Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Christmas is approaching, and many students at Hogwarts are choosing to return to their homes to spend the holiday with their parents. Hunting "Wenwang Ww" W. "Lie Wen. Cc

But Harry, Ron, and Hermione all chose to stay at school.

Harry knew that the two of them were actually there for him.

Since the last time he came back from Hogsmeade, Harry's mood has been in a low state, he is very upset, and it would not be good for anyone to learn such a cruel reality, and it is also the people he is very close to. Hiding it from him, why his parents were betrayed to death by their best friend, but no one ever told him?

"Harry, you have to calm down, they won't tell you because they're afraid you'll do something stupid." Hermione stood by the fireplace staring at Harry and said seriously.

"Yeah, Black just wants you to know the truth, so he'll set a trap for you, waiting for you to fall into the trap." Ron said worriedly.

Perhaps the only thing that can comfort me is that Hermione and Ron are temporarily reconciled because of herself.

He knew that because Hermione was worried about him after that day, she even took the initiative to find Ron and asked him to persuade him together.

But the hatred in his heart was like an inexorable poison. Blake's wild laughter in the newspaper appeared all the time in his mind. He laughed so wickedly, he bombed his father's good friend in the bustling block. Broken into pieces, no matter how much his friends tried to persuade him, it wouldn't help.

"You look very bad, Harry."

"I'm fine." Harry forced a smile.

"It's too fake." Ron said more worriedly, it was obvious that they had been together for so long, whether they forced a smile or not.

Harry also misses Hagrid very much now. He doesn't know where Hagrid has gone. Until now, there is no news. They are all worried about Hagrid.

When it really came to Christmas, he received gifts from various people, such as a scarlet leather hooded coat from Mrs. Weasley.

But what surprised him most was that he received a new broom.

Firebolt!

Exquisite workmanship, smooth lines, perfect feel, first-class broom!

He and Ron spent almost the morning studying the broom,

He's excited, so he'll have a better chance of winning in future games.

They guessed a lot of people and who sent them, but they were all rejected.

Soon Hermione also met them in the lounge. She didn't congratulate him when she saw it, but even advised him not to use the broom. She suspected that the broom might be a conspiracy and it might be dangerous.

"Oh my gosh, maybe that broom was given to Harry by that Sirius Black, yes, he wanted to murder Harry, and the way to do that was to let Harry win the Quidditch Cup and die of joy, right? ?" Ron said impatiently.

In the end, Hermione and Ron quarreled again over Scabbers and Crookshanks, and sat in two corners of the lounge. Hermione stared at Harry's broom from time to time, as if the broom had offended her.

They all went to the hall for lunch, and now the tables there were moved to the wall again, and there was only one table for twelve in the center of the room. Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick were there, as was Filch, the gatekeeper. Filch had taken off his usual brown coat and was wearing an old and rather dated tuxedo. In addition to them, there was a first-year Gryffindor student, and Malfoy and Pansy from Slytherin.

"I really can't figure out why they stayed at school." Ron whispered to Harry, he really didn't want to see him, the person who had "saved" him in name.

Harry didn't speak.

Hermione saw Malfoy and recalled what she had heard that day in Hogsmeade.

At that time, she didn't dare to get too close, for fear of being discovered. She vaguely felt that this situation was somewhat similar, which gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The further back, Malfoy and Fudge's voices became so low that she couldn't hear them clearly, but there was still a key word that she could hear, such as "Black, big news, regaining prestige". In other words, she deduced that Malfoy may have learned about Black's whereabouts from some means, and then revealed it to Fudge, so that he can restore his reputation.

Even if she didn't like the way the Minister of Magic sometimes behaved and spoke, she still believed that at least Fudge was on their side, and that Fudge's outrage when he talked about Black's past wasn't a fake.

This also made her worry about Harry subsided a lot at the time. She now believed that Blake would be arrested and brought to justice soon. At that time, Fudge's excited look was deeply imprinted in her mind. Taking into account her own image, she believed that perhaps Fudge would be excited to dance on the spot.

After that, she didn't listen anymore, she had to find Harry as soon as possible, let him not be stupid, even if it was in the Gryffindor common room at night when he saw Harry again that day, Harry was better than her. It's still early to go back.

In order to avoid disputes, she chose to keep what she heard secret, but she knew Ron's prejudice against Malfoy. If she told him, there might be other accidents.

"Merry Christmas!" said Dumbledore, interrupting Hermione's thoughts as the three of them approached the table together. "There are not many of us, so it's a bit silly to use those tables in the various courtyards.. Sit down, sit down!" Dumbledore looked at them with a smile.

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat side by side at the end of the table.

"Firecrackers!" said Dumbledore enthusiastically, handing the tip of a large silver firecracker to Snape, who reluctantly took it and pulled it. The firecrackers slammed, as if firing a gun, and scattered, revealing a large witch hat with a top top, and a mountain sculpture specimen on the top of the hat.

Pansy, who was sitting beside him, burst out laughing. Snape put on his sallow face and didn't say anything. He had a relatively high tolerance for the students of his college, and it was a festival now.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and grinned, just restrained.

Snape's mouth pursed, and he pushed the hat to Dumbledore, who immediately replaced it with his own wizard hat.

"Eat it!" he said with a smile to the whole table.

"When are we leaving?" Pansy whispered, leaning on Malfoy's shoulder, and he said he had prepared a secret weapon for their team at Christmas, which excited her, her teammates Having arrived at the place they agreed upon, Malfoy said that he had a little business at school and would rush over later, so she herself decided to stay with him.

