Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 370: The useless gift of Poetry Bidou

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The weather is getting colder and getting colder. In the Gryffindor lounge, the lights are bright, and the slightly warm light covers almost every corner of the room, close to the wall of the fireplace, red flames The burning raging, warmed the whole room, extremely warm.

Several backrest seats with scarlet cushions are placed together. In the middle is a small coffee table with a light red teapot with a long mouth, and a very thin and light book next to it. The book, with its yellowed cover, even makes people feel that there is no need to bind them into a book.

"Meow." Crookshanks yelled, especially in the quiet lounge.

Hermione looked away from the book she was holding.

Her pet cat, at this moment, was quietly curled up in the bamboo basket next to the fireplace. The whole cat shrank into a ball, with its head buried in its own fur, and its ears were drooping, only showing Those few rubs of soft and fluffy yellow hair, at first glance, I don't know who thought it was whose scarf fell here.

It yawned dazedly, then squinted its eyes again, and fell asleep lazily.

Its owner, Hermione Granger, was leaning on the floppy seat at this time, spreading a book on his knees, and looking back at his book again.

A few brown curly hairs hung in front of her forehead, covering her sight. She stared at the book for a while, and then moved a little messy hair that blocked her sight behind her ears.

Dumbledore left her "relics" are two books, one is the "The Poem and Pedou" she is holding now, and the other is "The Bard," which is placed on the coffee table. Lun’s Insights.

The former is relatively complete, while the latter seems to be only a few torn pages.

After a brief suspension of classes, after the resumption of classes, the weekend soon came again.

She was reading these "relics" patiently in the afternoon this weekend, hoping to get some information and hints from the principal from the public.

But almost the entire afternoon was gone, and Hermione didn't get any useful clues from it.

It made her feel a little irritable and anxious inexplicably.

The figure that pulled her into the cabinet cast a deep shadow on her heart.

What kind of conspiracy might Voldemort have?

Of course, if she changes to the past, she will not read books with utilitarian purposes.

Or gaining knowledge or getting pastime, that is already the biggest goal, but it is obviously different for Hermione now.

Professor Dumbledore will not do something meaningless.

But Hermione tried her best, and she didn't see what Dumbledore wanted to express, or hoped to convey some hints to her through this collection of stories.

What these little fables tell you is nothing more than some truth in life.

"The Witcher and the Jumping Pot" tells everyone that they should help others and help everyone around them.

"The Fountain of Good Luck" shows that everyone has misfortune, but as long as you work hard to pursue happiness, you will find your own luck in the end.

The ending of "The Witch's Hairy Heart" appeals that the beauty of everyone's soul is far more important than wealth and status, and the care of family members and the care of lovers are the best medicine to soothe the soul.

The fourth story "Babiti and the Stump" is about a clever and upright witch who fights against a liar sorcerer.

A series of readings, as a pastime in the afternoon, is a great thing.

Hermione has to admit that these short stories are actually quite interesting and meaningful.

But if you can find a clue to fight Voldemort through it, you really have no clue.

She looked around, then wrapped the scarf around her neck a little tighter, rubbed her palms. For some reason, the heat of the fireplace seemed to weaken a little, and the warm environment lowered the temperature a little, so she waved Wave the magic wand.

"The blanket is flying!"

As soon as the voice fell, a blanket embroidered with a lion pattern, with light red and yellow lace intertwined, knocked open the door, and flew out of the girls’ dormitory quickly, bringing a gust of wind, and the blanket body was trembling. , Like a wave swaying, erected along the stairs, dashing all the way down.

Crookshanks, who was asleep by the fireplace, heard the noise, opened his eyes keenly, and immediately raised his head vigilantly, looking around, and after confirming that there was no danger, he used his paws Scratching his face and crawling back, the pointed yellow hair quickly softened.

Continue to sleep.

In the end, the blanket floated on her knees.

Hermione felt warm again.

She took a breath and decided to continue reading.

Harry and Ron are not here for the time being. They have gone to the library. They are going to study how to find the secret of the "relic" they obtained.

The three will meet again to exchange their experiences.

Hermione raised her hand and turned over the latest page of "The Story of Poetry and Pedou," which is also the last story in the book.

The first line of words began to catch her eye.

There used to be three brothers, at dawn...

The **** of death folded one from the river...

This story made her a little excited, even subconsciously squeezing some crunchy pages.

The old magic wand, invisibility cloak, resurrection stone, deathly hallows, are these the key to solving Voldemort?

But she was a bit lost after reading it. She didn't know where the resurrection stone was. The old wand was in Voldemort's hand. The only clue was Harry's invisibility cloak.

Wait, she will find time to ask Harry about his invisibility cloak,

Next, she exchanged the book on the coffee table with the book in her hand.

Now I put it in my hand, which is "The Collection of Bard Allen's Experiences". Although it looks a bit old, when I get it in my hand, there is still a faint smell of ink coming out~IndoMTL.com~ Open Such a sentence popped out on the title page.

"Lucky readers, it is an honor for you to be able to read this story."

"Fighting with the evil dragon for too long, and becoming an evil dragon myself, the story I want to tell today is also the last story I have seen and heard, and it is related to the evil dragon."

"The actual content of the story has nothing to do with the first sentence I just said. It was just what I said casually, just to reflect the depth of the story.?"

This is a real collection of insights, rather than a formal preaching book. Compared with "The Story of Poetry and Pedou", it has a fine binding and even has a cover sewn with gold thread. This book is too cheap A bit.

A burst of faint silver smoke ran out of the book, and the image of a hippie smiling wizard emerged. Hermione had to raise her head and look in front of her. The wizard was wearing a loose sapphire robe with a Wearing a tattered hat with a piece of withered grass in his mouth, he stuck his wand around his waist in a daunting manner, and then the cloud of smoke dissipated quickly.

She slowly turned her eyes back to the book.