Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 319: Start teaching

"You come with me, I need to ask you something." Hermione said with a serious face.

Then Harry followed Hermione to a wooden table with a golden-red blanket in the corner, and sat down in an armchair that was somewhat tattered but soft and comfortable.

Hermione also sat down, took a deep breath, looked around carefully, made sure there was no one around, and then asked.

"Harry, you tell me, do you often connect to Voldemort's thoughts?" Hermione lowered her voice and asked seriously, this question that has already been answered in Dumbledore's place.

Harry was taken aback and was silent for a while, perhaps hesitating, but finally nodded heavily.

"It lasted a long time, didn't it?" Hermione asked next.

Harry buried his head and recalled that shortly after he participated in the Goblet of Fire, the frequency of scar pain became more frequent and the pain felt more intense.

"He can observe others through your perspective, and maybe you can also share his perspective. This obviously does more harm than good. Voldemort has no scruples, but you do." Hermione began to analyze.

"The ideal state is that you can make a decent resistance when he tries to invade your brain and prevent him from acting recklessly." The girl continued.

"The principal entrusted this task to me." Hermione said quickly.

"Why did you teach me?" Harry looked at Hermione with some suspicion. This was really abnormal. She was a student who came to teach herself, and she always felt something was wrong.

"Professor Dumbledore originally chose Professor Snape. If he came to teach you, guess how you would learn?" Hermione said lightly.

A visceral disgust suddenly appeared on Harry's face. God knows how the man would teach him to learn.

He would poke his forehead with a magic wand, insult him, and vent his anger against his father.

"Are all the people in Gryffindor you stupid? You should cut your brain apart and stir it with a magic wand, poke it, maybe that rigid brain would be better Use some."

Snape's harsh and vicious words Harry could completely imagine, and it hurt even more.

"According to Professor Dumbledore, Snape's psychic technique was so superb that he could even conceal Voldemort's psychic." Hermione hesitated for a while, and still told Harry this fact.

"No matter how good he is, it has nothing to do with me!" Harry said grimly, his emotions gradually getting agitated.

"He guessed this situation, so he could only let me help you. Even if the teacher is great and the students resist, it will be of no effect. Just look at your potions class result." Hermione sighed. .

"Actually, that subject is not difficult." Hermione shrugged. It was obvious that the Potions class was not under her words. Even if Snape hated all Gryffindors, he was so critical and critical. Can't stop her from getting good.

Harry nodded in agreement.

"We have to go to another place to practice." Hermione looked around and heard the door of the Gryffindor lounge ringing, and it was estimated that someone had come in.

It's obviously not a good place to practice. There are many people and eyes.

To this day, you can only sacrifice your lunch break.

"I know a place." Harry said, "George and Fred often engage in their prank experiments there. They discovered it last year."

"That's right." Hermione nodded.

The two left the lounge and quickly shuttled across the floor.

Harry walked ahead, Hermione followed.

Hermione saw Harry walking in front, her body suddenly stagnated.

"Hello, Potter?" Cedric beckoned to Harry, and they met on the third floor of the castle, in the aisle in front of the memorial cup showroom.

Behind Cedric is his girlfriend, Ravenclaw’s Qiu Zhang, she has beautiful, smooth black hair, and an oriental elegant mysterious temperament, and the little bird is snuggling next to him. Seeing Harry walking in front of him, he straightened his robe immediately. Released the hand holding Cedric, and greeted them.

She is still not used to showing such affection with her boyfriend in front of others.

"Harry? Who is it?" Hermione shouted behind him.

"Harry?" Hermione behind her tone became more serious. It was only then that Harry came back to his senses and helped his own frame, as if waking up from a dream.

"Sorry, I'm a little lost." He apologized.

"Oh? And Granger? Where are you two going..." Cedric saw the girl behind Harry and wanted to continue questioning, but was pulled by the girl behind him again.

"We still have something to leave." Qiu Zhang said with a smile at the two of them, and then left with Cedric, walking and biting his ears with him.

Leave Harry who was lost in place.

How much he wants to say a few more words with that girl, but she is so intimate with her boyfriend.

Maybe you have misunderstood something?

"Let's go." Hermione felt that this was just a very simple encounter, and had not noticed the unusually stiff steps under Harry's feet.

Then the two quickly walked to the eighth floor of the castle.

There is a tapestry hanging on the wall, and the troll is holding an iron rod to beat the silly Barnabas. After they came, the moth-eaten troll stopped beating the ballet teacher and turned to stare at them, ha Li hovered three times in front of the wall, meditating in his heart, a very smooth door gradually appeared and opened.

The two walked in one after another.

The sight of the two is a huge room

There is a sliding wooden bookshelf beside the wall. There are no chairs on the floor, but there are large satin cushions. On the shelf at the other end of the room are spectacles, secret detectors and other instruments.

But it looked like a waste~IndoMTL.com~ Harry even recognized that those things were used by fake Moody.

If you change to the usual, Hermione will definitely take a closer look here, look up the information and read the school history, find some corresponding explanations, but there is not much time today.

"Okay Harry, let me make a long story short, our time is precious." Hermione started decisively.

She moved a few books from a row of old bookshelves and stacked them as chairs.

A blackboard was conjured from nowhere, floating steadily in front of Harry.

I used the magic wand as a pointer, knocked on it, making a dull noise.

She looks serious, with a teacher's temperament.

"Professor Dumbledore wants you to stop dreaming about Voldemort."

"Voldemort is very good at mind reading. As the name suggests, he will extract feelings and memories from your brain, in other words, mind reading."