Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Christmas is over and the Hogwarts students are back on the Hogwarts Express after a holiday with their parents.

Most are dusty.

The dinner party on the day of Christmas was also quite sumptuous. They feasted and enjoyed delicious food in front of their respective long tables.

Predictably, the house-elves must have done the hard work again.

But Hermione didn't care.

If Voldemort's conspiracy succeeds.

The future of most wizards and Muggles isn't necessarily any better than that of house-elves.

The three of them sat at the long table restlessly, and only took two bites in dismay.

At the Pig's Head Bar that day, they discussed a rough plan, and tomorrow will be the day to implement it.

Tomorrow, Christmas is completely over, the day when Dumbledore and Grindelwald duel, the news is blocked very tightly, and the Daily Prophet does not report it.

Nobody knows.

Professor McGonagall didn't want to believe them, and they had to inform Dumbledore themselves.

Night fell, and the bright moonlight filled the entire Hogwarts.

Silent all night.

But when the sun was about to rise, it was different.

As it approached early in the morning, there was a rustling sound from Gryffindor's male bed.

The two sneaked up from the bed.

The two of them barely slept all night, afraid of making mistakes.

Harry picked up his glasses and put them on, fumbling to get dressed.

So did Ron.

Neville's snoring was so loud that they were relieved.

This is what the three of them agreed to leave the campus early in the morning and go to the Ministry of Magic to find Dumbledore and remind him.

"Harry?"

"Ron?"

The two confirmed each other.

Then he tiptoed on his toes, walked slowly, and gently opened the bedroom door.

At the end of another spiral staircase, in the faint, almost vanishing moonlight, they saw Hermione standing there too, waving at them.

Then they entered the lounge along the spiral staircase.

Then, just as he walked around a few tables and chairs, he was about to leave the door.

Their figures froze.

"What are you going to do?" This was Neville's voice, and it sounded abruptly.

Standing at the bottom of the ladder, his nightcap still crooked, he raised his wand and aimed it at their backs.

That somewhat round face is so determined and serious.

As a roommate, he still sensed Harry and Ron's behavior and was awakened.

"Professor McGonagall specifically explained that it is very dangerous outside the school now, and, Ron, you are a prefect, and you need to..." He said meticulously, his expression focused.

"Stunned!" A dazzling spell flew from above and behind Neville abruptly, hitting the back of his head.

Neville shivered for a moment, then closed his eyes, fainted swayingly, and fell forward on the golden-red carpet.

History is always strikingly similar.

"Huh." The Weasley brothers let out a long breath and brushed the red hair on their foreheads.

Then he held on to the ladder and waved to the two of them.

"Brother?" Ron whispered.

Afterwards, the two of them also descended from the spiral staircase.

Went to the front of the three.

"It's always a little sacrifice for the cause of mischief. What are you going to do now?" The two of them rubbed their hands together and asked with a smile.

At a glance, it was obvious that they wanted to follow suit.

"Can I join?" A hazy voice startled them.

"Lovegood?" The twins frowned, looking at the girl behind Hermione.

Ron turned his head, first looked at her in astonishment, then pointed at her and asked, "How did you get in?"

Luna rolled her foggy eyes, tilted her head and glanced back at the portrait at the door of the sleeping lounge, and said, "There are passwords in her sleep talk."

At this time, the fat lady on the door portrait seemed to turn over again.

Several people looked at each other.

"By the way, continue the topic just now, what prank are you going to do?" The twins asked excitedly.

"We're not here to play pranks," Ron emphasized.

"It's a very important thing," Hermione could only say.

"It looks like you are leaving Hogwarts?" Fred glanced at the two and found that they were wearing clothes suitable for action.

Harry wore a blue-and-black jacket, Ron a thick trench coat (as Mrs. Weasley gave him), and Hermione in a long-sleeved hooded black-and-white striped sweater, looking smart. .

"Then I have to remind you that the nearby Floo site is unavailable," said Fred, who were well informed.

Harry and Ron's expressions changed immediately.

Harry then knew what Professor McGonagall had given Filch at that time.

Another problem arises

Hermione immediately lowered her head and began to think.

"It seems that we are really going, is it very far?"

"Hmm." Harry nodded.

Just as Luna was about to speak and give her own advice to help them, the twins made their own decisions.

"Fred? Take out your modified telescopic ear, it's time to use it." George pouted angrily.

The two have a heart-to-heart.

"I suspect that I will be beaten to death by Angelina later." He shrugged, but still took out a model of an ear from his arms, with thick flesh-colored long ropes wrapped around it.

In the process of exercise, the appearance of the ears gradually turned into lips.

Then the prop went around and around, and climbed up the spiral ladder in the girls' dormitory.

Fred was talking to the ear in his hand.

Then soon, they saw Angelina opening the door, tidying up her pajamas and running down the stairs.

A group of people were taken aback.

"Broomsticks? What are you going to do?" She asked, looking at the few people in front of her.

"It's a man's most important business," Fred said. "I hope you can ignore it for a while."

"Wait, we can't get you involved," Harry cried.

"This is not a joke. If it is fake, you are likely to be fired." Ron said anxiously.

"And, there may be danger," Hermione added, subconsciously not wanting to involve more people.

"If I get fired, then I'll take the risk with my dad and find the snoring beast with the horns, or the snot-bubble monster. He doesn't care about whether I can graduate or not. The most important thing is to be happy." Luna bent down, His eyes scrutinized the retractable ears in Fred's hands.

"Are you afraid of expulsion or Gryffindor?" said the Weasley brothers, shaking their heads.

"And if you and Harry make trouble, I won't care, and Hermione, who has always been cautious and disciplined, will follow you, then it's definitely not something to ignore." George touched his chin and continued.

Hermione was at a loss for words.

"You're reluctant to let those brooms eat ashes in the warehouse, right?" Fred said, looking at his girlfriend.

"Warehouse?" Harry was a little surprised.

"We also got a lot of sponsorships this holiday. Although it's not Slytherin's extravagant Firebolt team, it's much better than the original broom." George said proudly.

Obviously, in order to deal with the hardware crushing of the Slytherin Quidditch team, they spent a lot of effort.

"But it doesn't seem to be very lucky. It was eaten by ashes when I bought it. It is still locked in the warehouse, and the key is with the captain." They looked at each other and shook their heads tacitly.

That's as public property.

Now it seems that it is going to use it for purposes other than its prescribed functions.