Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Malfoy must have taken Hermione away. It's not the first time he has done this kind of hostage-taking thing!"

"That's the conspiracy of the mysterious man, he wants to use Hermione to blackmail us!"

Ron angrily chopped the weeds around the field with a sickle, venting his anger.

"Professor McGonagall finally had a little time to wake up, and he fainted again after hearing the news." Harry said angrily, slashing the swaying weeds with a sickle as hard as Ron.

Harry and Ron have also seen Hagrid now. Hagrid has planted many strange-looking plants around their house. They are sharp and jagged, which will cut their hands if they are not careful. In addition, another characteristic is obvious. That is to grow fast.

They are now weeding Hagrid. These weird grasses have some very strange qualities. They are crooked and writhing like seaweed. If they are dealt with with magic, they will grow wild.

"I think we feel sick when we eat this stuff every day."

"It's worse than the treatment I received at my uncle's house." Harry reluctantly joked and smiled stiffly.

"Okay, almost done, Harry, Ron." Hagrid came from behind them with a wooden barrel on his broad shoulders and a bow and arrows on his back.

The barrel was almost empty, but still exuding a sweet smell. This was Hagrid's special feed. He went to feed his cute little ones just now.

As Voldemort's sphere of influence expanded, Hogwarts' operations became increasingly difficult.

Even the food has to start to solve it by itself.

There are no ready-made beef, chicken, flour and other ingredients, so you must raise them yourself.

Of course, if the feeding cycle is the same as that of Muggles, Voldemort may be able to see the bodies of a group of starving wizards.

Hagrid cooperated with Professor Sprout in the herbal medicine class to find a way to solve the current food problem and find some substitutes that can eat well.

"Come in and sit, it's cold now." Hagrid beckoned to the two of them and said loudly as he walked up the steps and pushed open the wooden door of his house.

The cold wind poured in at once.

Harry and Ron shivered, trembling, crossed the threshold, moved a stool, and sat next to the charcoal fire. They were not aware of the exercise, stopped, and felt a lot colder.

"Hurry up and close the door." Hagrid waved his hand.

"Come on, heat up."

"Don't worry, Hermione will be fine." Hagrid said comfortingly, sitting on his bed, putting his hand in front of the charcoal fire.

Surrounding the fire, remembering the moment they discovered Hermione was missing.

At first, the students in the classroom just guessed that the teacher was late. Later, they realized that something was wrong, and as time went by.

One lesson, half a day, one day, one week...

News of the two missing soon spread

The answer is becoming more and more obvious, like the tip of the iceberg is gradually paid off.

Someone became a traitor again and held Hermione hostage.

It could be that Hermione happened to break his behavior, or it could be that he was going to complete Voldemort's conspiracy, they even had the worst guess.

Compared to this guess, the hijacking is a very good result, they don’t want to think about it

The atmosphere at Hogwarts became more and more dull.

During this period, even Luna's previous "heartlessness" appearance was somewhat restrained.

Of course, she was the most relaxed, after all, she knew that Dumbledore was still alive, that was the greatest confidence.

It's just that the worry about Hermione couldn't help but gain the upper hand.

But the feeling told her that she should have done a good thing.

Luna never feels wrong.

The girl is so confident, and Bitterlawney’s prediction is much more accurate.

The impact on other students is even more intuitive.

That is, the dishes in the auditorium are getting worse and worse.

No matter how good the craftsmanship of the house elves were, they couldn't change the poor meat quality and Hagrid's cold weeds born under these conditions.

It was another ordinary morning, just when the students were trying to stuff these unpalatable dishes into their stomachs.

Suddenly many owls flew into the auditorium. They have black feathers and strong wings, flapping their wings.The students looked at the situation in surprise.

Hogwarts did not receive a letter for many days because it was blocked.

This group of owls loosened their paws, and hundreds of letters were scattered in the air.

"Don't touch it!" Ron stood up, meanwhile there were several prefects.

He saw that some students in lower grades still wanted to touch them with their hands, and hurriedly stopped them. These envelopes exploded quickly, and dark green smoke rose and twisted and gathered in the center of the auditorium.

"Your only two options are loyal surrender or ugly death."

--Voldemort."

The smoke gathered into a commanding command.

"Cover your mouths now!" An old and majestic voice suddenly came from the rostrum.

"Professor McGonagall?" The student's gaze froze.

The old lady was wearing a black robe and a dark green top hat on her head, with a solemn expression.

"The whirlwind swept away!" She raised her wand high, and cast out the spell coldly.

With a loud shout, the smoke passed through the gate and was swept outside the auditorium

Professor McGonagall walked to the main guest table and looked at the students present, with the same indifferent expression, but her eyes were full of love. She cleared her throat and placed her wand on the wooden table in front of her.

"The Dark Lord has officially declared war on us." Professor McGonagall's voice was so serious, and the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes became deeper.

"I know that you will be nervous and fearful, and so will I."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"But what I know better is that you can overcome it. You are students at Hogwarts. You will definitely not shame the school, but be proud of it."

"In addition..." Professor McGonagall changed the subject.

"In a way we want to thank him, you missed the final exam, didn't you?"

"This semester, all of your subjects are full marks." Professor McGonagall began to applaud, followed by applause from the students.

She smiled, humorously alleviating the slightly panic atmosphere

It’s just that when she slowly walked off the main guest seat, turned and walked into the cabin on the side, facing the dark stone wall, Professor McGonagall’s eye sockets were a little moist, and she wiped it with her dry, wrinkled right hand. Wiped his eyes.

She doesn't know how many people will die in the future. She was holding on to her just now, and she looked very energetic and boosted her morale.

Otherwise, it will be a big blow to morale.