Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 47: The “accident” of the Christmas party

　　 The dawn of Christmas has arrived, the weather is cold, and the surroundings are white. Hogwarts is as silent as snow on the ground, and the dull atmosphere covers the entire castle. The students seem to be like eggplants hit by frost. The two or three petrochemical incidents made them feel a little tired of the long-awaited Christmas.

　　 Early in the morning, Harry was awakened by Hermione. He subconsciously looked at Ron’s bed, but it was still empty. He sighed and thought: "Today we may find the murderer. ."

　　 "Merry Christmas to you." Hermione said to him, threw the gift to Harry, and confirmed the exciting good news-the medicine is ready.

　　 Harry sat up, completely awake all at once.

　　 "Malfoy had better pray that he didn't do anything bad, or I won't let him go." Harry clenched his fist. Then he teased Ron's pet, Shaban, as if his owner had been petrified, Shaban looked a little slouched.

　　 "Hmm." Hermione just nodded slightly.

　　 Just then, Hedwig flew into the house suddenly, holding a small package in his mouth. It looked like it was a Christmas gift for Harry. Hedwig bit his ear in a very affectionate way. This greeting was much more precious than the gift it brought him.

　　 A toothpick and a letter brought by a bad relative doesn’t make people happy.

　　 The other Christmas gifts Harry received were much more satisfying. Hagrid gave him a big bag of fudge, and Harry decided to bake it by the fire before eating it. Hermione bought him a luxurious quill pen. Hahe opened the last gift, which turned out to be a brand new hand-knitted sweater and a large raisin cake from Mrs. Weasley. He erected Mrs. Weasley's greeting card, and a sense of guilt surged in his heart. He thought of Mr. Weasley’s car. It has been without a trace since it collided with the hitting willow. He also thought of Ron lying on the hospital bed, which made him feel even more uncomfortable when he received the gift. .

　　 He saw the unopened "Flying with the Artillery" on Ron's table. He knew it was a gift Ron was going to give him, but now he is not there.

　　At the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts, everyone ate with relish. The food can still divert the attention of others. The delicious food makes them temporarily forget the boring atmosphere before.

　　The auditorium is magnificent. Not only are there dozens of Christmas trees covered with silver frost, and thick ribbons of mistletoe and holly crisscross on the ceiling, but also enchanted snow, warm and dry, gently falling from the ceiling . Dumbledore led them to sing a few of his favorite Christmas carols, and Hagrid's voice became louder and louder after he poured cups of eggnog.

　　 "Hermione, it's time." Harry estimated the time and said to Hermione.

　　 "En." Hermione nodded.

　　 Malfoy and Pansy were enjoying the food from the Christmas dinner at the Slytherin table. Suddenly, there was a scream in the crowd, and then it spread to the Slytherin table.

　　 A pen got out of control. It was sprinting frantically in the sky, frantically splashing black ink around, splashing everywhere, and the students were agitated. It also brought the long-lost anger to the auditorium, and it kept moving to the Slytherin table, and finally came to Pansy.

　　 "Oh my God." Pansy screamed, and quickly got up to avoid this "source of all evil." But he still couldn't dodge and was sprayed with black ink. As for Malfoy, he was concentrating on his own affairs, but subconsciously chanted a curse to avoid suffering. Pansy didn't take it into consideration either.

　　 "Who did it?" Pansy screamed like a cat with blasted fur, and looked around, trying to find the culprit. Whoever encountered this on such a happy holiday She's not in a good mood, let alone she's still eating.

　　 "Sorry, Fred and George had a little problem when they taught me to use this pen just now." Harry walked over from the crowd, bowed his head and apologized sincerely.

　　 "En?" Malfoy was not in the mood to take care of these things either. He was still thinking about how to find a chance once and for all to solve the diary and the basilisk together, so he looked up slightly. He said to Pansy's robe: "Clean up." It seemed that he wanted to make the big things small and the small ones, and he was going to persuade Pansy not to care about Harry.

　　 As a result, it was completely invalid.

　　 "I'm really sorry." Harry buried his head lower, "The ink of this pen is specially made, and it takes a special potion to wash it off."

　　 "Oh, there is no way." Malfoy shrugged, and said to Pansy: "Then go find our dean, I believe he can do it."

　　 "It's really disappointing." Pansy looked angrily at his wizard's robe that was soaked in ink.

　　 Malfoy didn’t have any suspicion, not to mention that he now puts all his energy in his diary. He witnessed the Weasley brothers’ mischief almost every week. This is very common, there are always a few Personally recruited, now the plot has become like this, Crabbe and Gore are even more so that he doesn't know where they are, he has no idea that someone will want to play with him later.

　　History is always surprisingly similar.

　　 Harry took Pansy to the outside of the auditorium with a frustrated face, and then secretly compared to Hermione in a gesture of success. Hermione understood her heart and hurried to the girls’ bathroom. She must hurry. Time, Harry didn't have much time to buy.

　　 There is not much difference between her body and Pansy, but she still stole a robe from the Slytherin locker room. After all, the clothes between the two academies are not the same.

　　 In the bathroom, the bubbling, syrupy-thick soup is gurgling ~IndoMTL.com~ Hermione is a little nervous alone, if Ron and Harry were in her, maybe it would not be so. I was nervous, but one was in the hospital bed now, and the other was attracting her attention.

　　 She held the spoon with her trembling hand, then scooped up a large ball of soup and poured it into the glass she had prepared.

　　 The decoction made a loud noise, like a pot of boiling water, and foamed vigorously. After a second, it turned into a slight purple color.

　　 Perhaps due to her similar body, Hermione, who only adjusted her figure slightly, didn't suffer too much pain, except for a slight itching on her face. She went to the mirror and looked at herself.

　　 has no flaws.

　　 But now she can’t go out right away. It’s too strange. Hermione resisted her eagerness to go out and paced back and forth in the bathroom. She could only choose to believe that Harry would get enough for her. time.

　　 About twenty minutes later, Hermione slowly walked out of the girls’ bathroom. When she came out, she tried her best to avoid being spotted. She kept looking around, panting for breath, trying to calm down as much as possible. I slap my heart that is about to jump out of my chest. This tension shouldn't be just for one reason.

　　 At the door of the auditorium, she took another deep breath and touched her chest with her hand, as if she wanted to fix it there. Maybe the distance to the truth was so close, but she felt herself More and more fearful, she even had the idea of ​​fleeing, but she thought of those petrified classmates, and one of her best friends, Ron, lying unconsciously on the hospital bed, she hesitated My heart is firm again~IndoMTL.com~Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~IndoMTL.com~ For mobile phone users, please go to read.