Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Malfoy must have kidnapped Hermione, it's not the first time he's done this kind of hostage-taking thing!"

"That is the conspiracy of the mysterious man, he is going to blackmail us with Hermione!"

Ron angrily chopped the weeds around the field with his scythe to vent his anger.

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

Harry and Ron have also met Hagrid now. Hagrid has planted a lot of strange-looking plants around his house. They are sharp and jagged, and they will cut their hands if they are not careful. In addition, there is another characteristic that is obvious. That is growing fast.

They were helping Hagrid now weeding, these weird grasses had some very strange qualities, twisted and twisted like seaweeds, and if you used magic to deal with them, they would make them grow wild.

"I feel sick just thinking we eat this stuff every day now"

"Worse than what I was treated at my uncle's house." Harry forced a joke, and gave a stiff smile.

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

The wooden barrel was almost empty, but there was still a smell of fishy sweetness. This was Hagrid's special feed, and he went to feed his group of cuties just now.

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

Even the food has to start taking care of itself.

There is no ready-made beef, chicken, flour and other ingredients, and must be raised by yourself.

Of course, if the feeding cycle is the same as that of Muggles, it is possible that Voldemort can see the corpses of a group of starved wizards.

Hagrid collaborated with Professor Sprout in the herbal medicine class to find a way to solve the current food problem and find some alternatives that can feed one's stomach.

"Come in and sit, it's cold now." Hagrid beckoned to the two of them and said loudly, walking up the steps and pushing open the wooden door of his room.

The cold wind rushed in.

Harry and Ron shivered and shuddered,

I crossed the threshold, carried a stool, and sat next to the charcoal fire. I didn't realize it when I was exercising. When I stopped, I felt a lot colder.

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

"Come on, let's cook."

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

Around the fire, recalling the moment they found Hermione missing.

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

One class, half day, one day, one week...

News of the two missing quickly spread

The answer is becoming more and more obvious, like the tip of the iceberg is gradually paying the water.

Someone turned traitor again and took Hermione hostage.

It could be that Hermione happened to thwart his actions, it could be that he was trying to accomplish some Voldemort conspiracy, they even had the worst guess.

Compared with this guess, the hostage is a very good result, they don't want to think about it

The atmosphere at Hogwarts was getting more and more dull.

In these days, even Luna's "heartless" appearance in the past has been somewhat restrained.

Of course, she is still the most relaxed, after all, she knows that Dumbledore is still alive, and that is the greatest confidence.

Just worrying about Hermione could not help but prevail.

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

Luna never felt wrong.

The girl is so confident, much more accurate than Trelawney's prediction.

The impact on other students is even more intuitive.

That is, the food in the auditorium is getting worse and worse.

No matter how good the craftsmanship of the house elf is, it can't change the poor quality of meat and Hagrid's cold weeds born under these conditions.

It was another normal morning, when the students were trying to squeeze these unpalatable dishes into their stomachs.

Suddenly, many owls flew into the auditorium. They had black feathers and strong wings, flapping their wings. The students looked at the situation in front of them in amazement.

Hogwarts has not received letters for many days because it is blocked.

The group of owls loosened their claws, and hundreds of letters were scattered in the air.

"Don't touch it!" Ron stood up, along with several prefects.

He saw that some students in the lower grades wanted to touch them with their hands, and he hurriedly stopped them. The envelopes burst open, and dark green smoke rose, twisting and gathering in the center of the auditorium.

"Your only options are loyal submission or ugly death."

- Voldemort. "

The smoke coalesced into a commanding command.

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

"Professor McGonagall?" The student's eyes froze to one point.

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

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

With a shout, the smoke passed through the gate and was swept out of the auditorium

Professor McGonagall walked to the guest of honor and looked at the students present with her indifferent expression, but her eyes were full of love. She cleared her throat and put 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, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened.

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

"It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"But what I know more is that you can overcome it. You are Hogwarts students. You will not shame the school, but take pride in it."

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

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

"This semester, all your subjects are full marks." Professor McGonagall began to applaud, then the students.

She showed a smile, and humorously eased the slightly frightened atmosphere

It was only when she slowly stepped down from the guest seat, turned and walked into the hut on the side, facing the dark stone wall, Professor McGonagall's eyes were a little wet, and she wiped with her dry, wrinkled right hand. Wiped the corners of his eyes.

She doesn't know how many people will die in the future, but just now she was strong in the crowd, and she seemed very energetic and boosted morale.

Otherwise, falling asleep again is a big blow to morale.