Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Come with me, I need to ask you something." Hermione said seriously.

Then Harry followed Hermione to a wooden table in the corner with a golden red blanket, and sat down on a somewhat tattered, yet comfortable armchair.

Hermione also sat down, took a deep breath, and looked around carefully to make sure that there was no one around before asking.

"Harry, tell me, are you often able to connect with Voldemort's mind?" Hermione lowered her voice and asked seriously, this question has already been answered by Dumbledore.

Startled, Harry was silent for a moment, perhaps hesitating, but finally nodded heavily.

"It lasted a long time, didn't it?" Hermione continued.

Harry buried his head in recalling that shortly after he participated in the Goblet of Fire, the pain of the scar became more frequent and the pain became more intense.

"He can observe others through your perspective, and maybe you can share his perspective, which obviously does more harm than good. Voldemort has no scruples, but you do." Hermione began to analyze.

"The ideal state is that you can make a decent resistance when he tries to invade your brain, so that he does not want to do anything." The girl continued.

"The principal gave me this task," Hermione said quickly.

"Why did you teach me?" Harry looked at Hermione somewhat suspiciously. This was so abnormal. She, who was also a student, always felt something was wrong when she taught herself.

"Professor Dumbledore originally chose Professor Snape. If he came to teach you, guess how well you would learn?" Hermione said lightly.

There was a visceral disgust on Harry's face, God knows how the man would teach him.

He would jab himself in the forehead with his wand, abuse himself, and vent his anger at his father.

"Is everyone in Gryffindor an idiot like you? You should cut your brain open, and then use a wand to stir and poke inside it, maybe that rigid brain will be more useful. "

Snape's rude and vicious words Harry could have imagined, even more hurtful.

"According to Professor Dumbledore, Snape's Legilimency is so skilled that he can even deceive Voldemort's Legilimency." Hermione hesitated for a while, but told Harry the fact.

"No matter how powerful he is, it has nothing to do with me!" Harry said in a vicious voice.

Emotions gradually agitated.

"He guessed this situation, so he can only let me help you. Even if the teacher is strong and the students resist, it will have no effect. Just look at your Potions class grades." Hermione sighed.

"Actually, that subject is not difficult." Hermione shrugged, obviously potions class was not under her word, even if Snape hated all Gryffindors and was extremely critical, he still couldn't stop her get excellent.

Harry nodded approvingly.

"We have to go to another place to practice." Hermione looked around and heard the door of the Gryffindor lounge slamming, presumably someone had come in.

This is obviously not a good place to practice, there are many people.

Up to now, I can only sacrifice the time for lunch break.

"I know a place," said Harry. "George and Fred used to do their prank experiments there. They discovered it last year."

"That's right." Hermione nodded.

The two left the lounge and shuttled quickly on the floor.

Harry walked in front, Hermione behind.

Hermione suddenly froze when she saw Harry walking in front.

"Hello, Potter?" Cedric beckoned to Harry, and they met on the third floor of the castle, in the hallway in front of the memorial cup display room.

Behind Cedric is his girlfriend, Qiu Zhang of Ravenclaw. She has beautiful and smooth black hair and an oriental elegant and mysterious temperament. Harry, who came forward, immediately tidied up his robes. He let go of Cedric's hand and greeted them.

She is still not used to showing such affection with her boyfriend in front of others.

"Harry? Who?" Hermione called after him.

"Harry?" Hermione, who was behind him, took a serious tone, and Harry came back to his senses at this time, holding his mirror frame, like waking up from a dream.

"Sorry, I was a little distracted." He said apologetically.

"Oh? And Granger? Where are you two going..." Only then did Cedric see the girl behind Harry, and he wanted to continue the question, but was pulled by the girl behind him again.

"We still have something to do, let's go first." Qiu Zhang smiled at the two of them, then left with Cedric, biting his ears as they walked.

Harry, who was left in the same place, was lost.

How much he wanted to have a few more words with that girl, but she was so intimate with her boyfriend.

Maybe misunderstood something?

"Let's go." Hermione felt that this was just a very simple encounter, and hadn't noticed the unusually stiff steps under Harry's feet.

Then the two walked quickly to the eighth floor of the castle.

There was a tapestry hanging on the wall, and the troll was beating stupid Barnabas hard with an iron rod. After they came, the worm-eaten troll stopped beating the ballet teacher and turned to look at them. Harry was there. He lingered in front of the wall for three times, thinking in his heart, a very smooth door gradually appeared and opened.

The two walked in one after the other.

What entered the sight of the two was a huge room

There was a row of wooden bookshelves by the wall, and there were no chairs on the floor, but large satin cushions. On the shelf at the other end of the room are various instruments such as speculums and spies.

But they all looked like trash, and Harry even recognized that those things were used by fake Moody.

If it was the usual way, Hermione would definitely take a good look at this place, go to the school history, and find some corresponding explanations, but I don't have much time today.

"Okay Harry, I'll keep it short, our time is precious." Hermione began decisively.

She took a few books from a row of old bookshelves and stacked them as chairs.

And out of nowhere, a blackboard appeared and floated steadily in front of Harry.

And using the wand as a pointer, he tapped on it, making a dull sound.

She looks serious and has a bit of a teacher's temperament.

"Professor Dumbledore wants you to stop dreaming about Voldemort."

"Voldemort is very good at Legilimency, as the name suggests, he extracts sensations and memories from your brain, in other words, mind reading."