Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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Just when the two of them had a leisurely tea party in the Ravenclaw lounge.

Almost all the halls of Hogwarts Castle are turned upside down.

Hermione's pet, the fat Crookshanks was running wildly in front of a team of iron guards. The chubby ginger body showed agility that was completely inconsistent, and the hair all over his body stood up, full of aggressiveness. , that flat face fell into anger, and the apricot-colored eyes were squeezed together.

At first glance, it seems that they are being driven by this group of guards, and they look embarrassed, but this is an illusion.

In fact, it is leading the way.

The cat raccoon's pedigree made it sensitive, and it sensed that Hermione was in danger.

Ron and Harry followed behind panting, as well as the crying Myrtle, who had been rescued at this time, sitting floating on Professor McGonagall's shoulder, waving her arms eagerly, as if Apologizing.

The disturbance just now was a bit loud, and the two people in the classroom were very embarrassed by Myrtle.

"Potter, Weasley, you can go to Miss Granger. She may have encountered some danger. There must be an outsider intrusion at Hogwarts. As for Crookshanks, they should know where she is. Now Flitwick and I have to search for intruders."

The old lady said resolutely, then supported her black pointed hat, and the short Flitwick turned to another road that had not been searched.

After Professor McGonagall handed over the task to the two, the group parted ways.

The two of them went upstairs and hurried towards Dumbledore's office, and some of the guards in black armor were also diverted behind them.

As for Professor McGonagall's journey, she quickly reached the end of the corridor, and she and Professor Flitwick stopped in front of the door of Ravenclaw's lounge.

They patrolled here.

With a knock on the door, the sound of uniform footsteps kept ringing in the corridor.

Fast and rhythmic at the same time.

"Visit the Ravenclaw lounge, you need to answer questions to enter." The gentle voice sounded again.

"Felius!" Malfoy and Luna heard Professor McGonagall call Flitwick again.

The dean of Ravenclaw will not be stumped by the test of his own college lounge.

Flitwick stood in front, for him, it should be a piece of cake.

But today, it may be an exception.

The door began to ask questions in a soft voice.

"Excuse me, a ship that has been sailing at sea for hundreds of years, whose captain is a Muggle, not a wizard, did not put a floating charm or any other spell on the hull, it can last so long, all thanks to The crew is constantly repairing and replacing parts of the ship, as long as a piece of wood rots, it will be replaced, and so on, until all the functional parts are not the original ones, the problem is, the end result is this The ship is still not the original ship, even if all parts are replaced, if not, at what point in time did the nature of the ship change? When the first part was replaced, or when the last was replaced? When replacing? Or a piece in the middle?"

The door spoke very fast, and asked this long question.

The dull footsteps of the steel guards outside the house stopped, and the air cut by the wind blade stopped.

Flitwick had an expression of great astonishment on his face.

It was an unspeakable silence.

The air seemed to freeze with embarrassment.

Professor McGonagall's eagle eyebrows twitched.

The question left both Gryffindor and the Ravenclaw Heads brooding.

It was only after a while that they still had no answer.

"Whether that ship will still be the original ship, I don't know, I only know that if you don't open the door, one of the doors will be demolished."

Professor McGonagall's temper rarely became irritable. If it was usual, she would leave, but this time is different from the past, and the blow of Dumbledore's death made her less patient.

"New question entry - in the face of the threat of absolute force, what kind of decision should we make?"

Then Ravenclaw's door answered honestly in a hands-on way - and he opened it quickly.

No courage at all.

But, isn't it too demanding to talk about courage for a door?

Just after the two stepped into the door, they heard a light and erratic greeting.

"Hello? Professor McGonagall? And Professor Flitwick? How are you? Want some cookies? My dad made them." Luna waved at them and greeted them, sitting in a chair.

She was sitting alone on the soft blue armchair, her calves swaying back and forth, and she seemed very comfortable bringing the snacks her father prepared for her into her mouth.

If there were a few more people, they might think there was a tea party in the Ravenclaw lounge.

Seeing the two walking in, Luna stood up and politely greeted them again.

"Miss Lovegood? Has anyone come in before?" Professor McGonagall stood at the table, frowning, and did not accept the invitation to taste.

"I don't know, I didn't pay attention." Luna shook her head with hazy eyes.

"Don't you think it's blasphemous for them to pay attention to something else when you're concentrating on tasting delicious food?" Luna asked rhetorically.

The two were speechless.

"By the way, if Professor McGonagall did tear down the Ravenclaw door and put it back into the Gryffindor lounge, wouldn't it still be the original door?" Luna out of place Yes, suddenly asked such a question.

Professor McGonagall's face became even more livid.

"Let's go," she said to Flitwick.

The two left, and after they left Luna behind, Luna quickly waved to one of the armored steel guards in front of the door.

"Good luck," she mouthed, then stuck out her tongue mischievously.

"With strength but without valuable wisdom, you will be deceived into circles."

she said quietly.

McGonagall and Flitwick leave the Ravenclaw lounge.

With the iron armored soldiers in the group of castles, they continued to move forward in a uniform manner.

Everywhere they went, the two would cast spells to detect nearby magical fluctuations, as the intruder might have used a disillusionment spell to evade their search.

Then they have to use an anti-curse to touch it.

Of course, they never imagined that when they focused their attention on Luna just now, there was already a person who quietly blended into the torrent of steel army.

out of their detection range.

"Squeak, squeak." Mag led the group of soldiers down an alley.

"Kick, kick." But what she didn't see was that at the end of the Black Iron Army she was controlling, a soldier was left behind.

Even if they fell behind, the soldier still kept the same footsteps as them, but changed from marching to standing still, and finally completely left the team and disappeared without a trace.