Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 336: One more contact

Time passed in a blink of an eye, the weather gradually became colder, Hogwarts had its first snow this year, and the whole school was white.

This also means that Christmas is coming, and the whole Hogwarts is filled with a joyous atmosphere.

After all, most of them are students, and the holidays are coming, so it is a happy thing to say.

Every time at this time, many magnificent decorations will be added up and down the Hogwarts castle.

The auditorium is magnificent and magnificent. The walls are covered with hanging ribbons made of mistletoe and holly. Twelve Christmas trees are everywhere in the corner of the room. There are also a little shining light on the trees. The candle, at a glance, knows that it has been enchanted.

The magic is not only here, but also the ceiling on the top of the auditorium. The transparent effect is like snowflakes floating in, and then when they are about to reach the students, they will suddenly disappear.

"Harry, can you lend me your invisibility cloak?" During lunch, Ron poked Harry on the shoulder.

"Huh?" Harry whispered, startled.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"Last week, didn't the old bat confiscated my golden snitch?"

Ron was distracted in the Potions class once, playing with the golden snitch in the Quidditch room, then he was confiscated by Snape and he was taught a lesson.

"I'm afraid not, the invisibility cloak is not with me right now." Harry shook his head.

Shortly after the end of the Goblet of Fire last year, Dumbledore approached him more than once.

"Harry, I may have to ask you for something." During the conversation in the principal's office, the old man suddenly made this request.

Harry didn't know what Dumbledore could ask of himself. He was already the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world. What could he ask for?

Dumbledore wants to borrow his invisibility cloak.

Of course Harry agreed.

He didn't even hesitate.

Never thought that Dumbledore would be greedy for his invisibility cloak.

After all, it was given to the old man as his father’s legacy, and then Dumbledore returned it to him as a Christmas gift in his first grade.

If you are really selfish, you don't need to pay it back at that time.

No one knows anyway.

Who would doubt Dumbledore's character?

"Okay." Ron's eyelids drooped, looking disappointed.

"Going to help them coolies again." Ron mumbled.

The toy business of the Weasley brothers nowadays is quite prosperous. Especially with certain theoretical support, the quality and characteristics have become more distinctive, and the supply of products has begun to exceed demand.

Of course, their little brother also helped a lot.

More than that, Ron, as the prefect, has to patrol and be responsible for dressing up Hogwarts.

There is still maintenance.

"Pippi, don't touch the ribbon, you finally hung it up!"

For example now. He could only put down the unfinished food on the plate, hurriedly stood up, and dealt with the puppies who like to make trouble.

Now he can understand Filch's mood somewhat.

As for Hermione, the fabric has improved so fast that it can now be distinguished whether she knits a hat or socks.

It can be said that it is a race against time. After eating lunch, I also use these free time.

If it was before, she might also ask about Harry's Occupational Process.

She didn't expect that Harry hadn't completely resisted Voldemort's invasion after mastering this technique, and even occasionally let it go.

He doesn't want to rely on the love between Qiu Zhang and Cedric to make himself jealous. The person full of jealousy doesn't seem to be him anymore.

He also wants more information.

He is starting now, not reconciled to passively defend.

Why did Voldemort want him to see these things?

So one night, he got his wish.

He fell asleep.

Harry saw a black-robed man standing in front of him respectfully, reporting something.

"Grindelwald? Duel? Interesting." The man said softly.

Harry's vision shrank a bit, he should have squinted his eyes.

What Harry couldn't see was that there were only two tiny gaps on Voldemort's face where the nose should have been, wrinkled, and then turned into two thin lines that ooze people.

A wonderful idea emerged from the heart of the Dark Lord.

Harry felt a sense of fulfilling satisfaction.

"After Christmas? That's really exciting. I'm going to give him a great gift." Voldemort's cold voice made people shudder, showing a grim smile.

The movements of the black-robed man became more respectful, as if he was about to kneel under the man's body. Harry desperately tried to see the man clearly, but it had no effect.

"Where is it?" Voldemort closed his eyes and pondered for a while, rubbing his long pale palms against the armrests of the chair, and then asked.

"No decision at this time."

The rubbing against the armrest turned into a slow tap, with a soft sound, pounding Harry's own chest.

The scene fell into a weird distortion, like a stone drifting over the water, making ripples, and a feeling of dizziness that turned around.

Harry woke up from his sleep, he fumbled to find the glasses on his bedside table, put them on, and took a few deep breaths.

"Grindelwald?" He chewed the name and remembered it.

Ron seemed to hear the movement, rolled over abruptly from the bed, and fell asleep again.

Harry calmed down and decided to tell Ron and Hermione about the dream again tomorrow.

At the weekend, the Gryffindor lounge looked as pleasant as before. The round room was filled with worn, loose and soft armchairs and shaky old table. There was a crackling fire in the fireplace, and many students reached out to the fire and rubbed their hands to keep warm.

In the place where the bookshelves were originally placed, an open space was opened up for their indoor Quidditch competition. According to George and Fred, they had the intention to hold an official competition.

A group of Gryffindor students are forming a circle, playing a fierce game.

"This is to gain popularity!" George said.

"Don't you think this is cool?" Fred answered.

They think about the future.

If he is in the mood, Harry will definitely join in, but now his mind is not on it.

He found Ron, who was writing a essay on the history of magic, and Hermione, who was weaving an elf hat, and gathered them at an old table.

"Do you know Grindelwald? Hermione?" he asked directly.

"Grindelwald? What did you suddenly ask him for?" Hermione's tone was astonished, and the pair of faint eyebrows curled up.

Crookshanks sensed the master's surprise, and his fat body dexterously turned over to the table and looked at its master with apricot eyes. The big pie face seemed to be angry.

"Grindelwald? Who is he?" Ron asked blankly.

Harry was almost the same, staring at Hermione with his emerald eyes widened.

Looking at Hermione's reaction, this should be a very famous person.

Hermione covered her forehead in pain, the expression was as if Professor McGonagall saw him use the Vanishing Curse on the mouse, but copied the mouse into several identical expressions.

"Don't worry, you let me think about it." Ron waved his hand quickly and searched.

"Voldemort's men?" He asked tentatively.

Hermione rolled her eyes again.

"The back of Dumbledore's Chocolate Frog Collection Card shows his deeds~IndoMTL.com~Hermione said lightly.

"It's him?" Ron just checked his seat at this time, then stumbled all the way up the stairs, and then quickly came down holding a dirty iron box.

"Found it!" Ron said excitedly.

He returned to his seat, waving the card in his hand.

Dumbledore was rubbing his long silver beard and smiling at them in the card.

"This is a dark wizard, I don't remember it well, it's normal, and just one or two lines of deeds about him?" Ron fought hard, trying to prove that his memory is not bad.

"I have too." Harry touched his trouser pocket, remembering the chocolate frog he had bought on the previous train. There was a card about Dumbledore in it, and he took it out and looked at it.

"Why is there no detailed introduction about him?" Ron asked.

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