Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The holiday is drawing to a close, and on the night of the last day of the holiday, all the students will be in the auditorium.Listen to the speech of acting principal McGonagall.

This is the convention and tradition of Hogwarts.

It can be guessed that the old lady will still emphasize many boring and tedious security issues.

For example, techniques to guard against Death Eaters and werewolves.

Even this witch has stressed it many times.

The students who chose to stay in the school spent one of the most boring vacations in the school, especially the senior students. They were under greater pressure than before, not only preparing for exams, but also learning more difficult defense magic.

Occasionally a few ran to Hogsmeade and wanted to go to Hogwarts, and most of the shops were closed.

In addition, the teacher did not tire of stressing to them, try not to leave the school.

So soon, the New Year’s holiday was over, and the students continued their courses for the next semester.

Clusters of candles are still floating in the mid-air of the auditorium, eternally blooming with just the right light, as if they will never burn out.

The Christmas tree in the corner filled with five-pointed stars and gifts was removed, and the fancy decorations were also put away.

Christmas is over, and everything must be restored to its usual appearance.

"Where is Severus? Has he not returned yet?" Professor McGonagall was sitting in the teacher's seat at this time and saw a vacancy.

She hadn't seen Snape for a long time.

Since the man gave gifts to his colleagues at Christmas, he has disappeared from Hogwarts under the excuses, and after embarking on the express train, there is no trace.

"Don't wait for him, he should be measured." Professor McGonagall looked around.

She wore a dark green robe and a black top hat that she used to wear today. The years have eroded, wrinkles all over her face and arms, and her eyes are a little tired.

Sitting among the teachers' bench, looking at her students.

I don’t know, how many will survive in the future?

Some conversations also took place at the long tables of various colleges.

"It always feels like you are a little different, Hermione?" Luna passed Hermione briskly, and then quickly stopped her body.

"And...you have a very unpleasant smell, and..." Luna's gray eyes glanced at the long Slytherin table secretly, hesitated, and then chose to be silent.

"Forget it, when I didn't say it." Luna said softly, then moved to an empty seat in Ravenclaw and sat down all of a sudden.

"She's still crazy." Ron rolled his eyes and glanced at Luna in disgust. The girl was always talking madly.

"I don't think you have changed much...Hermione." Harry also looked at Hermione.

It's just that I didn't meet very much during a holiday, and there will be no big changes.

For boys, the changes that need to be observed with the naked eye are probably obvious enough to change the hairstyle.

Of course, in fact, Hermione's appearance did not change in any way.

It was still that shaggy and somewhat messy brown short hair, amber eyes gleaming with wisdom, and a simple Gryffindor uniform.

"Of course I haven't changed much."

Of course this is a lie.

After actually learning Animagus.

Especially in the early stage, it will be somewhat similar to the habits of animal forms and will inevitably be affected.

The blizzard came almost exactly the same as the weather forecast, and her Animagus was completed without any risk.

However, some price was paid. For example, she was easily sleepy these days. She spent at least half a week in bed to make up for sleep, so that she would not be sleepy.

I slept enough today, otherwise I should take time off and stay in the bedroom to continue to sleep.

But these are trivialities.

She has learned Animagus and can start the surveillance plan.

The person who is about to be monitored is unconscious.

"Do you like chocolate so much now? Draco?" Pansy said strangely as he looked at Malfoy at the long Slytherin table.

She saw the boy take a piece of bread coated with chocolate.

"I don't like it." He took a sip of black tea to make the dry bread easier to swallow.

It's like destroying some enemy.

"Actually I'm bearing it." Malfoy said sincerely, his eyes drifting to Snape's empty position.

He knew that this man would not come back.

"Are you home this holiday?"

"Original home, go to the manor and take a look."

He talked perfunctorily, and the disclosure of this information was meaningless.

"Okay." Seeing Malfoy's little desire to reveal, Pansy basically had no hope of prying something out of Malfoy's mouth. His eyes were somberly empty, watching the dinner plate in front of him, producing food, and being taken away. Reproduce and be taken away.

Circulate back and forth until there is no more food, not that the elf is not enough to make, but the meal time is over.

Professor McGonagall walked to the podium.

"Christmas is over, this is a holiday with not very pleasant atmosphere..." McGonagall said with a serious tone as he patrolled his eyes.

"Is she too sleepy?" Hermione said worriedly.

She was keenly aware that something was wrong.

I always feel that Professor McGonagall is weird today and has little energy to speak.

Then his eyes met Luna unconsciously.

The girl's eyes were also full of worry.

The responsibilities of the principal in the past were better, daily things, but now it has become particularly troublesome, and he has to deal with many aspects of things, coordinate, and face the pressure of the Ministry of Magic.

"Prohibited matters Article 7..."

With a bang, Professor McGonagall's seventh prohibition was not finished before he fell. His skinny hands tried to rest on the table, and then they quickly slid down weakly.

"Professor McGonagall fainted!" I don't know who among the students yelled first.

"Send her to the school hospital" Flitwick jumped onto the table, preparing to direct the students, don't panic, but suddenly began to have difficulty controlling his expression.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha......"

He quickly began to laugh freely.

"Damn it." He yelled angrily while laughing.

It does not come from the loss of emotional control, but the muscles in the throat are not controlled.

He drew out his wand and quickly pointed to his throat, then stopped.

The students around watched in horror at his throat beating wildly with a visible range.

The little Flitwick jumped off the table again and ran all the way out. The unrestrained laughter was frightening.

In a blink of an eye, the incident stunned everyone.

"Unknown, that's what I said unknown!" Trelawney screamed and stood up, kicking her stool down.