Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 337: Dreamland

"This is the notorious dark wizard, so why haven't you seen Voldemort's card? That's because it's already a household name." Hermione slowly explained.

"Gellert Grindelwald, born approximately in 1882, is considered one of the most powerful dark wizards in history. Until Voldemort appeared, the name of the Dark Lord was no longer exclusive to him." Min said slowly.

"There is also a saying that he is Voldemort and his successor."

"His power swept almost the entire continent of Europe, but never involved the United Kingdom. Perhaps he was defeated by Dumbledore before his ambition reached that level."

"He was imprisoned in Neumongad, a prison as famous as Azkaban."

Hermione recites the information like an endorsement.

Then her smart brown eyes looked at Harry suddenly, making him uncomfortable.

"You just looked like you didn't know anything about him, but why did you suddenly ask?"

Hermione has a keen sense.

Harry's speech is choked up, he can't say that he has connected with Voldemort's perception again.

Hermione quickly concluded, and then her face changed sharply.

"Are you connected to Voldemort's thoughts again?" she lowered her voice and asked anxiously.

Harry nodded stiffly.

"Don't believe it, it may be Voldemort's conspiracy." Hermione frowned, admonishing.

"Also, if Grindelwald escapes from prison, why is there no report? He should still be locked up at the highest level in Newmondgard." Hermione questioned, this is the biggest loophole.

In the end, Harry didn't reveal any more information. He uttered the word "duel". He didn't know who Voldemort called the "duel".

"If he does get out of prison, he will probably join forces with Voldemort." Hermione slowly scratched the needle and thread on the wooden table, lost in thought.

I have to say that Hermione’s predictive ability is really good.

Perhaps Professor Trelawney is misleading.

Then on Monday morning, all the students were having breakfast in the auditorium.

At least hundreds of owls flew in from outside.

Hovering in the auditorium, looking for someone to deliver.

Because Christmas is approaching, many parents send gifts in advance.

Hermione caught a large package containing a gift prepared by the Grangers for her.

Her favorite set of encyclopedias.

Hagrid also sent her a gift. It was a quill pen made of animal tail feathers. It was quite smooth and dazzling. When writing, there would be a faint blue spark on the tail. It was handsome Extremely.

The most surprising thing is that there is also a "Daily Prophet".

"Do you have both?" Hermione watched as Ron and Harry also pulled out a newspaper from the bottom of the package.

Hermione guessed that this might be one of their promotional methods.

To be honest, Hermione doesn't have a good impression of this newspaper. Before, Rita Skeeter distorted the facts and arranged a lot of her lace news in this newspaper.

Just out of habit, she subconsciously opened the newspaper.

A row of bold black fonts caught her eye.

"The scandal of the German Ministry of Magic."

"The most feared Dark Lord ever, Grindelwald, successfully escaped from the top of Newmontgard, and it is said that this is the news a few months ago."

"In other words, he may have regained power now."

"We have no way of knowing his movements, and we also condemn the ostrich behavior of the German Ministry of Magic, blocking the news and deceiving the crowd."

"People are floating, shirk responsibility"

An Auror who did not want to be named said: "Grindelwald's power is far less than before, just a bad old man, I hope everyone will not panic."

"But we don't believe this one-sided statement. We have every reason to speculate that this old man may once again set off a **** storm."

"If the mysterious man and Grindelwald join forces, what kind of disaster will it bring to the wizarding world?"

……

In short, Grindelwald described Grindelwald as it should be on a large scale.

Hermione's face is a little sullen, she would rather her previous words be nonsense.

This is not good news for anyone.

In this way, Harry's words are a little more credible.

Hermione immediately turned her gaze to Harry.

After a short whisper.

"Duel?" Hermione repeated.

Only this time Harry had confided everything he heard.

"Who did a duel with whom?" Hermione muttered to herself, gently fluffing her curly brunette hair, lost in thought.

When everyone is enjoying the Christmas atmosphere, she is not in a relaxed mood.

Night fell soon.

Under deliberate relaxation, Harry now dreams of wandering in the hallway almost every night, walking towards the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, and finally standing longingly in front of the black door.

The black door was getting bigger and bigger. He ran so fast that he almost ran into it. Just a few steps away, he saw the faint blue light again—the door suddenly opened! He finally entered, a round room with black walls and a black floor, candles with blue flames, and several doors around—

Then he didn't wake up.

The scene was distorted again and changed abruptly.

What caught his eyes was an ugly woman who was sitting at an elegant desk, working at her desk.

Dolores Umbridge.

Even though this was only the second time Harry saw this woman, he was still impressed.

In this office, vanilla and white tabby cat decorations are hung everywhere. This girly accessory is simply incompatible with this ugly woman.

"Oh, come and think about it for me, how to deal with this." Umbridge saw someone push the door in, with a surprised expression on his face.

She said briskly, and then handed Voldemort a roll of parchment.

Voldemort's face quickly showed a grim smile, which was inconsistent with his elegant and pale face.

He was pleasantly surprised.

The thing that Umbridge is having a headache is exactly what Voldemort longs to know.

The place of the duel.

This is Grindelwald's battle book, and it is also a battle book against Dumbledore.

"It's better to decide what to do at the Ministry of Magic." Voldemort gave a reassuring smile.

When he saw Umbridge, he used his youthful appearance. At that time, he had not been disfigured by black magic. This kind of magic similar to Disguise Magnus was not difficult for him. .

His appearance is inherited from his father, which makes people unconsciously trust.

A handsome face~IndoMTL.com~ is enough to make people close.

This world is so cruel.

Umbridge never seemed to care how this man got in.

"No, the two of them will remove this one." Umbridge's thick lips trembled.

"You have to know that after you handle this matter for Germany, your reputation will rise again. No one is your political enemy, Rufus Scrimgeour, but you still don’t know exactly where you are. Give up."

Voldemort magnified Umbridge's fear.

"Okay, that's it." Umbridge's hands trembled, but there was a smile of joy on his face, as if he had been intoxicated in the illusion of complete power.

She took the quill pen and began to write on the parchment.

The torrent of destiny began to converge in this way, and few people know where it will go. 10