Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

At this time, in Dumbledore's office on the upper floor of the castle, in an inconspicuous birch wood cabinet.

Hermione's consciousness gradually recovered, and she woke up from her drowsiness and found that she was in darkness. She wanted to stand up, but found that her hands and feet were bound by thick hemp ropes, and she didn't know where her wand had been thrown. .

She was leaning against a solid and cold wooden board behind her. It seemed that she was in the corner of the cabinet, and the gap of the cabinet door was hidden. She tried her best to raise her head, and only then did she vaguely see a tiny bit of light shining through it.

There was some panic in her heart, but she forced herself to calm down.

"We have to inform the teachers of the school quickly... This student is in danger!" This seemed to be the voice of the rich woman in the portrait.

"How to tell, we are a painting!" Blake's ancestor Phineas said irritably.

Through the wooden door, she seemed to hear the voices of the portraits arguing fiercely.

But as they say, they're just portraits and don't have the ability to come out of them.

Everything still depends on yourself.

Hermione tried to untangle herself, and to her delight, the rope seemed to be a slipknot, and it wasn't too tightly tied. She groped and managed to untangle without relying on magic.

Just as she was about to get up.

The closed cabinet door creaked, and a more dazzling light came in.

Her heart skipped a beat, and without thinking much, her body responded subconsciously, even without a wand.

It's better to strike first, even if you lose your wand, you can't just grab it.

He punched forward fiercely, and then found that his fist seemed to hit something.

The whole person also lost his balance and broke out of the cabinet door.

Although subconsciously aware that something is wrong, there is no way to regret it.

She only heard a scream of "Ah!", and then Hermione saw the situation clearly with the help of the crystal pendant light above her head - Ron covered his nose, stumbled back a few steps, and hit the desk behind him.

"Ron?" she exclaimed, jumping out of the closet.

Feeling a little dizzy, I hurriedly supported the cabinet and stabilized my body.

He glanced around and saw Harry's figure, who seemed to have hurried in from the door of the office.

"Ron? What's the matter with you?" Seeing this, Harry hurried to Ron and asked with concern.

"And, Hermione, are you all right?" Harry was relieved at this time, looked up, and saw Hermione.

"It's okay." Hermione calmed down, then put a reassuring smile on her face.

Crookshanks under her feet slammed into her arms, rubbing against her, as if taking credit.

This fat, whistling ginger cat came all the way, panting, for fear that his master would encounter some terrible danger.

It has to be said that the sense of smell is better than a dog's nose.

"Sorry," she said to Ron.

"I thought you were the intruder... just..." she said a little embarrassedly.

"Someone really broke into Hogwarts?" Ron asked hurriedly, ignoring Hermione's apology and the pain coming from the bridge of his nose.

"I think so." Hermione nodded.

"Then you have to look for something missing!" Not far from them, the two portraits hanging on the wall urged in unison.

The three looked at each other tacitly at this time.

"Professor's Relic!"

Immediately they became tense, then quickly moved around the floppy armchairs and approached Dumbledore's desk.

Only then did they see three boxes neatly placed on Dumbledore's desk from left to right.

Maybe it was put away a long time ago.

Did he expect that he would have an accident one day?

The three thought in unison.

for a while,

I forgot what I was worried about just now.

A piece of parchment pressed under the box on the far right was exposed.

Hermione pulled it out and slowly read out the black text on it, which read - "I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore ...if I die in an accident, most of my inheritance will be donated to Hogwarts for teaching expenses, and a small part of my personal belongings will be donated by my will..."

"The first - my deluminator will be left to Ron Billy Weasley, hopefully he will remember me when he uses it, the box on the far left."

Ron reluctantly opened the box in front of him with one hand and held up what looked like a silver lighter, but in fact it only took a flick to suck out all the lights in one place, and then light again.

Ron covered his nose and put the deluminator away.

He tried a flick, and the lights on the ceiling went out instantly.

"I have left with Miss Hermione Jane Granger the Tales of Bedouin the Bard and the Sightings of Allen the Bard, in the hope that she will find them both interesting and instructive."

Hermione also looked through the books, and she guessed that there might be something in the two books that Dumbledore wanted to tell her, some clues.

"I leave Harry Potter with the Snitch he caught during his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, to remind him of the rewards of perseverance and skill."

"There are also three bottles of phoenix tears and white fresh essence mixed healing potion, each one small bottle, I hope you can use it properly and protect yourself when you are injured."

"Of course, this is not partiality, because I guess that you will encounter more difficult challenges than ordinary people in the future."

Harry hadn't had time to speculate on Dumbledore's intentions, watching the Snitch in his hands.

Then I heard the sound of stepping outside the door again, and someone went upstairs.

All three clenched their wands, then let them go.

"Granger, are you okay?"

Professor McGonagall appeared at the door, and almost immediately saw the destroyed cabinet, and turned to ask.

"I have something to do." Ron covered his nose again at this time and said angrily.

And Hermione suddenly remembered the accident that happened just now.

"Professor McGonagall, outsiders invaded Hogwarts, before I entered the office."

"He knocked me out," Hermione said clearly.

Professor McGonagall's brows furrowed even tighter.

"Is something missing?"

Since she hasn't appeared yet, and she hasn't attacked Hermione ruthlessly, maybe it's a thief simply seeking money?

Professor McGonagall inferred.

"It seems that there is none for the time being. The relics left to us on the list of Professor Dumbledore's will are still here, and there are no omissions."

"No, maybe I'm still missing something." Harry muttered as if he suddenly thought of something.