Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 114: Christmas daily

Christmas is approaching, and many Hogwarts students choose to go back to their homes and spend this holiday with their parents. Hunting "Wen Wang Ww" W. "LieWen. Cc

But Harry, Ron, and Hermione all chose to stay in school.

Harry knew that the two of them actually stayed for him.

Since the last time he came back from Hogsmeade, Harry's mood has been in a depressed state. He was very upset. No one would feel good about such a cruel reality, and he was still very close. People are hiding from him, why did his parents be betrayed to death by their best friends, but no one ever told him?

"Harry, you have to calm down. They don't tell you because they are afraid that you will do stupid things." Hermione stood by the fireplace and stared at Harry, and said seriously.

"Yeah, Blake just wanted you to know the truth, so he could set a trap for you and wait for you to throw yourself into the snare." Ron said anxiously.

Perhaps the only thing that can give herself some comfort is that Hermione is temporarily reconciled because of herself and Ron.

He knew that after that day, Hermione was worried about him, so she even took the initiative to find Ron and asked him to persuade herself.

But the hatred in his heart is like an incurable poison. The crazy laugh of Blake in the newspaper pops up in his mind all the time. He just smiles like this and takes his father's A good friend was blown to pieces, and no matter how his friend persuaded him, it would not help.

"You look bad, Harry."

"I'm fine." Harry forced a smile.

"It's too fake." Ron said more worriedly. After they have been together for so long, they can still tell if they are laughing hard.

Harry misses Hagrid especially now. He doesn't know where Hagrid has gone. He hasn't heard from him until now. They are all worried for Hagrid.

When it came to Christmas, he received gifts from everyone, such as a scarlet hooded leather coat given to him by Mrs. Weasley.

But what surprised him most was that he received a new broomstick.

Firebolt!

Exquisite workmanship, smooth lines, perfect touch, first-rate flying broom!

He and Ron studied the broom almost all morning, and he was very excited, so his chances of winning in future games would be much greater.

They guessed a lot about who gave it to them, but they were all denied.

Soon Hermione also met them in the lounge. She didn't congratulate him when she saw it. Instead, she even advised him not to use the broomstick. She suspected that the broomstick might be a conspiracy and it might be dangerous.

"Oh, my goodness, maybe this broomstick was given to Harry by Sirius Black, right, he wanted to murder Harry. The way to murder was to get Harry to win the Quidditch Cup and he was so happy. , Right?" Ron said impatiently.

Finally, Hermione and Ron quarreled again about Scab and Crookshanks, and sat in two corners of the lounge. Hermione still stared at Harry's broom from time to time, like the broom offended. She is the same.

They all went to the lobby during lunch, and now the tables there are moved to the place against the wall again, and there is only a table for twelve people in the center of the room. Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick were all there, as was the gatekeeper Filch. Filch had taken off his usual brown coat and was wearing an old and rather outdated tuxedo. In addition to them, there is a first-year Gryffindor student, as well as Malfoy and Pansy from Slytherin.

"I really can't figure out why they stayed in school." Ron whispered to Harry, he didn't want to see him who had "saved" him in name.

Harry did not speak.

Hermione saw Malfoy and remembered what she had heard at Hogsmeade that day.

At that time, she did not dare to get too close, for fear of being discovered, she vaguely felt that the situation was somewhat similar, which gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The farther behind, the voices of Malfoy and Fudge became lower, so that she could not hear clearly, but there was still a keyword for her to hear, such as "Black, big news, save "Prestige", she inferred that Malfoy might have learned about Blake's whereabouts from some sources, and then revealed it to Fudge so that he could restore his reputation.

Even if she could not understand the sometimes deeds and tone of the Minister of Magic, she still believed that at least Fudge was on their side. At that time, Fudge talked about Blake’s past and expressed indignation. It was not a pretense. of.

This also made her worry about Harry fade away a lot. She believes that Black will soon be arrested and brought to justice. At that time, Fudge's excitement was deeply imprinted in her mind. Had it not been for her image, she believed that Fudge might be dancing with excitement on the spot.

She didn’t listen anymore after that. She had to find Harry as soon as possible so that he wouldn’t be stupid, even though it was already in the Gryffindor common room at night when she saw Harry again that day, ha Lie returned earlier than she did.

In order to avoid disputes, she chose to keep what she heard secretly. She knew Ron's prejudice against Malfoy. If she told him, she might have another accident.

"Merry Christmas!" Dumbledore said, interrupting Hermione's thoughts when the three of them approached the table together. "There are not many of us, so it's a bit silly to use the tables in the courtyards... Sit down, sit down!" Dumbledore looked at them with a smile.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat side by side at the end of the table.

"Firecrackers!" Dumbledore said enthusiastically, and handed Snape the tail tip of a large silver firecracker, who reluctantly took it. The firecracker banged, like a gun, and spread out, revealing a top-top witch hat with a mountain carving specimen on the top of the hat.

Pancey, who was sitting on the side, chuckles and laughed. Snape put that sallow face with no expression, and said nothing. He had a relatively high tolerance for the students in his college, and he was now festival.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other and grinned, just restrained.

Snape's mouth pursed, and he pushed the hat to Dumbledore, who immediately replaced it with his wizard hat.

"Eat!" he said with a smile to the whole table.

"When are we leaving?" Pansy asked in a low voice, leaning on Malfoy's shoulder affectionately. He said that he had prepared a secret weapon for their team at Christmas, which made her very excited. She Her teammates had arrived at the place they had agreed upon. Malfoy said that he had a little trouble at school and would rush over later, so she herself decided to stay with him.

"Quickly, we will be able to leave after this meal. It is not convenient for us to fill our stomachs during the trip." Malfoy explained.

