Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Time passed, the weather was getting colder, Hogwarts had its first snow of the year, and the whole school was covered in white.

This also means that Christmas is coming, and there is a joyous atmosphere throughout Hogwarts.

After all, most of them are students, and the holidays are coming, so it is a happy thing to say.

At this time, the castle of Hogwarts will be decorated with many magnificent decorations.

The auditorium was spectacular and grand, with mistletoe and holly hanging on the walls, and twelve Christmas trees in the corners of the room. You can see that magic has been applied.

The magic was applied not only here, but also on the ceiling at the top of the auditorium. The transparent effect was like snowflakes from outside, and then suddenly disappeared when it was about to come into contact with the students.

"Harry, can you lend me your Invisibility Cloak?" Ron poked Harry in the shoulder during lunch.

"Huh?" Harry whispered, startled.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"Didn't the old bat confiscated my golden snitch last week?"

Ron was distracted in Potions class once, playing with the Golden Snitch in Quidditch indoors, and was confiscated by Snape and taught a lesson.

"I'm afraid not, the Invisibility Cloak is not with me now." Harry shook his head.

Not long after the Goblet of Fire ended last year, Dumbledore approached him more than once.

"Harry, I may have to ask you something." During the conversation in the principal's office, the old man suddenly made this request.

Harry didn't know what Dumbledore could ask him for. He was already the most powerful wizard in the entire wizarding world. What could he ask for himself?

Dumbledore wants to borrow his Invisibility Cloak.

Of course Harry agreed.

There was not even the slightest hesitation.

It never occurred to me that Dumbledore would be greedy for his Invisibility Cloak.

After all, this was his father's legacy back then, and it was handed over to the old man for safekeeping, and then Dumbledore was in his first year.

Return it to him as a Christmas present.

If you are really selfish, you may not pay it back at that time.

No one knows anyway.

Who would doubt Dumbledore's character?

"Okay." Ron's eyelids drooped down, looking a little disappointed.

"Going to help them as a coolie again." Ron muttered.

The toy business of the Weasley Brothers seems to be quite prosperous today, especially after a certain theoretical support, the quality and characteristics are more distinct, and the products are in short supply.

Of course, their little brother also went to help a lot.

Not only that, Ron, as a prefect, also patrols and dresses up Hogwarts.

And maintain.

"Peeves, don't move that ribbon, it was so easy to hang it!"

Like now. He could only put down the unfinished food on the plate, and hurriedly stood up to deal with Peeves who liked to make trouble.

Now, he can somewhat understand Filch's mood.

As for Hermione, the weaving was progressing so fast that it was now possible to tell whether she was knitting a hat or a sock.

It can be said that it is a race against time, and after lunch, I also use the free time.

If it was before, she might have asked Harry about the process of Occlumency.

What she didn't expect was that after Harry mastered this skill, he did not completely resist Voldemort's invasion, and even let it go occasionally.

He didn't want to rely on Qiu Zhang and Cedric's love to make himself jealous anymore, it was as if the person full of jealousy was not him.

He also wanted more information.

He started now, unwilling to passively defend.

Why did Voldemort want him to see these things?

So one night, he got his wish.

He went to sleep.

Harry saw a black-robed man standing respectfully in front of him, reporting something.

"Grindelwald? Duel? Interesting." The man said softly.

Harry's vision narrowed, he must have squinted.

What Harry couldn't see was that where Voldemort's face was supposed to be his nose, there were only two tiny gaps left, wrinkled, and then two thin lines oozing.

A brilliant idea emerged from the Dark Lord's mind.

Harry felt a sense of fulfillment.

"After Christmas? That's really looking forward to it. I'm going to give him a big gift." Voldemort's cold voice made people shudder, revealing a sinister smile.

The black-robed man's movements became more and more modest, and it seemed that he was going to kneel under the man's body. Harry tried desperately to see the man clearly, but to no avail.

"Where's the place?" Voldemort asked after closing his eyes for a moment, rubbing his long, pale palms against the armrests of the chair.

"No decision yet."

The rubbing of the armrest turned into a slow tap, a soft thud, on Harry's own chest.

The scene fell into a bizarre distortion, like a stone floating on the water, setting off ripples, and a sense of dizziness struck.

Harry woke up from his sleep, fumbled for the glasses on his nightstand, put them on, and took a few deep breaths.

"Grindelwald?" he remembered, chewing on the name.

Ron seemed to hear the movement, suddenly turned over from the bed, and then fell asleep again.

Harry calmed down and decided to tell Ron and Hermione about the dream tomorrow.

On weekends, the Gryffindor lounge looked as pleasant as ever, a circular room filled with worn, floppy armchairs and rickety old tables. There was a crackling fire in the fireplace, and many students put their hands in front of the fire to rub and warm.

In the place where the bookshelf was originally placed, an open space was opened up at this time for their indoor Quidditch competition. According to George and Fred, they were interested in holding an official competition.

A group of Gryffindor students were forming a circle, engaged in a fierce competition.

"It's getting famous!" George said.

"Don't you think that's cool?" Fred answered.

They imagine the future.

If he was in the mood, Harry would definitely join in, but right now his mind wasn't on it.

He found Ron, who was writing an essay on the history of magic, and Hermione, who was knitting elf hats, and gathered them together at an old table.

"Do you know Grindelwald? Hermione?" he asked directly.

"Grindelwald? What did you suddenly ask him?" Hermione's tone was astonished, her pale eyebrows arched.

Crookshanks noticed the owner's surprise, and the fat body dexterously turned over to the table, looking at its owner with apricot-colored eyes, the big cake face seemed to be angry.

"Grindelwald? Who is he?" Ron asked blankly.

Harry made about the same expression, staring at Hermione with widened his emerald green eyes.

Judging by Hermione's reaction, this should be a very famous person.

Hermione covered her forehead in pain, with that expression as if Professor McGonagall saw him use the Vanishing Charm on the mouse, but copied the mouse into several copies.

"Don't worry, you let me think about it." Ron waved his hand quickly, searching for dry intestines.

"Voldemort's men?" he asked tentatively.

Hermione rolled her eyes again.

"His story is on the back of the Dumbledore Chocolate Frog Collection Card," Hermione said lightly.

"It's him?" Ron took his seat at this time, then stumbled all the way up the stairs, and then quickly came down with a dirty iron box.

"Found it!" Ron said excitedly.

He returned to his seat, waving the card in his hand.

Dumbledore was rubbing his long silver beard and smiling at them from the card.

"This is a dark wizard, and it's normal for me to not remember much, and only one or two lines about his deeds, okay?" Ron argued, trying to prove that his memory was not bad.

"Me too." Harry touched his trouser pocket, remembering the Chocolate Frog he bought on the train earlier, which contained a card about Dumbledore, and took it out to read.

"Why isn't there a detailed introduction to him?" Ron pressed.

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