Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 112: Think carefully
Harry's mood finally improved. Ω" hunting "WwΩW. ΩLieWen. Cc
Since the last time he played against Slytherin's Quidditch, he felt unlucky. He was spotted by the dementors and then fell off the broom during the game on the court.
Without the seeker, Gryffindor lost no suspense in the game. He felt that he was sorry for Wood’s expectations, and for his teammates, and even more sorry for him, because of their training. Seriously and hard.
There is something more saddening for him. The broomstick that has been with him for a long time-Guanglun 2ooo, the beaten willow was dismembered into many pieces of wood fragments, completely unable to recover.
He feels like he has lost a good friend. This broom carries so many good memories for him.
On the day he just woke up, Ron ran over again excitedly and told him that all the dementors had been removed, and Professor Dumbledore said that they would almost never appear again.
Harry was also very happy, but there was another feeling of sorrow. Because of this, his motivation to learn the Patronus Mantra suddenly disappeared.
He doesn't like to give up halfway, he still hopes to learn this spell from Lupin, even if the dementor no longer appears, he still has to try to overcome his inner fear.
Thinking of Professor Lupin, he recalled the days when Snape was substitute for them. It was boring, countless notes and homework, and boring. He always liked to put his greasy head on. , Lectures in the tone that makes the students drowsy, but no one dares not listen. He likes to find ways to deduct points for Gryffindor. As long as you lose your mind and want to doze off, he will Standing by your side very "coincidentally" said:
"You seem to have a good grasp, Potter, but this is not a reason for you to be distracted in class. Please answer my question." The tone was very gloomy.
Then Snape will deduct points for Gryffindor regardless of whether he can answer it or not.
What's more, he couldn't answer most of the time.
Also, the relationship between Hermione and Ron is still so bad. The two will always choose different moments to visit him. He now understands that when the relationship is at its worst, it is not when the two of them quarrel fiercely and shake the world. It was a cold war without saying a word to each other.
All these make him feel uncomfortable.
Today is the day he was discharged from the hospital, and their captain Wood finally brought him unexpected good news.
In the afternoon was the match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Slytherin was defeated. According to the audience, most of their players were absent-minded, not just the players, but even the same academy in the audience. The cheering of the students was feeble.
Slytherin lost, which means that their loss in the first game is still hopeful.
Like a ray of winter sun shining from the dense clouds, Harry's emotions rose and he was full of fighting spirit, even when facing a broom that he was completely unfamiliar with.
And it's broken, rotten, and old.
He can only choose to endure, he has to find time to choose a new broomstick.
The Christmas holiday is coming. Before that, the students can go to Hogsmeade again. Except for him, the other students are full of interest.
Just when he hugged and said goodbye to Ron, who was wearing a cloak and a scarf, and was about to walk down the marble staircase back to the Gryffindor Tower.
Brother Weasley appeared behind him and patted him gently on the shoulder.
"Harry, poor Harry." Fred looked at Harry sympathetically and shook his head.
"Sure enough, we still can't bear to look at you so lonely." George took the conversation.
"We actually hope you can stay in school quietly." Fred looked tangled.
"But I think you should have the final choice." George shrugged.
"What are you talking about?" Harry shook his head in confusion, looking at the twins in front of him.
"I just want to give you a Christmas present in advance." They said in unison again.
"Thank you." Harry nodded, and reached out to take the gift from George and Fred.
"You can go back to the bedroom and open it again." Fred looked at Harry and blinked at him.
"Yeah." Harry nodded. He hadn't figured out the purpose of the two before him until now. He was even guessing if it was another prank.
"Trust me, you will be pleasantly surprised." George said.
Harry thanked the two of them again, and then walked to his bedroom.
"Be careful, Harry." Fred and George shouted again when Harry was already some distance away from them.
Harry turned around and waved to them, indicating that he heard it.
"To be honest, Harry won't be in danger, right." Fred stabbed George in the shoulder with his elbow.
"Black didn't dare to show up. The school and Hogsmeade Street are now full of Aurors patrolling." George said lightly.
Soon Harry understood the meaning of what the twins said to him.
The gift is a hand-drawn map, hand-drawn obliquely, but it can also express what it wants to express.
This is a map leading to Hogsmeade, and it is also marked with precautions when leading to the secret passage.
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When Harry finally appeared in front of Hermione, Hermione grew her mouth and looked at him blankly, as if she had seen a ghost.
"Oh my God, Harry, why did you come here, did your uncle want to sign it for you? Even said they would still sign the form and send it to you in an owl?" Hermione's The face was full of astonishment.
"I ran out secretly." Harry lowered his voice.
Now he sniffed his nose and smelled a **** smell, which made him uncomfortable. He couldn't help but look up and saw a sign hanging on it that read: "Unusual taste."
Afterwards, he and Hermione reached a darker corner and began to talk about themselves.
"Did Ron’s two brothers want to kill you?" Hermione took a deep breath~IndoMTL.com~ could not help but complain, and then seemed to think of something: "You mean the map? Is there a way? Is the secret road to here?" she asked.
Hermione paused as soon as she asked, and a memory she didn't want to remember began to emerge from her mind.
"Yeah." Harry nodded, unaware of Hermione's abnormality, "It came from Honey Duke's cellar. There is a one-eyed witch next to a classroom on the fourth floor, behind which is the secret road." He says.
"Oh." Hermione, who was still excited just now, became a little absent-minded, but simply responded.
She hates to think of her violation of school rules.
There may be other deeper reasons.
"Is Ron not with you?" Harry regretted as soon as he spoke, because he saw that Hermione's face was covered with frost again, as cold as snowflakes floating outside the window.
"He?" Hermione raised her nice eyebrows. "Maybe she is still sipping her beer in front of the wine table, looking at the proprietress of a bar obsessively." She said sarcastically. (To be continued.)