Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"This is the notorious dark wizard, so why haven't you seen Voldemort's card? That's because it's already a household name to a certain extent." Hermione explained slowly.

"Gellert Grindelwald, born about 1882, is considered to be one of the most powerful dark wizards of all time. Until Voldemort appeared, the name Dark Lord was no longer his exclusive." Hermione slowly said.

"There is also a saying that he is Voldemort and his successor."

"His influence swept across almost the entire continent of Europe, but never in England, perhaps before his ambitions got to that point, and was defeated by Dumbledore."

"He was put in Nurmengard, a prison as famous as Azkaban."

Hermione recited the information like an endorsement.

Then her sharp brown eyes looked suddenly at Harry, sizing him up uncomfortably.

"You looked like you didn't know anything about him just now, but why did you suddenly ask?"

Hermione's senses were sharp.

Harry was at a loss for words, and it was difficult for him to say that he had connected with Voldemort's perception again.

Hermione quickly deduced, and then her face changed sharply.

"You connected Voldemort's mind again?" she asked anxiously, lowering her voice.

Harry nodded stiffly.

"Don't believe it, it may be Voldemort's conspiracy." Hermione frowned, admonishing.

"Also, if Grindelwald escaped from prison, why wasn't it reported? He should still be locked up at the top of Nurmengard." Hermione questioned, this was the biggest loophole.

Harry didn't reveal more information in the end, and said the word "duel". He didn't know who Voldemort was talking about.

"If he does get out of prison, it's very likely that he will join forces with Voldemort." Hermione rubbed the needle and thread on the wooden table slowly, thinking about it.

I have to say that Hermione's predictive ability is really good.

Maybe Professor Trelawney was wrong.

Then on Monday morning, when all the students had breakfast in the auditorium.

At least hundreds of owls flew in from outside.

Circling in the auditorium, looking for the delivery object.

Because Christmas is coming, many parents send gifts in advance.

Hermione received a large package containing a gift from the Grangers.

Her favorite set of encyclopedias.

Hagrid also sent her a gift. It was a quill made from an animal tail feather that he didn't know. It was quite smooth and bright. When writing, the tail would emit a faint blue spark, which was very handsome.

Most astonishingly, there is also a "Daily Prophet".

"Do you have both?" Hermione watched as Ron and Harry also pulled out a newspaper from the bottom of the package.

Hermione guessed that this might be a means of promotion for them.

To be honest, Hermione didn't like this newspaper very well, and Rita Skeeter had distorted the facts and arranged a lot of her tidbits in this newspaper before.

Just out of habit, she opened the newspaper subconsciously.

A row of bold black fonts caught her eye.

"A shocking scandal at the German Ministry of Magic."

"The most feared Dark Lord ever, Grindelwald, has successfully escaped from the top floor of Nurmengard, and it is said to have been news a few months ago."

"That said, he may have regained power now."

"We have no way of knowing his movements. In addition, we condemn the ostrich behavior of the German Ministry of Magic, block news, and deceive the public."

"People are too much, and the responsibility shifts the blame"

An Auror who did not want to be named said: "Grindelwald's strength is far less than before, just a bad old man, I hope everyone does not panic."

"But we don't believe this one-sided statement, and there is every reason to guess that this old man may set off a bloody storm again."

"If the mysterious man joins forces with Grindelwald, what kind of disaster will it bring to the wizarding world?"

...

In short, the page has a large and large description of Grindelwald as it should.

Hermione's face was a little blue, and she would rather her previous words were all nonsense.

This is not good news for anyone.

In this way, Harry's words are a little more credible.

Hermione immediately turned her gaze to Harry.

After a murmur.

"Duel?" Hermione repeated.

This time Harry had confided everything he had heard.

"Who's dueling with whom?" Hermione muttered to herself, gently brushing her curly brown hair, falling into thought.

When everyone was enjoying the Christmas atmosphere, she was not in a relaxed mood.

Night fell quickly.

In deliberate relaxation, Harry now dreams of himself wandering the corridors almost every night, heading for the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic, always standing longingly in front of the black door.

The black door was getting bigger and bigger, and he ran so fast that he almost collided with his head, and a few steps away, he saw the faint blue light again - the door suddenly opened! He finally entered, a round room with black walls and a black floor, candles with blue flames, and several doors around—

Then he didn't wake up.

The scene distorts again, changing abruptly.

What caught his eyes was an ugly woman who was sitting in front of an elegant desk, working at the desk.

Dolores Umbridge.

Even though this was only the second time Harry had seen the woman, he was still impressed.

In this office, there are vanilla white tabby cat decorations hanging everywhere. This kind of girly decoration is very inconsistent with this ugly woman.

"Oh, come and help me think about it, how to deal with this." Umbridge saw someone push the door in, with a surprised expression on his face.

She said briskly, and then handed Voldemort a roll of parchment.

Voldemort's face quickly flashed a hideous smile, which seemed to go against his elegant pale face.

He was pleasantly surprised.

What Umbridge was having a headache was exactly what Voldemort wanted to know.

The location of the duel.

This is Grindelwald's gauntlet, and it is also a gauntlet against Dumbledore.

"It's better to decide what to do at the Ministry of Magic." Voldemort gave a reassuring smile.

When he met Umbridge, he used the appearance of his youth, when he had not been disfigured by black magic, this kind of magic like disguise Magus was not difficult for him.

His appearance, inherited from his father, makes people unconsciously trust.

A handsome face is enough to make people close.

The world is so cruel.

Umbridge never seemed to care how the man got in.

"No, the two of them will tear this down." Umbridge's thick lips trembled.

"You have to know that after you deal with this matter for Germany, your prestige will increase again, and no one is your political enemy, that Rufus Scrimgeour, but still has not completely given up on your position. "

Voldemort amplified Umbridge's fear.

"Okay, that's the decision." Umbridge's hands trembled, but there was an extremely happy smile on his face, as if he had been intoxicated by the fantasy of complete control of power.

She took the quill and began to write on the parchment.

The torrents of fate began to converge in this way, and few people knew where they would go. 10