Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 113: Hermione’s experience
Christmas is coming, and Hermione decided to take this opportunity to go to Hogsmeade to relax,
She thinks she has sorted out her mood, it is impossible that she will never set foot here for some reason, right?
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When she recalled the first time she went there, she seemed to have visited the Honey Duke Candy Store. She hadn't been to other places in Hogsmeade, so this village was actually quite new to her now.
There is heavy snow outside. She is wearing a brown and yellow striped knitted scarf around her neck, a plush crimson hat on her head, a thick coat, and she walks slowly At the same time, leaving their own footprints on the snow-covered ground.
The street is very lively. Even on such a cold day, the enthusiasm of the students and residents has not been dissipated. The Christmas atmosphere is very strong. Many shops have even set up Christmas trees in front of their doors. Residents Our door is also full of garlands made of holly, and enchanted candles are hung on the trees in strings.
Hermione looked at everything in front of her curiously. The customs and customs of the wizard village were revealed before her eyes. The choir of short wizards with pointed hats sang in the street and rode. The tall wizard wandering around by scalpers made her uncontrollably compare with the place where she once lived.
The wind was violent, and Hermione’s hands were already wearing gloves, and she still felt frozen, so she kept breathing into her hands, her eyes kept searching for her to rest. Provide her with a warm place.
"Three Broomsticks Bar?" She raised her head and glanced at the sign, then pushed the door in, with a little tension and excitement in her mind. In her cognition, the bar is still not suitable for minors. local.
Compared with the coldness brought by the wind and snow outside, it is obviously warmer here. Many wizards sit at the wine table and order a drink. It was in full swing, and even became blushing over some anecdotes and rumors. At this time, a woman with a good face and a graceful figure would appear to soothe the tense atmosphere.
Just when Hermione was about to find a place to sit down and order a drink suitable for her age, she saw someone she never wanted to see now.
——Ron, he is sitting at a small wine table, blushing and secretly looking at the busy lady boss.
"It was a mistake to walk into this room." Hermione rolled her eyes, pushed open the door of the bar, and walked out.
She still decided to visit Duke Honey and buy some sweets for her parents to take home. She still remembers that her parents were very satisfied with the mints here.
Then she ran into Harry right here.
"Are you going to find him? Then you go" said Hermione.
"I don't know the way anymore, their map is gone when they reach Hogsmeade." Harry was a little embarrassed.
"Well, I'll take you there." Hermione looked at Harry and sighed helplessly.
She wasn't very worried about Harry's safety now. Apart from the people celebrating the holidays that she saw just now, there were a lot of Aurors patrolling, and just as she left the bar. She saw Professor McGonagall and several other familiar faces all sneaking into the bar, and maybe apart from Dumbledore's office, that bar is the safest place now.
Hermione puts herself in Harry’s perspective and thinks about it. He was really pitiful for this period of time. It’s okay to relax. It’s impossible to sue him right away, right?
"Did you bring the invisibility cloak?" She asked in a low voice, and then said: "Mr. Moody is said to have gone to the Forbidden Forest to search, otherwise I will persuade you to go back now."
Harry nodded, but he still didn’t tell the truth just now. It’s a fact that he doesn’t know the road, but the location of this street will certainly not stop him. What he hopes is to create reconciliation for his two good friends. Opportunity.
"Let's get out," she said.
Unfortunately, when they came to this little room, Ron was no longer there.
They walked in quickly through the dilapidated wooden door. Harry was wearing an invisibility cloak. Hermione tightened her neckline to hide her face as much as possible. She still hoped that she could make a good impression in front of her teacher. .
"Two Butterbeers." She said to Mrs. Rosemerta in front of the bar.
"Uh..." Rosmerta looked at her repeatedly, his face was very tangled, and he didn't know whether to provide it to her. Some time ago, the girl gave her a serious heart shadow.
"Are you sure you can drink?" she asked cautiously.
"Yeah." Hermione nodded gently, trying to avoid getting attention from others, while wondering why she would ask herself this question.
"Well then, I hope you are telling the truth." Rosmerta said, and then handed Hermione two glasses of steaming, frothy butterbeer.
"Please give me a small glass of canyon water."
Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly came from behind Hermione, making Hermione's whole body tense.
"A sherry juice soda with ice and umbrella snails--" Professor Flitwick said, tapping his lips.
"I need a glass of red currant rum." Hermione couldn't discern the voice.
"Oh, okay, please wait a moment." Rosmerta turned around to respond to their order, and got busy again.
"Harry?"
Hermione walked to the place where they were sitting together, but found that Harry was gone. Even though he was wearing an invisibility cloak, he still had some sweets bought from the Honey Duke in his hand, but he is gone now. Trace.
"What are you doing over there?" Hermione said, she saw a long-legged stool being dragged, and heard the crunching sound of rubbing against the ground, but there was no one around.
"It's really unreasonable." Hermione shook her head, followed Harry's direction, took a stool from the wine table where no one was sitting, and sat beside Harry.
"Don't run around, Harry." Hermione's voice was suppressed extremely low. "Did you not see Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick next to him?"
Harry didn’t speak, and Hermione couldn’t let him do it right now, she could only silently push the colder Butterbeer across from her, and then watched the full glass of wine begin to slowly drop. .
The sudden downward trend stopped.
Because Hermione heard the name "Black".
She seemed to understand why Harry was approaching here.
At this time, Rosmerta had brought them the drinks they ordered, and with a glass of light red wine in his hand, he found a free place to sit down gently.
"What brought you here, Minister?" This was Rosmerta's voice.
