Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

It was only the next day that news of Voldemort's capture of Gringotts spread throughout the wizarding world.

After all, the wizarding world is small.

The next day's Daily Prophet covered the news with great coverage.

Voldemort was not photographed, only the dark mark wandering in the sky, the ruins of Gringotts, which had been sinking deep into the ground.

"The Dark Lord is back!"

The magnificent buildings turned into ruins, the broken bricks and tiles in one place, and the deep hole in the ground became a sign that Voldemort swore his return.

not only that.

The backbone of the economy collapsed.

The Dark Lord no longer concealed his whereabouts, and the swaggering Apparition appeared at the door of the Ministry of Magic.

"Who are you!" an Auror asked loudly.

"Stop." The Auror took out his wand.

The Dark Lord hid in his black cloak and quickly raised his wand.

A faint green light and shadow flashed through the Auror's chest.

"Mystery man!"

The surrounding employees screamed.

The folder in his hand was thrown high, and the pieces of paper flew in the air.

"Minister of Protection!"

"The Dark Lord is gone again!"

Umbridge stayed in her office full of cat accessories, arguing fiercely with Scrimgeour.

In the process, the man seemed to be provoked, reached out his hand, and grabbed Umbridge's collar.

When the fat woman was about to lose her breath, her feet returned to the ground.

She saw the glint in Scrimgeour's eyes, and let go of the clenched neckline she had held.

"Is he so troublesome?" A low, hoarse voice entered her ears.

"Okay, he's dead now."

"You... who are you?"

This ugly woman looked at this equally ugly man in horror, with the nose made of slits and the hideous face with scarlet snake eyes.

"Does it matter who I am? It might matter, after all, I found you and talked for a while."

"Now you will help you clear the obstacles to your peak of power."

"But deception is a compromise between the weak and the strong, and I don't think I need to do that anymore."

"You are Mysterio?" The loose skin on Umbridge's toad face trembled.

"Submit, or die!" Voldemort's cruel voice resounded through the Ministry of Magic.

"We surrender!" Umbridge screamed in horror throughout the Ministry of Magic.

The Dark Lord suddenly changed the style he used to hide in the dark, as if he wanted to save the time he once wasted.

For a time, the form mutated.

From finance, politics, or public opinion, almost all of them have turned the tide.

More dark wizards began to take refuge with Voldemort.

Voldemort seems to be dragging his progress before frantically rushing in, rapidly expanding his sphere of influence.

"Shocking Secret! The most insidious thief is by our side" The Daily Prophet has also begun to no longer scruple their stance. Although they have never scrutinized their stance, they are now completely intensified.

This article discusses the relationship between Squibs and pure hemp wizards from various angles.

"Why would two Muggles, who have no magical talent, give birth to a wizard, while two wizarding families give birth to Squibs?"

"My friends, those Muggles are stealing our magic with what they call 'tech'."

In the reports, there is no neutrality, and some are only inciting emotions.

It's true that a large number of people have been incited, even within Hogwarts.

For example, Hermione has a headache now.

She had to endure Filch's piercing hatred from the Night's Watch, as if she had stolen his magical talent. Like a shadow, like a maggot in the tarsus, if Professor McGonagall hadn't glared at him, it is estimated that this man would still find him trouble.

The whole of Hogwarts is now in a rather quiet atmosphere, but even so, the task of teaching is still going on, and in such an atmosphere, Christmas is here. It's getting colder.

Hermione was alone in Gryffindor's dorm, sitting at the desk, not reading,

Instead, he stared at the transparent glass with a blurred gaze, and looked at the ice and snow outside the window, covered in silver.

Christmas is coming.

She subconsciously expects her parents to send her gifts. Usually at Christmas, her parents will send her some gloves, scarves and other accessories to keep out the cold, or some books she likes.

Then her breath suddenly choked.

She suddenly realized something.

Her parents have been wiped out of all memory of her by her, and they are strangers.

It's impossible to remember her anymore, so how can you send her a gift?

Inexplicable feeling of loneliness and pain.

But if her parents were implicated by herself, it would only be more self-blame.

She stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling cabinet by the wall, slowly opened it, silently found a lavender scarf, wrapped it up, shrank half of her face inward, and hid in it, which made her feel A touch of affectionate warmth.

It was also given to her by her parents a few years ago.

Hermione walked between the corridors, then stopped, and sat lonely beside the mottled stone wall, with dark armor on the left and right, and a pile of books scattered on the ground.

The thin clouds on the horizon outside the window were like wisps of silky satin, but this beautiful scenery could hardly bring her any comfort.

A considerable number of people chose to stay in school at Christmas, including Hermione.

"Aren't you going home?" Harry and Ron both glanced at Hermione's application form when they registered to stay at school.

"I have something to do at school," the girl said.

She has a specially modified radio in her bedroom, which can break through the shield of Hogwarts and listen to the signal. It is said that a huge storm of a century will appear this Christmas.

as a Christmas present.

Hermione gave each of them a copy of "Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts". The black cover and the thick spine made them both feel that their heads were big at a glance, and they didn't want to open it.

On Christmas Day, the snow around Hogwarts is wonderful.

Snowflakes danced outside the window again, beating against the icy latticework, and Christmas was just around the corner. The twelve annual Christmas trees in the auditorium have been brought in; the stair railings are wrapped in holly and tinsel; the helmets of the armors are flickering with everlasting candles, and large bunches are hung in every section of the corridor. of mistletoe.

The students in the lower grades were rubbing snowballs and having snowball fights in the open space outside and in the corridors.

Hermione sneaked into the Forbidden Forest, and when she saw a very generous back in the jungle, she couldn't help showing a surprised expression.

"Ha... Hagrid? Is that you? How did you get back?"

"Oh, Hermione, long time no see." Hagrid turned his large body around.

"Why don't you tell us."

"The Ministry of Magic has a big problem, isn't it?"

"Yes." Hagrid widened his copper-bell-like eyes, scratched his curly hair angrily, and kicked the snow in front of him violently, sending the slag flying.

"I've resigned since that Umbridge got some Muggle blood rank," he said in a vicious voice. "Hogwarts is probably coming soon. Of course, I'm sure Minerva will not agree."

You-Know-Who has taken over the Ministry of Magic, it has become a reality.

"Why didn't you come to see us?" Hermione was a little puzzled.

"I just came back, and I'm still arranging my little darlings." Hagrid shook his head.

"Little darling?" Hermione suddenly realized, looking at some wriggling furry legs behind him, showing a somewhat awkward smile.

"I'll give you a surprise when it's ready." Hagrid stretched out his hand and pressed the things down again.

"By the way, what are you doing here?" he asked suddenly, and Hagrid realized that Hermione shouldn't be here.

"I'll fetch something for the professor." Hermione lied subconsciously.

"Neither Harry nor Ron are here."

If it was the two of them, Hagrid would probably have cross-examined, after all, they were two troublemakers.

While Hermione began to prepare for the storm, some people did not stop their movements.

While Professor McGonagall was having lunch in the auditorium, a shadow appeared behind her.

"Minerva, this is your Christmas present." Snape suddenly appeared behind him and handed over the box in his hand.

A flattered look appeared on Professor McGonagall's face.