Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 387: The current situation is turbulent

For everyone, holidays are not necessarily fun, but at least not too boring.

Especially when Harry has the right to use the TV set in Aunt Petunia’s house.

The family is going out today to visit a business partner.

As juvenile offenders of the "St. Bruce Safety Center", they are not qualified to go with them in such "family" activities.

So he can now lean back lazily on the sofa, changing TV shows boredly.

He doesn't have to be forced by Dudley to watch stupid football games.

Only now is his most free time in this family.

But there will be no broadcast of the Quidditch game, and there will be no concert by the Weird Sisters.

He randomly tuned to a sports channel, the voice of the commentator was screaming, a football match seemed to have another goal, the boy's eyes were cast on the screen, but his mind was still cranky.

He couldn't help but recall the great changes that took place last school year

Dumbledore just left them?

He still can't believe it when he thinks about it now.

There is an inexplicable sense of illusion,

The old man may click on the door at any time, dragging the gorgeous golden and purple robes, and slowly pushing the door in, with a smile on his face, telling him to go to the Florin cold drink shop in Diagon Alley. Eat desserts.

Unrealistic fantasy.

Just when he was dreaming about it.

Suddenly, there was another tearing pain in the brain, like a wooden strip suddenly breaking apart with a grin, and it seemed to be an overwhelmed steel wire entanglement, the old tortoise shell was grilled to the extreme high temperature After that, it cracked every inch.

Thousands of painful feelings are used like tides.

It was accompanied by rage and bloodthirsty, and his eye sockets began to swell and congested.

Voldemort can communicate invading his mind.

He already knows.

He tried his best to use the Occupational Cerebral technique he had used before, but the impact continued unabated.

Finally, his centipede-like twisting on the sofa gradually slowed down

Because the severe pain began to fade away.

His **** is even clearer than ever before, maybe the pain makes him more sensitive

Then Harry was surprised to see that on the TV not far in front of him, the female announcer with standard pronunciation began to interrupt emergency news.

"The Tower Bridge across the Thames collapsed at 12 noon today. The cause is unknown."

"The government is looking for the cause, the number of casualties is being counted, and the injured have been rushed to the hospital."

"Interrupted in an emergency news, a strong tornado broke out in the area near the Lancaster government district in the west of the United Kingdom. I hope the general public will be prepared for disaster prevention."

"Interrupt an urgent news..."

Although he wanted to tell himself that what was shown on TV were accidents, his inexplicable intuition told him that these were not normal natural disasters.

It was obvious that the pain just now was the emotion that was in sync with Voldemort's destruction. He unscrupulously destroyed Muggle public facilities, causing panic.

Harry wanted to stop it.

But he couldn't stop it.

He neither knew where Voldemort was doing his evil, nor could he defeat him.

Inability to change, but trying to change.

The inability to do anything about the status quo made him feel inexplicably confused.

In the past, I could still seek Dumbledore’s help, telling his secrets and confusion. Now I can only bear it by myself.

Now he has gone from worrying about his average wizard grade test scores to worrying about Voldemort's possible future actions.

These destruction will inevitably cause a huge response in Muggle society, and panic will spread virally.

Under a society that is not peaceful, there is a more turbulent undercurrent.

Compared to the turmoil in Muggle society,

It's not much better for the wizarding world.

In less than two months, many employees in all walks of life have resigned, especially in the Ministry of Magic.

Because of their keen sense of smell, they perceive the arrival of danger and the rapid changes in the Ministry of Magic.

Not only is the sixth sense gained from fighting against the dark wizard, but it is also a keen sense of the current situation.

Umbridge began a census of the entire Ministry of Magic.

It was strongly opposed by almost all employees.

She is looking to classify the current employees-pure-blood wizards, mixed-blood wizards, and hemp wizards.

Aroused strong dissatisfaction. Many people left their jobs in anger. For those who left, it has to be said to be a kind of luck.

Many people who are full of "sense of justice" because they have not had time to leave their jobs are controlled by the Imperius Curse.

Except for the official announcement, the Ministry of Magic is no different from Voldemort's actual rule.

Umbridge made the best choice for him almost without hesitation.

The confused Harry suddenly felt very sleepy. He manipulated the button to turn off the TV, returned to his poor cubicle, looked anxiously at the cobweb-covered ceiling, and then gradually closed his eyelids. . Falling into sleep.

A "click" sound.

Harry didn't know how long he slept, and he was awakened again.

That's the sound of Dudley closing the door. He likes to smash the door with his thick arms.

They prepared dinner for a while, and then they were ready to start the meal.

Just as they were about to start eating, an uninvited guest appeared.

There was a knock on the door

"Who would pick this time." Uncle Vernon stood up when he heard the knock on the door, his round belly trembled, dragging his body to the door very hard

Professor McGonagall is standing at the door wearing a dark green robe and a top horn cap

"That! You are not very welcome here, I won't invite you in for dinner." Uncle Vernon yelled, half disgusted and fearful.

He had a little influence on the witch, he was an abnormal person, and Potter and the others, a teacher in that strange school.

"I won't delay your meal, sir, but Mr. Potter will also go with me."

She looked around the dining table in a circle

"You didn't even consciously ask him to eat together, and I don't think you will keep him."

Dudley stared at the full plate in a daze.

"Professor, but it is quite early to leave school now."

"I don't think you want to stay here, right?"

Professor McGonagall is half soliciting and half inquiring.

Then turned her head and glared at the Dudley family with her eagle-eyed gaze.

"Although you abused Harry for a long time~IndoMTL.com~ but I have to admit that you at least gave him a home."

"This time I have to advance some time. Although the spell set by Dumbledore is safe, it is the most problematic gap during the time when I leave to go to school, so I need to take him away in advance. "

Uncle Vernon did not understand spells and other words, but he understood the word security.

"Safe, you are going to take this guy away, do you mean we are not safe anymore?"

"Don't involve us, that mysterious person is terrifying, isn't it?" The uncle's small eyes, which were almost completely covered with flesh and blood, opened and opened, waving his hands in horror, saying, for fear of being involved To them

"It should be a hundred times more terrifying than the terrorists in the eyes of Muggles." Professor McGonagall straightened the pointed hat on his head and made a very vivid but inappropriate metaphor.

"We are decent people!" Uncle Vernon patted the table in front of him, baring his teeth and shouting excitedly, as if it would become safe.