"Don't call me minister." Fudge twisted his sturdy body uncomfortably, his feet under the table changed a position, and then said, "I guess I will step down completely someday. Up."
While talking about him, he turned up a newspaper and pointed out the reports that were about him now to several people in front of him. All the bad reviews said that he was "banal and incompetent" as the lightest.
"Uh..." Professor McGonagall couldn't find any words to comfort him for a while, because the Dementor's departure was indeed a delight.
Flitwick also just sat on a high chair, sipping his drink silently, not wanting to answer the conversation.
"I obviously do it for your safety."
"Damn it, it was the Black who escaped from prison." Fudge smashed the wine table in front of him with his fist, causing waves of shaking. "Since he escaped from prison, it's been all messed up..." Fudge said sadly.
You know, I still can’t believe this," Ms. Rosmerta said musingly. "Among all the people who have fallen into the bad guys, Sirius Black is the one I never expected to do. People... I mean, I remember when he was a kid at Hogwarts, if you told me at that time what he would be like, then I would say you drank too much . "
"Oh, he is countless times worse than you think." Fudge's attitude is very blunt, and he dislikes this fugitive who has seriously affected his political career to the extreme.
"How close he was to Potter, like a real brother." McGonagall sighed, and then thought of the two most troublesome naughty ghosts.
"But this guy betrayed them. I thought Azkaban would be his final destination, but I didn't expect him to escape now,"
Fudge began to talk endlessly, not even deliberately lowering his own volume, from the initial bold loyalty spell to the battle where Peter Pettigrew was killed by Black, Professor McGonagall and Flitwick also Add a few words from time to time, and Rosmerta sighed constantly on the side.
"He's even the godfather of that poor child, my goodness, now he escapes and wants to attack him." Fudge became excited, his neck was flushed, but his shoulders soon fell loose again. "Now we can only hope that our most elite Auror team can capture him as soon as possible." He said slightly expectantly, as if this would be able to restore his reputation that had fallen into the abyss.
"Connelly, if you still want to have dinner with Dumbledore and discuss the guards of those Azkaban prisoners, then we should go back to the castle now." McGonagall seemed to think of something. Opened the mouth to remind.
"Oh, I almost forgot." Fudge touched his head, he looked out the window, "It's still early, you should go back first, Dumbledore should be still with our elite-Mu Mr. Di is searching the Forbidden Forest." Fudge looked at the drink he hadn't finished, was a little stunned, and evaded.
He still didn’t want to communicate with Dumbledore. Even if he was forced to do nothing, he still wanted to delay for a while. The conversation relationship between the two was weak, not to mention that he owed Dumbledore not long ago. Lido has a great favor.
If there really was a large-scale escape from prison at that time, what he is thinking about now is not whether he can sit firmly in this position, but thinking about who can defend him for his malfeasance.
A great kindness is like a great enmity, even if he is not so, but facing Dumbledore always makes him feel uncomfortable.
"Well, let's go back first."
There was a sound of glass and wood colliding, and in a blink of an eye, only Fudge was left at the wine table.
"Harry," Hermione said softly, reaching out to grab him, only to find that there was a complete air in front of her.
"He's not going to be stupid." Hermione's heart hung up, and even she was outraged when she heard these words. Her parents died because they were betrayed by the closest and trusted person, and they would bring him Hermione didn't dare to think about what kind of blow it would be.
She asked herself, if she knew the truth, she might have been swallowed by hatred, her reason was swallowed by anger, and she would avenge her enemies.
Just when she was worried about Harry's stupid things and was about to step outside to pursue it, a familiar voice came into her ears again.
"Uncle Fudge, long time no see, please allow me to greet you for my father." Hermione turned her head and saw Malfoy wearing a light gray coat standing at the wine table that everyone was talking about. Then, following Fudge to say hello politely, he took out a chair from under the table and sat down gently.
"Oh, your father is okay." Fudge said.
"Dad, he's fine." Malfoy nodded, and then turned around: "But Uncle Fudge, your current situation is not very good." Malfoy looked at Fudge with scorching eyes, as if he meant something.
Fudge's face turned black in an instant, but he still maintained his own politician's unique demeanor, and did not reply.
"I heard that your subordinates are starting to move around? Are you still in a stable position?" Malfoy pressed harder, asking questions that became more acute and embarrassing Fudge.
He said with a green face: "I don't know when Lucius' son became so rude and keen to laugh at his elders. I have to talk to him another day."
"Maybe you will even need to make an appointment to see my father another day. He won't waste time on some useless people."
"Absurd!" Fudge's breathing began to swift, and he patted the wine table in front of him with his palm. He was very annoyed, but the scene that Malfoy had constructed for him was so real~IndoMTL.com~ He still remembers what it was like when he was in power, but in an instant, his position became precarious. Look, now even a hairy boy dared to laugh at him in front of him. He hasn't stepped down. Too!
"What does Malfoy want?" Hermione retreated to the place where she was just now. It was the first time in her memory that she heard him mocking a person so unscrupulously, even his elder in name.
"I'm just telling the truth." The horse shrugged and said indifferently, then turned and waved to the bar: "Mrs. Rosemerta, please give me a glass of lemonade, thank you."
"Please trust my goodwill, the friendship between the Malfoy family and you will last!" After placing the order, Malfoy reached out and handed over a small piece of parchment to Fudge, with the words on it in black ink Written, it looked very small and dense, and Fudge couldn't see clearly for a while, just when he pulled his eyes closer to the parchment.
Malfoy spoke again, which sounded like a thunder in Fudge's ears.
"I found a lot about Black, Uncle Fudge." Then Malfoy showed a mysterious smile, quietly looking at Fudge who was surprised. (To be continued.)