Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 403: Christmas daily
Only the next day, news of Voldemort's capture of Gringotts spread throughout the wizarding world.
After all, the scope of the wizarding world is very small.
The next day's "Daily Prophet" used a very large page to report the news.
The figure of Voldemort was not photographed, only the Dark Mark wandering in the sky was photographed, already sinking into the ruins of the Gringotts underground.
"The Dark Lord is back!"
The magnificent buildings are turned into ruins, the broken bricks and tiles in one place, and the deep holes in the ground have become the symbol of Voldemort's oath of his return.
More than that.
The center of the economy collapsed.
The Dark Lord no longer concealed his whereabouts, and the swaggering Apparition shifted to the door of the Ministry of Magic.
"Who are you!" an Auror asked loudly.
"Stop." The Auror took out his wand.
The Dark Lord hid in the black cloak, then quickly raised his wand.
The faint green light flashed, piercing the Auror's chest.
"Mysterious man!"
The employees around screamed.
The folder in his hand was thrown high, and the paper was flying in the air.
"Protection Minister!"
"The Dark Lord has disappeared again!"
Umbridge stayed in her office full of flowers and cats, arguing fiercely with Scrimgeour.
In the process, the man seemed to be irritated, stretched out his hand and grabbed Umbridge by the collar.
When the fat woman was about to breathe, her feet returned to the ground.
She saw Scrimgeour's eyes lose their brilliance, and she clenched her neckline and let go.
"He is so troublesome, right?" A low, hoarse voice came into her ears.
"Well, he is dead now."
"You...who are you?"
The ugly woman looked at the same ugly man in horror, with the slit-shaped nose and scarlet snake-eyed hideous face.
"Does it matter who I am? It may be important, after all, I have talked to you for a while before."
"Now I will help you clear the obstacles to the peak of your power."
"But deception is a compromise plan of the weak against the strong. I don't think I need to do that anymore."
"Are you a mysterious person?" The loose skin trembling on Umbridge's toad face.
"Surrender, or die!" Voldemort's cruel voice resounded through the Ministry of Magic.
"We surrender!" Umbridge's horrified cry resounded throughout the Ministry of Magic.
The Dark Lord suddenly changed his style of hiding in the dark, as if trying to redeem the time he once wasted, expanding his sphere of influence without any scruples.
For a time, the form changed suddenly.
From finance, politics, or public opinion, almost all have changed the direction.
More dark wizards began to take refuge in Voldemort's command.
Voldemort seems to be dragging down the progress before frantically rushing in, rapidly expanding his sphere of influence.
"Shocking Secrets! The most hidden thief is by our side. The Daily Prophet also began to no longer scrutinize their position. Although they had not scrutinized their position, they are now completely intensified.
This article discusses the relationship between the dumb cannon and the pure hemp wizard from various angles.
"Why can two Muggles without any magic talents give birth to a wizard, but two wizard families give birth to dumb guns?"
"My friends, those Muggles are stealing our magic wantonly by using the technology they acquired in the so-called "technology""
In the report, there is no neutrality, and some are only inciting emotions.
It is true that a large number of people have been incited, even within Hogwarts.
For example, Hermione has a headache now.
She had to bear the stare and hatred of Filch, the night watchman, as if she had stolen his magical talents. Like a shadow, like a tarsal maggot, if it wasn't for Professor McGonagall's glaring at him, I guess the man would still find trouble with him,
The whole Hogwarts is now in a rather quiet atmosphere, but even so, the task of teaching is still going on, in this atmosphere, Christmas is here. The weather turned cold.
Hermione stayed alone in Gryffindor’s dormitory, sitting at the desk, but not reading,
Rather, looking at the transparent glass with blurred eyes, looking at the ice and snow outside the window, covered in silver.
Christmas is coming.
She subconsciously expects her parents to send her gifts. On Christmas days, her parents will send her some gloves, scarves and other warm accessories, or some books she likes.
Then her breathing suddenly choked.
She suddenly realized something.
Her parents have been erased by her all about her, like strangers.
It's impossible to remember her anymore, so why would you send her a gift?
I feel lonely and pained inexplicably.
But if her parents were implicated by herself, she would only blame herself more.
She stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling cabinet by the wall, slowly opened it, and silently found a lavender scarf, wrapped it up, and half of her face shrank inward, hiding in it. She felt the warmth of family affection.
It was also given to her by her parents a few years ago.
Hermione walked in the corridor, then stopped, and sat lonely next to the mottled stone wall, with dark armor on the left and right, and a pile of books scattered on the ground.
The thin clouds on the horizon outside the window are like a touch of silky silk, but this beautiful view can hardly bring her any comfort.
A considerable number of people chose to stay in school at Christmas, and one of them was Hermione.
"Aren't you going home?" While registering to stay in school, Harry and Ron glanced at Hermione's application form
"I have to deal with something at school." The girl said.
In her bedroom, there is a radio that she specially modified, which can break through the shield of Hogwarts to listen to the signal. It is said that a huge storm that is rare in a century will appear this Christmas.
As a Christmas gift.
Hermione gave them a copy of "Advanced Defense Skills for Dark Arts". The black cover and thick spine made them feel big after a glance and didn't want to open it.
On Christmas Day, the snow scene around Hogwarts is very beautiful.
Snowflakes danced outside the window again, flapping the icy window mullions, and Christmas was approaching in a blink of an eye. The twelve Christmas trees that are indispensable in the auditorium every year have been moved; the stair railings are wrapped with holly and metal foil; the armor helmets are shining with bright candles, and a bunch of bunches are hung at every other section of the corridor. Mistletoe.
The junior students are in the open space outside, rubbing snowballs and playing snowball fights in the corridors.
Hermione sneaked into the Forbidden Forest. She saw an extremely generous figure in the jungle, she couldn't help showing a surprised expression.
"Ha...Hagrid? Is that you? Why are you back?"
"Oh, Hermione, long time no see." Hagrid turned his big body and turned his head.
"Why don't you tell us."
"The Ministry of Magic has a big problem, right?"
"Yes." Hagrid widened his bell-like eyes, scratched his curly hair angrily, then kicked the snow in front of him hard to scrape the **** away.
"I've resigned since Umbridge got some Muggle ancestry." He said in a nasty voice, "I guess Hogwarts will be fast too, of course I believe Minerva will definitely not agree. ."
The mysterious man controlled the Ministry of Magic, which has become a reality.
"Why don't you come to us?" Hermione was puzzled.
"I just came back, and I'm still arranging for my little boys." Hagrid shook his head.
"Little boy?" Hermione suddenly realized, looking at some squirming hairy legs behind him, showing a somewhat awkward smile.
"I will give you a surprise when it’s ready to be set up~IndoMTL.com~ Hagrid reached out and pressed these things down again.
"By the way, what are you doing here" he asked suddenly, and Hagrid realized that Hermione shouldn't be here.
"I'll help the professor get something." Hermione lied subconsciously.
"Harry and Ron are not here."
If it were the two of them, Hagrid would have cross-examination, after all, they were two troublemakers.
While Hermione began to prepare before the storm, someone did not stop her actions.
While Professor McGonagall was eating lunch in the auditorium, a dark figure appeared behind her.
"Minerva, this is your Christmas present." Snape suddenly appeared behind him and passed the box in his hand.
Professor McGonagall has a flattered expression on his face.