"Soon, we'll be out after this meal, it's not convenient for us to fill our stomachs during the trip," Malfoy explained.

"Don't get too excited, this is a special training at the expense of your vacation, you have to prepare for hardships," Malfoy added.

"As long as I can win the championship, anything is fine." Pan Xi's eyes brightened.

"They definitely don't know that you have the most advanced broom in the world now." Ron couldn't help laughing when he heard their conversation, so he approached Harry's ear and said in a low voice. "It's definitely a secret weapon they didn't think of."

"It's up to us in the end," Harry said, but his expression betrayed his inner joy, and he was looking forward to the surprised look of the Slytherins.

It's just that because of the round-robin system, they and the Slytherin team will not meet again in this Quidditch Cup, which makes Harry somewhat disappointed.

"By the way, why didn't you let me go to Hogsmeade last time? Leave me alone at school?" Pansy asked suddenly. There was a bit of dissatisfaction in his tone, but the happy mood just now changed because of the "special training", and it turned from sunny to overcast.

"This is just a small punishment for your last drink. It's better to drink this drink at your age." As he spoke, Malfoy handed her a cup of honey tea.

"Oh, okay." She took it with pursed lips, but didn't take a sip.

"Does this sausage taste good?" This was Dumbledore's voice, and he was asking Malfoy who was sitting beside him with concern.

"Of course, Professor." Malfoy nodded politely, then took a plate full of sausages that Dumbledore handed him.

Just then, the hall door opened. In came Professor Trelawney, who slid toward them as if she were standing on wheels. To celebrate Christmas, she wore a green dress decorated with small metal discs, making her look more like a bright oversized dragonfly.

"Sybill, it's a pleasure to have you here," said Dumbledore, getting up to meet her.

But just as he was about to stand up, a roar suddenly sounded from under the table.

"Banban, what's wrong with you." Scabbers, who was hiding in Ron's arms, suddenly jumped out, rose into the air, and ran wildly on the dining table full of plates, rushing from left to right, as if there was something in his back. Like ghosts, many plates were overturned on the table by it, making a banging sound of glass, and some of them were unlucky and fell directly to the ground, shattering and making a clanging sound.

In the end it jumped off the table and went somewhere.

"Don't look at me." Hermione spread her hands, sighed and said, "For this rat, Crookshanks has been locked in my bedroom by me." Ron looked at Hermione almost immediately. Min explained.

"You can't even tell a cat from a dog's bark," Hermione said helplessly.

"This is the first time I've seen a rat frightened by a dog's barking. Shouldn't the rat be afraid of cats? The Weasley family's pets are really unusual." Pansy laughed.

"You!" Ron glared at Pansy, but didn't have time to argue with her.

"It's really a lively pet." Dumbledore said with a smile, twisting his beard. He was interrupted by the dog's barking just now, but he did not continue to stand up to greet him, and continued to maintain a sitting position.

"Weasley, it looks like your two older brothers have played a prank again." Malfoy bent down, glanced at the legs of the table, then reached out and yanked it out, taking out a scarlet band with a Some striped horns.

"Look." Malfoy poked the horn again, and now it was the cat's lazy "meow" meow.

"Those two troublemakers don't even live at Christmas." Filch's face was black as carbon.

"It's better to be more festive during the festival. I think it's not bad." Dumbledore was still happy, and even reached out to pick up the speaker and pressed it.

"Quack quack."

The sound of ducks came out again.

"Look, how funny, reminds me of their roaring letter from last term," Dumbledore said, playing with the horn.

"Oh, Sybil, why haven't you come, there's still a vacancy here." Dumbledore waved to Professor Trelawney again.

"Headmaster, I've been looking at the crystal ball," said Professor Trelawney, in her faintest, most distant voice, "to my amazement to see myself ditching my own lunch to come Attend your dinner. Who am I, how can I refuse the urging of fate? I walked out of my building at once, and I sincerely ask you to forgive me for being late.."

"Of course. Of course," said Dumbledore, bright-eyed, "let me get you a chair—"

He did use his wand to pull a chair in mid-air, and the chair spun in mid-air for a few seconds before a dull sound fell between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall. However, Professor Trelawney did not sit down, her big eyes were always looking at the table, and she suddenly let out a low scream.

"I dare not, Headmaster! If I sit down, there will be thirteen people at a table! There is nothing more unlucky than thirteen! Never forget that when thirteen people eat together, the first one to stand up after a meal. People will be the first to die!"

"We're willing to take the risk, Sybil," said Professor McGonagall impatiently. "Sit down, the turkey is going to be as cold as a stone."

"No, I'll just go now." Malfoy stood up. "To be honest, I'm full, and now I have to pack our bags. Let's meet at the door in two hours, Pansy." Malfoy followed Pansy, leaning on his chair.

"Everyone, please take your time." He said politely.

"Now that I'm gone, you don't have to worry about adding exactly twelve more people, right, Professor?" Malfoy whispered as he walked over to Professor Trelawney.

"That made it look like I drove you away," Professor Trelawney muttered, and then sat down in the empty chair, his expression softening a lot.

"Of course not," Malfoy said with a smile, then turned and walked quickly towards the exit of the auditorium.

"Let's continue." Dumbledore raised the glass in front of him and said to the crowd.

So the students and teachers at the table began to enjoy the delicious food in front of them again, but Ron looked at the exit from time to time worriedly, and was still worried about his pet rat.

"It looks like the mouse should be the first to leave the table, right?"

"You're the thirteenth person, Peter." Malfoy sighed inwardly when one foot was about to step out of the door. (To be continued.)