Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 358: Relics

At this moment, in Dumbledore's office on the upper floors of the castle, among a humble birch cabinet.

Hermione’s consciousness gradually recovered, and she woke up from her drowsiness, and found that she was completely dark in front of her. She wanted to stand up, but found that her hands and feet were all **** with thick twine, and her wand was not even aware Where did it go.

She was leaning on a solid, cold wooden board behind her, as if she was in the corner of the cabinet, the gap in the cabinet door was hidden, she tried her best to lift her head, and only then did she vaguely see a faint light from it. Show through.

There was a panic in her heart, but she still forced herself to calm down.

"We have to notify the school teachers as soon as possible...This student is in danger!" This seemed to be the voice of the rich woman in the portrait.

"How to tell, we are just a painting!" Black's ancestor Phineas said grumpily.

Across the wooden door, she seemed to hear the violent quarrels of the portraits.

But as they said, they are just portraits, and they don't have the ability to get out of it.

We can only rely on ourselves for everything.

Hermione tried to untie her restraint. To her a bit of joy, the rope seemed to be a slip knot and was not tied tightly. She fumbled and successfully untie the restraint without relying on magic.

Just when she was about to get up.

The closed cabinet door creaked, and a brighter light came in.

She had a heartbeat, and without much thought, her body responded subconsciously, even without a magic wand.

You must act first, even if you lose your wand, you can't catch it with your hands.

He slammed a punch forward, and then found that his fist seemed to hit something.

The whole person also lost his balance and broke through the cabinet door.

Although subconsciously noticed something was wrong, there was no way to regret it.

She only heard a scream of "Ah!", and then Hermione used the light of the crystal pendant above her head to see the situation clearly-Ron clutched his nose, stumbled back a few steps, and then ran into the office behind him On the table.

"Ron?" she exclaimed, jumping out of the cabinet.

I felt dizzy, and hurriedly supported the cabinet to stabilize my body.

Sweeping away, he saw Harry's figure, and he seemed to rush in from the door of the office.

"Ron? What's wrong with you?" Harry saw this and hurried to Ron's eyes and asked with concern.

"Also, Hermione, are you okay?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief at this time, raised his head, and saw Hermione.

"It's okay." Hermione calmed down, then put a reassuring smile on her face.

Crookshanks at her feet rushed into her arms, rubbing against her, as if she was asking for credit.

This fat, ginger-yellow cat came all the way, panting, for fear that his owner might encounter some terrible danger.

I have to say that the sense of smell is better than a dog's nose.

"Sorry," she said to Ron.

"I thought you were the intruder...just..." she said embarrassedly.

"Really someone broke into Hogwarts?" Ron asked hurriedly without noticing Hermione's apology, and ignoring the sharp pain from the bridge of his nose.

"I think so." Hermione nodded.

"Then you have to look for something that is missing!" Not far from them, two portraits hung on the wall urged in unison.

The three of them gave each other a tacit glance at this moment.

"Professor's Relic!"

They became nervous immediately, and then quickly bypassed the soft chairs and approached Dumbledore's desk.

Only then did they see three boxes neatly arranged from left to right on Dumbledore's table.

Perhaps it was placed a long time ago.

Has he anticipated that he would have an accident one day?

The three of them thought of it together.

For a while, I forgot what I was worried about.

A piece of parchment under the box at the far right is exposed.

Hermione pulled it out, and slowly read the black text on it, which read--"I, Albus Percival Woolfrick Bryan Dumbledore... If I had an accident and died unfortunately, most of my inheritance would be donated to Hogwarts for teaching expenses, and a small part of my personal belongings would be distributed and donated by my wishes..."

"The first item-my light extinguisher will be left to Ron Billiers Weasley. I hope he will remember me when he uses it. It is the leftmost box."

Ron reluctantly opened the box in front of him with one hand, and raised the thing that looked like a silver lighter, but in fact, it only needs a flick to absorb all the lights in a place. Go, then light up again.

Ron clutched his nose and put the light extinguisher away.

He tried to play it, and the light on the ceiling went out.

"My "The Collection of Poetry Stories" and "The Collection of Bard Allen's Insights" are reserved for Miss Hermione Jane Granger. I hope she will find these two books interesting and instructive~IndoMTL .com~Hermione also turned the book and looked. She guessed that there might be something Dumbledore wanted to tell her in these two books, and there are hidden clues.

"I left Harry Potter with the golden snitch he caught during his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts to remind him of the rewards of perseverance and skill."

"There are also three bottles of phoenix tears and white fresh fragrance mixed healing potions, one small bottle for each, I hope you can use it properly and protect yourself when you are injured."

"Of course, this is not partiality, because I guess that you will encounter more difficult challenges than ordinary people in the future."

Harry hadn't had time to guess what Dumbledore meant, and watched the golden snitch in his hand.

I heard the sound of stepping outside the door again, and someone came upstairs.

All three of them clenched their wands, then released them again.

"Granger, are you okay?"

Professor McGonagall appeared at the door, almost immediately saw the destroyed cabinet, and then asked.

"I have something." Ron covered his nose again and said urnly.

At this moment, Hermione suddenly remembered the accident that happened just now.

"Professor McGonagall, an outsider invaded Hogwarts before I went into the office."

"He knocked me out," Hermione said clearly.

Professor McGonagall's brows frowned more tightly.

"Is there something missing?"

Since it hasn't appeared until now, and Hermione has not been cruelly dealt with, maybe it is a thief who is simply seeking money?

Professor McGonagall inferred.

"It seems that there is no such thing. The relics left to us on the list of Professor Dumbledore's will are still here. There is no omission."

"No, there may still be something missing." Harry muttered a little depressed as if he had thought of something suddenly.