Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"The mysterious person doesn't care if you are a serious person, I just remind you first." Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows, and then said flatly.

"Don't you have magic, you can deal with that mysterious man!" Uncle Vernon roared, whoever thought he was being targeted by terrorists, especially the magical terrorists, it is estimated that they are like him. Even more exaggerated.

"I'm sorry, the other side can also be magical, and stronger than us." Professor McGonagall said calmly, but his tone was a little helpless.

"Where is the old white beard man who was here before?"

"He is dead." Professor McGonagall said without evasiveness, but with a vaguely sad tone.

"Ha..." Vernon still had an impression of the old man's sharp eyes hidden under the lenses, and now he felt more breathless.

"Then what shall we do?"

"The magic set by Dumbledore can last until next year. Before then, this is the safest place. If the mysterious man is still not defeated by then, you may have to move."

The man was trembling with his fingers trying to point at Professor McGonagall to say something, and felt a bit impolite because the woman opposite was not easy to deal with.

"Do you know how difficult it is to find a house?" He sat back in the seat, muttering, and complaining.

"It seems we have reached a consensus."

"Come on, Harry."

"But my luggage, and..."

"You have about five minutes to prepare." Professor McGonagall said casually when he glanced at the old quartz wall clock hanging in the center of the living room.

"Goodbye." Professor McGonagall said.

"Goodbye." Harry followed Professor McGonagall and waved to his relatives.

The two walked on the side of Privum Road. In the evening, a row of illuminated street lights was already on, extending to the other end of the street. The yellowish lights spread all over the streets, revealing a faint warmth. sense.

The shadows of the two are long and short, as if they are constantly rushing from one moon to another.

"What is our destination now? Professor McGonagall?"

"Go to Diagon Alley first, buy the textbooks, and you don't need to prepare again when the school starts."

"Why in advance?"

"When school is about to start, the mysterious man will look at you." As if he knew what Harry wanted to ask, Professor McGonagall explained.

"But, the nearest Floo network is over there..." Harry pointed in the opposite direction of their journey.

"We don't need Floo Net, look, it's here now."

A bright purple bus stopped in front of them-the knight bus.

As a means of transportation, it is still safe

It has not yet reached the most dangerous time.

"Two people, two tickets...well, do you need toothbrushes?"

"No need," Professor McGonagall responded politely, and Harry nodded.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at Diagon Alley, which is now empty, with few people walking on the street..

Some sensitive residents heard the wind and noticed the abnormal atmosphere

And it was not close to the beginning of school.

The shop windows originally displayed spell books, potion raw materials, and cauldrons. The colorful ones are now invisible, but are covered by large notices posted by the Ministry of Magic.

The announcement is in purple color and looks very daunting. There are all kinds of people who can't see their faces and their bodies are hidden in the cloak. The text below says that they are vampires and have attacked several innocent Muggles and wizards. .

Werewolves also accounted for some proportion, they grinned grimly, showing their sharp teeth.

There are giants, but they didn’t hurt people, they just destroyed some buildings

Several windows were nailed down by wooden boards, including Florin Fosco's ice cream shop.On the other hand, many tattered small stalls suddenly appeared on both sides of the street.The closest stall to them was set up under a stained striped canopy outside Lihen Bookstore, with a cardboard sign nailed in front of the stall:

Amulet: Effectively defend against werewolves, dementors and corpses

The door of Lihen Bookstore did not open, only a small movable door was opened in the lower right corner, which is the case with most shops on this street now.

Professor McGonagall and Harry crouched in.

I bought the book first, so I won't have to come again.

"It's Weasley's. You will spend the second half of your holiday happily."

"Plus it" threw a brand new "Advanced Potions Making" into it.

"Although the grades haven't come down yet, I don't think I can take the potions class." Harry said helplessly.

"Don't give up hope." Professor McGonagall ignored Harry's answer.

"Take it, it will be useful in the future, there will be surprises."

"But before that, there are two people you want to see."

I walked out of Lihen Bookstore and came to a store along the road..

A signboard with quite bright tones is hung, and a little boy drawn in cartoon stick figures is making a grimace. On his face is written in gradual red handwriting: "Weasley Magic Joke Shop."

"We are rare, the shopkeeper who dare to open a shop this day." George and Fred said happily.

Weasley joke shop?

Harry thought he had guessed something, "Is this the shop you opened?"

"We graduated." Fred sighed.

"Yeah, I finally stepped into the society." George agreed with a serious concern.

"Look at our merchandise?" The two brothers warmly invited Harry, and they wanted to reach out and drag him into the store.

"It's time to go, we have limited time." Professor McGonagall shook her head, and she still stayed away from these prank props.

"Now we should go to Weasley's house. That's where you should live next."

"Your transcript will also be sent there."

After giving Harry some precautions, Professor McGonagall took Harry into the shadow of no one in the corner of the alley.

"Hold my hand, I remember you haven't passed the Apparition Test." Professor McGonagall said.

After a short sense of distortion, in the blink of an eye, Harry felt that his body had become illusory and unreal. The whole person seemed to be floating in the air, and the horizon before him gradually became distorted and clear again.

With his feet returning to the ground, Harry felt the real feeling. He held his glasses and he showed a slightly Tudor-style building in front of him, with pigsty beside it, everything from the floor to the ceiling to the stairs. A little skew, nothing is perfect.

"Okay, I still have some work to do." Professor McGonagall took Harry to the door of the bad game and did not go in.

"I will leave it to you next, Molly."

"Okay, he will definitely gain a few kilos with me." Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry in surprise and said quickly, before letting go of him after a while.

"Long time no see, Harry!" Ron gave him a hug.

After he took a closer look, he immediately became at a loss, because he saw many acquaintances around the table.

Sirius, Ginny, a strange woman with pink hair, Lu Ping, etc...

They crowded around a wooden table that was a little low, and the legs and table top were slightly oily and scratched. These were the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix.

After greeting for a while, he also introduced Harry to members he was not familiar with.

"This is Nifadora Tonks."

"Just call me Tonks, I remember we met on the express train, Harry."

When Lupin turned to let Ron, his arm accidentally touched and knocked over the teacup. The light red tea spread along the texture of the wooden table.

"If..." Sirius looked in front of him, sighing halfway through, and the voice could not be heard.

There are confidential matters in the contract he signed with his nephew.

He wanted to say that if his ancestral home hadn't been transferred, it would have been abruptly stopped every time.

In fact, the Burrow is also good, in addition to being a bit crowded, it also makes people feel like it.

"Where is Mr. Moody?" Harry looked around and suddenly realized that there was no one.

"He was besieged by dozens of werewolves in the Witham Forest." The smile on Lupin's face narrowed, and he said in a low tone.

"Hi..." Harry took a deep breath.

"It's okay, in the end it was just his wooden prosthetic leg that was bitten. It won't turn into a werewolf. But most of the werewolves turned into barbecues and ashes."

"But now he is recuperating at the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, and the doctor has to spend time getting him a new leg."

"It is estimated that your Defense Against the Dark Arts class will have to be replaced again." Lupin shrugged.

"Should we go see him?"

"He said no need."

"What about Hermione?"

"I don't know, there may be something else."

"Don't keep asking, let Harry take a break first." Mrs. Weasley brought a few more cups of hot tea. "It's been a long time since it's been so noisy." There was a smile on her face.

"Aren't George and Fred quarreling enough?" Ron said irritably.

"That's different." Mrs. Weasley nodded with satisfaction as she looked at the scene in front of her. She really enjoyed the moment of being together as a family.