Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Only the next day, news of Voldemort's capture of Gringotts spread throughout the wizarding world.

After all, the scope of the wizarding world is very small.

The next day's "Daily Prophet" used a very large page to report the news.

Voldemort was not photographed, only the dark mark wandering in the sky was photographed, already sinking into the ruins of the Gringotts underground.

"The Dark Lord is back!"

The magnificent buildings were turned into ruins, the broken bricks and tiles, and the deep holes in the ground became the sign of Voldemort's oath of his return.

not only that.

The center of the economy collapsed.

The Dark Lord no longer concealed his whereabouts, and the swaggering apparition shifted to the door of the Ministry of Magic.

"Who are you!" an Auror asked loudly.

"Stop." The Auror pulled out his wand.

The Dark Lord hid in the black cloak, and then quickly raised his wand.

The faint green light flashed, piercing the Auror's chest.

"Mystery man!"

The employees around screamed.

The folder in his hand was thrown high, and the paper was flying in the air.

"Minister of Protection!"

"The Dark Lord has disappeared again!"

Umbridge stayed in her office full of flowers and cats, arguing fiercely with Scrimgeour.

In the process, the man seemed to be irritated, stretched out his hand and grabbed Umbridge by the collar.

When the fat woman was about to breathe, her feet returned to the ground.

She saw Scrimgeour's eyes lose their brilliance, and she let go of her neckline.

"He is so troublesome, right?" A low, hoarse voice came into her ears.

"Well, he is dead now."

"You...who are you?"

The ugly woman looked at the same ugly man in horror, with the slit-shaped nose and the scarlet snake-eyed hideous face.

"Does it matter who I am? It may be important, after all, I have talked to you for a while before."

"Now I'm helping you clear the obstacles to the peak of your power."

"But deception is a compromise plan for the weak against the strong, and I don't think I need to do that anymore."

"Are you a mysterious person?" The loose skin trembling on Umbridge's toad face.

"Surrender or die!" Voldemort's cruel voice resounded through the Ministry of Magic.

"We surrender!" Umbridge's horrified cry resounded throughout the Ministry of Magic.

The Dark Lord suddenly changed his previous style of hiding in the dark, as if trying to redeem the time he once wasted, expanding his sphere of influence without any scruples.

For a time, the form changed suddenly.

From finance, politics, or public opinion, almost all have changed the direction.

More dark wizards began to take refuge in Voldemort's command.

Voldemort seemed to be dragging down the progress before frantically rushing in, rapidly expanding his sphere of influence.

"Shocking Secrets!The most hidden thief is by our side" Daily Prophet also began to no longer scrutinize their position. Although they had not scrutinized their position, they are now completely intensified.

This article discusses the relationship between the dumb cannon and the pure hemp wizard from various angles.

"Why can two Muggles who don't have any magic talents give birth to a wizard, but two wizard families give birth to dumb guns?"

"My friends, those Muggles use the technology they acquired in the so-called "technology" to steal our magic wantonly."

In the report, there is no neutrality, and some only incitement.

Indeed, a large number of people have been incited, even within Hogwarts.

For example, Hermione has a headache now.

She had to bear the stare and hatred of Filch, the night watchman, as if she had stolen his magic talent.Like a shadow, like a tarsal maggot, if it wasn't for Professor McGonagall to stare at him a few times, I guess the man would still find his trouble.

The entire Hogwarts is now in a rather quiet atmosphere, but even so, the task of teaching is still going on, and in this atmosphere, Christmas is here.The weather turned cold.

Hermione was alone in Gryffindor’s dormitory, sitting at the desk, but not reading.

Instead, he looked at the transparent glass with blurred eyes, and at the ice and snow outside the window, covered in silver.

Christmas is coming.

She subconsciously expects her parents to send her gifts. On Christmas day, her parents will send her some gloves, scarves and other warm accessories, or some books she likes.

Then her breathing suddenly choked.

She suddenly realized something.

Her parents have been erased by her all the memories of her, like strangers.

It's impossible to remember her anymore, so why would you send her a gift?

Feeling lonely and pained inexplicably.

But if her parents were implicated by herself, it would only blame herself more.

She stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling cabinet by the wall, slowly opened it, and silently found a lavender scarf, wrapped it up, and half of her face shrank inward, hiding in it, which made her feel A trace of family warmth.

It was also given to her by her parents a few years ago.

Hermione walked in the corridor, then stopped, leaning lonely against the mottled stone wall, with dark armor on the left and right, and a pile of books scattered on the ground.

The thin clouds on the horizon outside the window were like a touch of silky silk, but this beautiful scenery could hardly bring her any comfort.

Quite a few people chose to stay in school during Christmas, among them Hermione.

"Aren't you going home?" Harry and Ron glanced at Hermione's application form while registering to stay in school.

"I have to deal with something in school." The girl said.

There is a radio in her dormitory that she has specially modified, which can break through the shield of Hogwarts to listen to the signal. It is said that a huge storm that is rare in a century will appear this Christmas.

As a Christmas gift.

Hermione gave them a copy of "Advanced Defense Techniques for Dark Arts". The black cover and thick spine made them feel big after a glance and didn't want to open it.

On Christmas Day, the snow scene around Hogwarts is wonderful.

Snowflakes danced outside the window again, beating the icy window lattices, and Christmas was approaching in no time.The twelve Christmas trees that are indispensable every year in the auditorium have been moved; the stair railings are wrapped in holly and metal foil; the armor helmets are shining with bright candles, and a bunch of bunches are hung at every other section of the corridor. Mistletoe.

The students in the lower grades were rubbing snowballs and playing snowball fights in the open space outside.

Hermione sneaked into the Forbidden Forest. She saw an extremely generous figure in the jungle, she couldn't help showing a surprised expression.

"Ha... Hagrid? Is that you? Why are you back?"

"Oh, Hermione, long time no see." Hagrid turned his large body and turned his head.

"Why don't you tell us."

"The Ministry of Magic has a big problem, right?"

"Yes." Hagrid widened his copper bell-like eyes, scratched his curly hair angrily, then kicked the snow in front of him fiercely to scatter the scum.

"I've resigned since Umbridge got some Muggle ancestry level." He said grimly, "I guess Hogwarts will be fast too. Of course I believe Minerva will definitely not agree."

The mysterious man controlled the Ministry of Magic, which has become a reality.

"Why don't you come to us?" Hermione was puzzled.

"I just came back, and I am still arranging for my little boys." Hagrid shook his head.

"Little boy?" Hermione suddenly realized, looking at some squirming hairy legs behind him, showing a somewhat awkward smile.

"I'll give you a surprise when I'm ready to set it up." Hagrid reached out his hand and pressed these things down again.

"By the way, what are you doing here" he asked suddenly, and Hagrid realized that Hermione shouldn't be here.

"I'll help the professor get something." Hermione lied subconsciously.

"Harry and Ron are not here."

Hagrid would probably cross-examine them if they were both of them. After all, they were two troublemakers.

As Hermione started to prepare before the storm, some people did not stop their movements.

While Professor McGonagall was eating lunch in the auditorium, a dark figure appeared behind her.

"Minerva, this is your Christmas present." Snape suddenly appeared behind him and passed the box in his hand.

Professor McGonagall has a flattered expression on his face.