Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Holidays don't have to be fun for everyone, but at least they won't be boring.

Especially when Harry took control of Aunt Petunia's TV.

The family is going out today to visit a business partner.

As juvenile delinquents of the "St. Bruce Safety Center", they are not qualified to follow them to carry out such "family" activities.

So now he can lazily lean on the sofa and change TV shows boringly.

He doesn't have to be forced by Dudley to watch stupid football either.

Only now is the most free moment for him in this family.

But there won't be a Quidditch match or a concert by the Weird Sisters.

He randomly tuned to a certain sports channel, the voice of the commentator screamed, a football game seemed to be scored again, the boy's eyes were on the screen, but his mind was still wandering.

He couldn't help but think back to the dramatic changes that had taken place in the previous school year.

Dumbledore just left them?

He still can't believe it when he thinks about it.

There is an inexplicable illusion,

The old man might slam the door at any time, dragging a gorgeous golden and purple robe, slowly pushing the door in, with a smiling expression on his face, telling him to go to the Florin cold drink shop in Diagon Alley for dessert.

unrealistic fantasy.

Just when he was dreaming about it.

Suddenly, there was a burst of tearing pain in the brain, as if the wooden bar suddenly broke with a squeak, and it seemed as if the overwhelmed steel bar was entangled and involved, and the old turtle shell was cracked every inch after being baked at the extreme high temperature. .

Thousands of pain sensations are used like a flood.

Accompanied by rage and bloodthirsty, his eye sockets began to swell and become bloodshot.

Voldemort can communicate and invade his mind.

He already knew.

He tried his best to use the Occlumency Technique he had used before, but the impact continued unabated.

Finally, his centipede-like writhing on the sofa gradually slowed down.

Because the pain started to subside gradually.

His gods are even clearer than ever before, maybe it's the pain that makes him more sensitive

Then Harry was surprised to see that on the TV not far in front of him, a female announcer with a standard pronunciation began to interrupt the urgent news.

"Tower Bridge over the Thames collapsed at 12 noon today for unknown reasons."

"The government is looking for the cause, the number of casualties is being counted, and the injured have been rushed to hospital."

"Insert an emergency news, a strong tornado broke out in the area near the Lancaster government area in western England, I hope the general public will be prepared for disaster prevention."

"Insert an urgent news..."

Although he wanted to tell himself that what was on TV was all accidents, his inexplicable intuition told him that these were not normal natural disasters.

It was obvious that the pain just now was the same emotion as Voldemort's destruction. He recklessly destroyed Muggle public facilities and caused panic.

Harry wanted to stop it.

But he couldn't stop it.

He neither knew where Voldemort had done his evil, nor could he defeat him.

Powerless to change, but trying to change.

The inability to do anything about the status quo made him feel an inexplicable sense of confusion.

In the past, he could seek Dumbledore's help and confide his secrets and confusion. Now I can only bear it myself.

Now he went from worrying about his normal wizarding grades to worrying about Voldemort's possible future actions.

These destructions are bound to cause huge repercussions in Muggle society, and panic will spread virally.

Underneath the unstable society lies a more turbulent undercurrent.

Compared to the unrest in Muggle society,

Not much better for the wizarding world.

In less than two months, many employees from all walks of life have resigned, especially at the Ministry of Magic.

Because of their keen sense of smell, they sensed the arrival of danger and the rapid changes of the Ministry of Magic.

Not only the sixth sense gained from fighting the dark wizard, but also the keen perception of the current situation.

Umbridge begins a census of the entire Ministry of Magic.

It was strongly opposed by almost all employees.

She was looking for a classification of the employees on the job—pure-blood wizards, half-blood wizards, hemp wizards.

It caused strong dissatisfaction, and many people resigned in anger. For those who resigned, it has to be said that it is a kind of luck.

Because there is no time to resign, and many people who are full of "sense of justice" are controlled by the Imperius Curse.

Aside from the official announcement, the Ministry of Magic is actually no different from Voldemort's actual rule.

Umbridge made the choice that was best for him with almost no hesitation.

Harry, who was confused, suddenly felt sleepy. He manipulated the button to turn off the TV, returned to his poor little cubicle, looked anxiously at the cobweb-covered ceiling, and gradually closed his eyelids. fall asleep.

A "click" sound.

Harry didn't know how long he had slept before he woke up again.

That was the sound of Dudley closing the door, and he liked to slam the door with his thick arm.

They prepared dinner for a while, and then they were ready to eat.

Just as they were about to start eating, an unexpected guest appeared.

There was a knock on the door

"Who would choose this time?" Uncle Vernon stood up when he heard the knock on the door, his round belly shivered, and dragged his body to the door with great difficulty.

Professor McGonagall stood at the door wearing a dark green robe and a top horn hat.

"That! You're not welcome here, and I won't invite you to dinner," cried Uncle Vernon, half disgust, half fear.

He had a little influence on this witch, an abnormal person, a teacher in that strange school with Potter and the others.

"I won't waste your time with your meal, sir, but Mr. Potter will come with me."

She looked around the table

"You don't even have the self-consciousness to ask him to eat together, and I don't think you will keep him."

Dudley stared blankly at the full plate in front of him.

"Professor, but it's too early to leave school now."

"I don't think you'd really like to stay here, do you?"

Professor McGonagall said half solicitation, half inquiry.

Then she turned her head and glared at the Dudleys with her eagle-eyed eyes.

"Although you have abused Harry for a long time, you have to admit that you at least gave him a home."

"This time I have to be in advance for a while. Although Dumbledore's spells are very safe, the time when I leave for school is the most problematic gap, so I need to take him away in advance."

Uncle Vernon didn't understand spells and other words, but he understood the word safety.

"Safe, you're taking this guy away, does that mean we're not safe?"

"Don't get involved with us, that mysterious man is very scary, isn't it??" Uncle's small eyes, which were almost covered with flesh, widened and opened, and waved his hands in a little panic, saying that he was afraid of involving them.

"It should be a hundred times more terrifying than terrorists in the eyes of Muggles." Professor McGonagall straightened the pointed hat on his head, using a very vivid but inappropriate metaphor.

"We're serious people!" Uncle Vernon roared excitedly, baring his teeth, patting the table in front of him, as if it would make him safe.