Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The weather is getting colder and cooler. In the Gryffindor lounge, the lights are bright, and the light that is slightly inclined to warm colors covers almost every corner of the room. In the fireplace close to the wall, red flames are burning fiercely. With, the whole house is warm, very warm.

Several back seats covered with scarlet cushions were placed together, with a short coffee table in the middle, a pale red teapot with a long mouth on it, and a very light book beside it. On its yellowed cover, it even makes people feel that there is no need to bind it into a book.

"Meow." Crookshanks called out, especially in the quiet lounge.

Hermione looked away from the book in her hands.

Her pet cat was quietly curling up in a bamboo basket next to the fireplace at this time. The whole cat was huddled into a ball, its head buried in its own fur, and its ears were drooping, revealing only a few rubs. Soft and fluffy yellow hair, at first glance, I don't know whose scarf fell here.

It yawned dazedly, then narrowed its eyes and fell asleep lazily.

Its owner, Hermione Granger, was leaning back on the soft seat at this time, spreading a book on his lap, and looking back at his book again.

A few strands of brown curly hair hung down in front of her forehead, blocking her vision. She stared at the book for a while, and then pulled the messy hair that blocked her vision behind her ears.

The "relics" Dumbledore left her are two books, one is "The Tales of Bedouin the Poet" that she is holding now, and the other is "Alan the Bard" on the coffee table .

The former is relatively complete, while the latter seems to be only a fragment of a page, with only a few thin sheets.

After the short suspension of classes, after the resumption of classes, the weekend soon arrived.

She used the afternoon of this weekend to patiently read these "relics", hoping to get some information and hints from the principal to her.

But almost the whole afternoon was spent, and Hermione had no useful clues from it.

It made her feel a little irritable and anxious.

The figure who pulled her into the cabinet cast a deep shadow on her heart.

What is Voldemort's conspiracy?

certainly,

If it were the past, she would not read books with utilitarian purposes.

Or to gain knowledge, or to have entertainment, that is already the biggest purpose, but it is obviously different for the current Hermione.

Professor Dumbledore doesn't do things that don't make sense.

But Hermione tried her best, but couldn't see what Dumbledore wanted to express, or what hint she hoped to convey to her through this collection of stories.

What these little fables tell everyone is nothing more than some principles of life.

"The Wizard and the Hopping Pot" tells everyone that they should help others and help everyone around them.

"The Fountain of Good Luck" shows that everyone has misfortune, but as long as you work hard to pursue happiness, you can finally find your own luck.

The ending of "Wizard's Hairy Heart" appeals that the beauty of everyone's heart is far more important than wealth and status, and the care of family members and the care of lovers are the best medicine to soothe the soul.

The fourth story, "Babette and the Stump," is about a wise and upright witch fighting a liar wizard.

A series of readings, as an afternoon distraction, is the best thing to do.

Hermione had to admit that these little stories were actually quite interesting and meaningful.

But to say that we can find out what clues can be used to fight against Voldemort, it is really clueless.

She looked around, wrapped the scarf around her neck a little tighter, and rubbed her palms. For some reason, the heat of the fireplace seemed to have weakened a little, and the warm environment dropped a little. She waved her wand.

"Flying blanket!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blanket embroidered with a male lion pattern and intertwined with light red and yellow lace slammed open the door, and flew out of the girls' bedroom, bringing a gust of wind, and the blanket trembled like a wave. Tilt, erected along the stairs, all the way down.

Crookshanks, who was sleeping beside the fireplace, heard the sound, opened his eyes keenly, raised his head alertly, looked around, and scratched with his paws after confirming that there was no danger. His face crawled back again, and the yellow hair that stood up quickly softened.

continue to sleep.

In the end, the blanket floated lightly over her lap.

Hermione suddenly felt warm again.

She took a breath and decided to read on.

Harry and Ron are not here for a while, they're off to the library, they're going to study the secrets of how to find the "relic" they've got.

Afterwards, the three reunited to exchange their experiences.

Hermione raised her hand and turned over the latest page of The Tales of Bedouin the Poet, which was also the last story in the book.

The first line of words began to catch her eye.

Once upon a time there were three brothers, at dawn...

Grim Reaper broke one from the river...

This story made her a little excited, and even subconsciously pinched the brittle pages.

The Elder Wand, Invisibility Cloak, Resurrection Stone, Deathly Hallows, are these the key to solving Voldemort?

But after reading it, she was a little lost. She didn't know where the Resurrection Stone was. The Elder Wand was in Voldemort's hands, and the only clue was Harry's invisibility cloak.

She's going to ask Harry sometime later, about his invisibility cloak,

Then, she exchanged the book on the coffee table with the book in her hand.

What I have now in my hand is the "Story of the Bard Allen". Although it looks a little old, when I get it in my hand, there is still a faint scent of ink.

When I opened the title page, this sentence popped out.

"Fortunate readers, it is your honor to be able to read this story."

"Fighting with evil dragons for too long, I have become evil dragons myself. The story I'm going to tell today is also the last story in my knowledge, which is related to evil dragons."

"The actual content of the story has nothing to do with my first sentence just now. It was just what I said casually, just to reflect the depth of this story.?"

This is a real collection of knowledge, not a formal teaching book. Compared with the fine binding of "The Story of Bedouin the Poet", it even has a cover sewn with gold thread. This book is too cheap.

A blur of silver smoke ran out of the book, and an image of a wizard with a hippie smiling face emerged. Hermione had to raise her head to look in front of her. A rotten hat, with a piece of dry grass in his mouth, he stuck his wand in his waist, looking like he was hanging around, and then the cloud of smoke dissipated very quickly.

She slowly returned her gaze to the book.