"Don't get too excited, this is a special training at the expense of your vacation. You have to be prepared to endure hardship." Malfoy added.

"As long as you can win the championship, everything is fine." Pansy's eyes were bright.

"They certainly didn't know that you now have the most advanced broom in the world." Ron couldn't help but want to laugh when he heard their conversation, so he gathered Harry's ears and said in a low voice. "This is definitely a secret weapon they never thought of."

"It depends on us in the end." Harry said, but his expression still betrayed his inner happiness. He was looking forward to the surprise of the Slytherin players.

It's just that due to the round-robin system, they will not meet the Slytherin team anymore in this Quidditch Cup, which makes Harry somewhat disappointed.

"By the way, why didn't you let me go to Hogsmeade last time? You left me alone at school?" Pansy asked suddenly. There was a little dissatisfaction in his tone, and the happy mood immediately changed due to the "special training" just now, and the weather turned overcast.

"This is just a small punishment for your last drink. It's better to drink this kind of drink at your age." While talking, Malfoy handed her a cup of honey tea.

"Oh, okay." She took it with her lips, but didn't drink a sip.

"This sausage tastes good, isn't it?" This was Dumbledore's voice, and he was asking about Malfoy who was sitting beside him with concern.

"Of course, Professor." Malfoy nodded politely, then took a plate full of sausages that Dumbledore handed him.

Just then, the door of the hall opened. Professor Trelawney came in, and she slid towards everyone, as if standing on a wheel. To celebrate Christmas, she wore a green dress decorated with small metal discs, which made her look more like a bright oversized dragonfly.

"Sybil, it's so happy that you are here," Dumbledore said, getting up to meet her.

But just as he was about to stand up, a loud bark suddenly sounded from under the table.

"Scaly, what's the matter with you." Scaly, who was hiding in Ron's arms, suddenly jumped out, leaped into the air, and ran unreasonably on the table full of plates, rushing from left to right, as if there was something behind him. Like a life-defying ghost, many plates were overturned on the table, and there was a ping-pong-pong-pong glass crashing, and some people with bad luck fell directly to the ground, smashed to pieces, and made a squeaking sound.

Finally, it jumped off the dining table and didn't know where it went.

"Don't look at me." Hermione spread her hands, sighed and said, "For this mouse, Crookshanks have been locked in my dormitory." Ron looked at Hebrew almost immediately. Min, Hermione explained.

"You won't even be indistinguishable from the barking of cats and dogs." Hermione then said helplessly.

"This is the first time I saw a rat being so scared by the barking of dogs. Shouldn't the rat be afraid of cats? The Weasley family pets are really unusual." Pansy chuckled. .

"You!" Ron glared at Pansy, but had no time to argue with her.

"It's a lively pet." Dumbledore said with a smile, twisting his beard, and was interrupted by the barking of the dog, but he didn't continue to stand up to greet him, and continued to sit.

"Weasley, it looks like your two brothers have made another prank." Malfoy bent down, glanced at the leg of the table, then reached out and pulled out a scarlet belt. And with some striped speakers.

"Let's see." Malfoy poked the horn again, and now it was the cat's lazy "meow" cry.

"The two troublemakers are not even at Christmas." Filch's face was as black as charcoal.

"It's better to be festive for the holidays, but I think it's good." Dumbledore was still happy, and even reached out his hand to pick up the horn and pressed it.

"Quack quack."

The sound of ducks came again.

"Look, it's funny. It reminds me of their roar letter from last semester." Dumbledore said while playing with the horn.

"Oh, Sybil, why don't you still come, there is still an empty seat here." Dumbledore beckoned to Professor Trelawney again.

"Principal, I have been watching the crystal ball," Professor Trelawney said, using her most vague and remote voice. "What surprised me was that I saw myself abandon my own use Lunch, come to your dinner. Who am I, how can I refuse the urge of fate? I immediately walked out of my building, and I sincerely ask you to forgive me for being late..."

"Of course. Of course," Dumbledore said, eyes bright, "Let me get you a chair—"

Sure enough, he used his magic wand to pull a chair in mid-air, and the chair turned in mid-air for a few seconds before making a dull noise and falling between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall. However, Professor Trelawney did not sit down, her big eyes kept looking all over the table, and suddenly she let out a low scream.

"I don’t dare, Principal! If I sit down, there will be thirteen people at a table! Nothing is more unlucky than thirteen! Never forget that if 13 people eat together, the first one after a meal The one who stands up will be the first to die!"

"We are willing to take the risk, Sybil." Professor McGonagall said impatiently. "Sit down, the turkey is going to be as cold as a rock."

"No, I can go now." Malfoy stood up. "To be honest, I'm full, now I have to pack our luggage. Let's meet at the door in two hours, Pansy." Malfoy followed Pansy, leaning on the chair.

"Everyone~IndoMTL.com~Please enjoy it slowly." He said politely.

"Now I'm leaving, you don't have to worry if you join exactly twelve more people, right, professor?" Malfoy walked over to Professor Trelawney and whispered.

"It makes me feel like I drove you away." Professor Trelawney muttered, and then sat on the empty chair, the expression on her face relaxed a lot.

"Of course not." Malfoy smiled, then turned and walked quickly towards the exit of the auditorium.

"Let's go on." Dumbledore raised the glass in front of him and said to the crowd.

So the students and teachers at the table began to enjoy the delicacy in front of them again, but Ron looked at the exit with worry from time to time, and was still worried about his pet rat.

"So it seems, the mouse should be the first to leave the table, right?"

"You are the thirteenth person, Peter." Malfoy sighed as he was about to step out of the door. (To be continued.)