Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The dawn of Christmas came, the weather was cold, and everything was white. Hogwarts was as silent as snow on the ground. The dull atmosphere enveloped the whole castle. The students seemed to be like eggplants beaten by frost, picking up two or three. The petrochemical incident made them feel a little nervous about the long-awaited Christmas.

Early in the morning, Harry was woken up by Hermione. He looked at Ron's bed subconsciously, and it was still empty. He sighed and thought: "Today we may find the murderer."

"Merry Christmas to you," Hermione told him, throwing the gift to Harry, and confirming the exciting good news that the medicine was ready.

Harry sat up, suddenly fully awake.

"Malfoy better hope he doesn't do anything bad or I won't let him go." Harry clenched his fists. Then he teased Ron's pet, Banban, who seemed to be a little lethargic because the owner was petrified.

"Yeah." Hermione just nodded slightly.

At this moment, Hedwig flew into the house with a small package in his mouth. It looked like a Christmas present for Harry, and Hedwig gently bit his ear in a very affectionate way, a greeting far more precious than the gift it brought him.

A toothpick and a letter from a bad relative don't make people happy.

The other Christmas gifts Harry received were far more satisfying. Hagrid gave him a big bag of fudge, Harry decided to let it soften by the fire, and Hermione bought him a fancy quill. Ha He opened the last gift, which turned out to be a brand new hand-knitted sweater from Mrs. Weasley and a large raisin cake. He held up Mrs. Weasley's card, and a sense of guilt surged in his heart. He thought of Mr. Weasley's car, which had been missing since it collided with the Willow, and of Ron lying in his hospital bed, which made him feel even more uncomfortable when he received the gift. .

He saw the unopened "Flying with the Artillery" on Ron's desk, and he knew it was a present that Ron was going to give him, but now he wasn't there.

At the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts, everyone ate with relish, and the food was still very distracting. The delicious food made them temporarily forget the dull atmosphere before.

The auditorium looks grand. Not only were there a dozen Christmas trees covered in silver frost, and thick ribbons of mistletoe and holly crisscrossed on the ceiling, but there was also enchanted snow, warm and dry, falling gently from the ceiling. . Dumbledore led them to a few of his favourite Christmas carols, and Hagrid's voice grew louder as he drank glass after glass of eggnog.

"Hermione, it's time." Harry said to Hermione, estimating that it was time.

"Yes." Hermione nodded.

Malfoy and Pansy were enjoying the food from the Christmas dinner at the Slytherin table when a scream broke out from the crowd and spread to the Slytherin table.

A pen was out of control, and it was running wildly in the sky, swaying black ink wildly around, splashing everywhere, and the students were in a commotion. It also brought a long-lost anger to this auditorium. It kept moving towards the Slytherin table, and finally came to Pansy.

"My God." Pansy screamed, and got up quickly to avoid this "source of all evil." But he still couldn't dodge, and was sprayed with black ink. As for Malfoy, he was concentrating on his own affairs at the time, but he subconsciously chanted a spell on himself to prevent himself from suffering, and Pansy didn't take it into consideration.

"Who did it?" Pansy screamed like a blown-up kitten, looking around, trying to find the culprit, whoever encountered such a thing on such a happy holiday was in the mood It will not be good, not to mention she is still eating.

"sorry,

Fred and George had a little problem teaching me to use this pen just now. "Harry walked over from the crowd, bowed his head and apologized sincerely.

"Huh?" Malfoy wasn't in the mood to take care of these things. He was still thinking about how to find an opportunity to solve the diary and the basilisk together once and for all, so he raised his head slightly. He said to Pansy's robe, "Clean it up." It seemed that he wanted to make the big things smaller and the small ones, and was going to persuade Pansy not to bother with Harry.

As a result, it was completely ineffective.

"I'm so sorry." Harry lowered his head lower. "The ink in this pen is specially made, and it requires a specially made potion to wash it clean."

"Oh, there's no way." Malfoy shrugged and said to Pansy, "Then go to our Dean, I believe he has a solution."

"What a disappointment." Pansy angrily looked at his wizard robes covered in ink.

Malfoy didn't have any doubts, not to mention that he was now focusing all his energy on the diary, and he had to witness the rampage almost every week of the Weasley brothers' pranks. , Now the plot has become like this, and Crabbe and Goyle have been thrown away by him, and he has no idea that someone will want to set him up later.

History is always strikingly similar.

Harry walked out of the auditorium with Pansy on his face in frustration, and then secretly gave Hermione a gesture of success. Hermione understood it and hurried to the girls' bathroom. She must hurry up, ha There is not much time Li can buy.

She didn't have much difference in size from Pansy, but she still stole a robe from the Slytherin locker room, after all, the clothes between the two houses were not the same.

The bubbling, syrupy decoction grumbled in the bathroom, and Hermione was a little nervous by herself, perhaps less so if Ron and Harry were with her, but one was now. On the hospital bed, one is attracting her attention.

She took the spoon in her trembling hand, and scooped up the large bolus of decoction, pouring it into the glass she had prepared.

The decoction made a loud noise, like a pot of boiling water, and foamed vigorously. After a second, it turned a slightly purple color.

Perhaps due to her closeness, Hermione, who had only slightly adjusted her figure, did not suffer too much, but her face was slightly itchy. She walked to the mirror and looked at herself.

No flaws.

But she couldn't go out right now, it was so strange, Hermione resisted her eagerness to go out and paced back and forth in the bathroom, she could only choose to trust Harry to buy her enough time.

About 20 minutes later, Hermione slowly walked out of the girls' bathroom. When she came out, she tried to avoid being discovered. She kept looking around, gasping for breath, trying her best to calm down. A heart that is about to jump out of his chest, this tension should not be just for one reason.

At the door of the auditorium, she took another deep breath and touched her chest with her hand, as if she wanted to fix it there. Maybe the distance to the truth was so close, but she felt that she was getting more and more Fear, she even had the idea of ​​running away, but she thought of those petrified classmates, and one of her best friends - Ron, lying unconscious on the hospital bed, her hesitant heart reappeared. firmed down.

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