave each other a tacit glance at this time.

"Professor's relic!"

They became tense at once, and then quickly bypassed the soft chairs and approached Dumbledore's desk.

They saw three boxes neatly arranged from left to right on Dumbledore's table.

Maybe it was placed a long time ago.

Did he anticipate that he would have an accident one day?

The three thought of it together.

For a while,

A piece of parchment under the box on the far right was exposed.

Hermione pulled it out, and slowly read the black text on it, which read—"I, Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore …If I have an accident and unfortunately die, most of the inheritance will be donated to Hogwarts for teaching expenses, and a small part of my personal belongings will be distributed and donated by my will..."

"The first item-my light extinguisher will be reserved for Ron Billiers Weasley. I hope he will remember me when he uses it. It is the leftmost box."

Ron reluctantly opened the box in front of him with one hand, and raised the thing that looked like a silver lighter, but in fact it only needed a flick to suck out all the lights in a place, and then Light it up again.

Ron clutched his nose and put the light extinguisher away.

He tried to play it, and the light on the ceiling went out.

"My "The Collection of Poetry Stories" and "The Collection of Bard Allen's Information" are reserved for Miss Hermione Jane Granger. I hope she will find these two books interesting and instructive."

Hermione also turned the book and looked. She guessed that there might be something Dumbledore wanted to tell her in these two books, and there were clues hidden.

"I left Harry Potter with the golden snitch he caught during his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts to remind him of the rewards of perseverance and skill."

"There are also three bottles of phoenix tears and white fresh fragrance mixed healing potions, each with a small bottle, I hope you can use it properly and protect yourself when you are injured."

"Of course, this is not partiality, because I guess that you will encounter more difficult challenges than ordinary people in the future."

Before Harry could guess what Dumbledore meant, he observed the golden snitch in his hand.

I heard the sound of stepping outside the door again, and someone went upstairs.

All three clenched their wands, then released them again.

"Granger, are you okay?"

Professor McGonagall appeared at the door, almost immediately saw the destroyed cabinet, and then asked.

"I have something." Ron covered his nose again at this time, and said urnly.

And Hermione suddenly remembered the accident that happened just now.

"Professor McGonagall, an outsider invaded Hogwarts before I went into the office."

"He knocked me out," Hermione said clearly.

Professor McGonagall's brows frowned even tighter.

"Is there anything missing?"

Since it hasn't appeared until now, and she hasn't been cruel to Hermione, maybe it's a thief who is simply asking for money?

Professor McGonagall concluded.

"It looks like it's not there for the time being. All the relics left to us on the list of Professor Dumbledore's will are still here. There is no omission."

"No, maybe there is still something missing." Harry muttered a little depressed as if thinking of something suddenly.