Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 415: Declare war

"Malfoy must have taken Hermione away. This is not the first time he has done this kind of hostage-taking thing!"

"That's the conspiracy of the mysterious man, he wants to use Hermione to blackmail us!"

Ron angrily chopped the weeds around the field with a sickle, venting his anger.

"Professor McGonagall finally had a little time to wake up. He fainted again after hearing the news." Harry said angrily, slashing the swaying weeds with a sickle as hard as Ron.

Harry and Ron have also seen Hagrid now. Hagrid has planted many strange-looking plants around their house. They are sharp and jagged, which will cut their hands if they are not careful. In addition, there is another one. The characteristic is obvious, that is, it grows quickly.

They are weeding Hagrid now. These weird grasses have some very strange qualities. They are crooked and twisted like seaweed. If they are dealt with with magic, they will grow wild.

"I think we feel sick when we eat this stuff every day."

"It's worse than the treatment I received at my uncle's house." Harry reluctantly joked and smiled stiffly.

"Okay, almost done, Harry, Ron." Hagrid came from behind them with a wooden barrel on his broad shoulders and a bow and arrows on his back.

The barrel is almost empty, but it still emits a sweet smell. This is Hagrid's special feed. He went to feed his cute little ones just now.

As Voldemort's sphere of influence expanded, the operation of Hogwarts became more and more difficult.

Even the food has to start to solve it by itself.

There are no ready-made ingredients such as beef, chicken, flour, etc. You must raise them yourself.

Of course, if the feeding cycle is the same as that of Muggles, Voldemort may be able to see the bodies of a group of starving wizards.

Hagrid collaborated with Professor Sprout in the herbal medicine class to find a way to solve the current food problem and find some substitutes that can eat well.

"Come in and sit, it's cold now." Hagrid beckoned to the two of them, and said loudly, walking up the steps and pushing open the wooden door of his house.

The cold wind swishes in.

Harry and Ron shivered, trembling, crossed the threshold, moved a stool, and sat next to the charcoal fire. They didn't notice when they were exercising, stopped, and felt a lot colder.

"Hurry up and close the door." Hagrid waved his hand.

"Come on, let the fire."

"Don't worry, Hermione will be fine." Hagrid sat on his bed and put his hand in front of the charcoal fire, comfortingly said.

Rounding around the fire, remembering the moment they discovered Hermione was missing.

In the beginning, the students staying in the classroom just guessed that the teacher was late, but later, they realized something was wrong, and as time went by.

One lesson, half a day, one day, one week...

The news of the two missing soon spread.

The answer is becoming more and more obvious, like the tip of an iceberg is gradually being lost.

Someone became a traitor again and held Hermione hostage.

It may be that Hermione happened to break his behavior, or it may be that he was going to complete Voldemort's conspiracy, they even had the worst guess.

Compared to this guess, the hijacking is a very good result, they don’t want to think about it

The atmosphere at Hogwarts is getting dull.

During this period, even Luna's previous "heartlessness" look a little restrained.

Of course, she is still the most relaxed, after all, she knows that Dumbledore is still alive, that is the greatest confidence.

It's just that the worry about Hermione can't help but gain the upper hand.

But I feel telling her that I should have done a good thing.

Luna never feels wrong.

The girl is so confident, and Bitterlawney’s prediction is much more accurate.

The impact on other students is even more intuitive.

That is, the dishes in the auditorium are getting more and more unpalatable.

No matter how good the craftsmanship of the house-raised elves is, they cannot change the poor fleshy quality and Hagrid's cold weeds born under these conditions.

It was another ordinary morning, just when the students were trying to stuff these unpalatable dishes into their stomachs.

Suddenly many owls flew into the auditorium. They have black feathers and strong wings, flapping their wings. The students looked at the situation in surprise.

Hogwarts did not receive the letter for many days because it was blocked.

This group of owls loosened their claws, and hundreds of letters were scattered in the air.

"Don't touch it!" Ron stood up, at the same time there were several prefects.

He saw that some students in the lower grades still wanted to touch them with their hands, and hurriedly stopped them. These envelopes exploded quickly, and the dark green smoke rose up, twisting and converging to the center of the auditorium.

"Your only two choices are loyal surrender or ugly death."

—Voldemort. "

The smoke gathered into a commanding command.

"Cover your mouths now!" An old and majestic voice suddenly came from the rostrum.

"Professor McGonagall?" The student's eyes froze.

The old lady was wearing a black robe and a dark green top hat on her head, with a solemn expression.

"The whirlwind swept away!" She raised her wand high, and cast out the spell coldly.

With a loud shout, the smoke passed through the door and was swept outside the auditorium

Professor McGonagall walked to the main guest table and looked at the students present, with the same indifferent expression, but her eyes were full of love. She cleared her throat and placed her wand on the wooden table in front of her.

"The Dark Lord has officially declared war on us." Professor McGonagall's voice was so serious, and the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes became deeper.

"I know that you will be nervous and fearful, and so will I."

"There is nothing to be ashamed of~IndoMTL.com~ but what I know better is that you can overcome it. You are students at Hogwarts. You will definitely not shame the school, but be proud of it."

"Also..." Professor McGonagall changed the subject.

"In a way, we want to thank him. You missed the final exam, didn't you?"

"This semester, all of your subjects are full marks." Professor McGonagall began to applaud, followed by applause from the students.

She showed a slight smile, humorously alleviating the slightly panic atmosphere

It’s just that when she slowly walked off the main guest seat, turned and walked into the cabin on one side, facing the dark stone wall, Professor McGonagall’s eye sockets were a little moist, shrunken and wrinkled with her. Right hand, wiped the corner of his eye.

She doesn't know how many people will die in the future. She was holding on to everyone just now. She looked very energetic and boosted her morale.

Otherwise, falling asleep again is a big blow to morale.