Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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The weather is getting colder and getting colder. In the Gryffindor lounge, the lights are bright, and the slightly warm light covers almost every corner of the room. Close to the wall of the fireplace, the red flames are burning. Then, it warmed the whole room, extremely warm.

Several backrest seats with scarlet cushions were placed together. In the middle was a short coffee table with a light red teapot with a long mouth, and a very thin book beside it. With its yellowed cover, it even makes people feel that there is no need to bind them into a book.

"Meow." Crookshanks yelled, especially in the quiet lounge.

Hermione looked away from the book she was holding.

Her pet cat was quietly curled up in the bamboo basket next to the fireplace. The whole cat shrank into a ball, with its head buried in its fur, its ears drooping, showing only a few rubs. The soft and fluffy yellow hair, at first glance, I don't know who thought it was whose scarf fell here.

It yawned dazedly, then squinted its eyes and fell asleep lazily.

Its owner, Hermione Granger, was leaning on the soft seat at this time, spreading a book on his knees, and looking back at his book again.

A few brown curly hairs hung in front of her forehead, covering her sight. She stared at the book for a while, and then she was a little messy, and the hair that blocked her sight was pulled behind her ears.

Dumbledore left her "relics" are two books, one is "The Poem and Pedou" she is holding now, and the other is "The Bard Allen's Information" which is placed on the coffee table. .

The former is relatively complete, while the latter seems to be only a few torn pages.

After a brief suspension of classes and the resumption of classes, the weekend soon came again.

She is reading these "relics" patiently in the afternoon this weekend, hoping to get some information and hints from the principal from the public.

But almost the entire afternoon was gone, and Hermione didn't get any useful clues from it.

She felt a little irritable and anxious inexplicably.

The figure that pulled her into the cabinet cast a deep shadow on her heart.

What conspiracy might Voldemort have?

Of course, if she changed to the past, she would not read books with utilitarian purposes.

In other words, acquiring knowledge or getting pastime is already the biggest goal, but it is obviously different for Hermione now.

Professor Dumbledore would not do something meaningless.

But Hermione tried her best and didn't see what Dumbledore wanted to express, or hoped to convey some hints to her through this collection of stories.

These little fables are nothing more than some truths about life.

"The Witcher and Jumping Pot" tells everyone that we should help others and help everyone around us.

"The Fountain of Good Luck" shows that everyone has misfortune, but as long as you work hard to pursue happiness, you will find your own luck in the end.

The ending of "The Witch's Hairy Heart" calls for the beauty of everyone's hearts to be far more important than wealth and status, and the care of family members and the care of lovers are the best medicine to soothe the soul.

The fourth story "Babiti and the Stump" is about a wise and upright witch fighting against a liar wizard.

A series of reading down, as a pastime in the afternoon, that is the best thing.

Hermione had to admit that these short stories were actually quite interesting and meaningful.

But if you can find a clue that can fight Voldemort through it, it really has no clue.

She looked around, then wrapped the scarf around her neck a little tighter, rubbing her palms. For some reason, the heat of the fireplace seemed to weaken a little, and the warm environment lowered the temperature a little, so she waved her magic wand.

"The blanket is flying!"

As soon as the voice fell, a blanket embroidered with a lion pattern, with light red and yellow lace intertwined, knocked open the door, and quickly flew out of the girls’ dormitory, bringing a gust of wind, and the blanket trembled like waves Tilted, erected along the stairs, and dashed all the way down.

Crookshanks, who was asleep by the fireplace, heard the noise, opened his eyes keenly, raised his head vigilantly, looked around, and scratched his paw after confirming that there was no danger. His face crawled back again, and the pointed yellow hair quickly softened.

continue to sleep.

In the end, the blanket lightly covered her knees.

Hermione felt warm again.

She took a breath and decided to continue reading.

Harry and Ron are not here for the time being, they have gone to the library, they are going to study how to find the secret of the "relic" they obtained.

After that, the three reunited and exchanged their experiences.

Hermione raised her hand and turned over the latest page of "The Story of Poetry and Pedou", which was also the last story in the book.

The first line of words began to catch her eyes.

Once there were three brothers, at dawn...

The god of death broke one from the river...

This story made her a little excited, and even subconsciously squeezed some crisp pages.

Old magic wand, invisibility cloak, resurrection stone, deathly hallows, are these the key to solving Voldemort?

But after reading it, she was a little bit lost. She didn't know where the resurrection stone was. The old wand was in Voldemort's hand. The only clue was Harry's invisibility cloak.

Later, she finds time to ask Harry about his invisibility cloak,

Then, she exchanged the book on the coffee table with the book in her hand.

What I put in my hand now is "The Collection of Bard Allen's Experiences", although it looks a bit old, when I got it in my hand, there was still a faint smell of ink.

Turning over the title page, such a sentence popped out.

"Lucky readers, it is your honor to be able to read this story."

"Fighting with the evil dragon for too long, and becoming an evil dragon myself, the story I want to tell today is also the last story I have seen and heard, and it is related to the evil dragon."

"The actual content of the story has nothing to do with the first sentence I just said. It was just what I said casually, just to reflect the depth of the story.?"

This is a real collection of knowledge, rather than a formal preaching book. Compared with the finely bound "Stories of Poems and Pedou", it even has a cover sewn with gold thread. This book is too cheap.

A faint silver smoke ran out of the book, and the image of a hippie smiley wizard emerged. Hermione had to look up and look in front of her. The wizard was wearing a loose sapphire robe with a tattered one. The rotten hat, with a piece of withered grass in his mouth, put the wand in his waist, acting like a fool, and then the cloud of smoke quickly dissipated.

She slowly turned her eyes back to the book.