Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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Hermione walked over with her cloak on, and she said softly, because of Ron, their meeting time was greatly reduced, and Harry's position was on Ron's side before, he didn't even think of Hermione will come to help him.

"Thank you." Harry said calmly, the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, and he handed over his glasses.

"I'm just doing my part for my school and my friends." Hermione took the glasses, tapped Harry's with her wand, and said, "Water and moisture proof!" "Okay!" she said. Returning the glasses to Harry, "Water won't get in the way of your glasses!" Wood looked aside, as if he saw an angel, and wanted to rush up to give her a hug immediately.

As for Slytherin, it is much quieter. The general physical fitness here is stronger than that of their opponents. Coupled with the various equipment that someone bought for them, the impact of heavy rain on them is minimized.

"How, are you proud that the opponent has the most ordinary equipment and you are tied with you?" Malfoy glanced at the Slytherin players, even the seventh-year Marcus Flint as the captain, in the In front of him, he couldn't help but be silent, not daring to refute.

"But it's not quite satisfactory." Then he nodded again and said, "At least they didn't let them grab the Snitch now."

"Then you can continue to use your own advantages. The longer the Gryffindor team drags on us, the better we will be." Malfoy said, waving his wand and summoning a beating orange-red flame, On and off in a dark environment, with a soft light and temperature.

"Come and bake, everyone, I don't think even the most advanced equipment can completely resist all the rain." Malfoy said while controlling the flame, circled around all the team members, and dried the quilts. Where the rain was wet and the protective gear was not protected, the team members felt that their bodies had returned to a warm state, which was great.

"De..." Pansy wanted to ask other questions, such as tactics, but was distracted by Malfoy's reminder.

"Mrs. Hooch's whistle is starting to blow, hurry up," he reminded.

All players returned to the top of the pitch again with the whistle.

Looking at the afterimages on the court, Malfoy was a little dazed. In fact, he had no interest in these activities at all. Even if Pansy sometimes asked him to help the team, he usually just thought about it. There is not much interest, but this year is different, whether it is this game or the future Quidditch Cup, he has reasons for Slytherin to have to win.

"There is still a dangerous person here." While thinking, Malfoy's eyes swept across the audience and saw the students cheering for the team they supported. Even if the sound of wind and rain blocked their cheering, they still continued. hoarse.

By the way, there is also a girl with a hat in the shape of a lion's head, cheering for the academy that she is not in. The hat makes a realistic roar from time to time, and a vacuum is formed around her. Not happy to stand with her.

Malfoy's eyes did not stop in the first few rows, but went directly to the last row, where a huge black dog with thick hair was staying there, his paws resting on the front seat, his head raised and concentrated. watching the game in the sky.

"It's really touching." Malfoy's mouth evoked a strange arc, I don't know if it was emotion or something else, "In terms of blood relationship, it seems that you are still my elder, I'm sorry, next Next time, maybe I'll be a little disrespectful." Today wasn't the right day for some of his plans for Blake because he had more important things to do.

At this moment, there were bursts of exclamations from the audience, and Malfoy saw the black dog stand up all of a sudden, his eyes were looking straight at the sky, full of eager expressions, it was hard to imagine one. The black dog's eyes can be filled with so many emotions, and then the black dog immediately returned to its original state, then jumped off the seat and rushed in the other direction unwillingly, at least as a dog, its The behavior can't be too abnormal, he can't let people notice him, Lupin knows his Animagus, he can only hold back his worries about Harry now, and leave temporarily, he can only now Hope that Dumbledore, the worthy Headmaster, won't let Harry get hurt.

"Have you finally done it? Dementors?" Malfoy sneered, and today might be the last time that all dementors will appear publicly in front of humans.

on the field.

Harry's numb hands slipped on his broom, his nimbus 2ooo dropped a few feet, and he saw the big dog in the audience just now, the big dog of ominous and death, and he put it. The drenched tassel was brushed away from his eyes, and he squinted at the stand again. The dog is gone.

He didn't have the time to care about the dog anymore, because a flash of golden patches grabbed all his attention. "The Golden Snitch!" His heart beat violently. He controlled the broom and chased after the smear of gold.

However, something strange happened. There was a cowardly silence in the terraces around the runway; the wind, though still as strong as ever, had forgotten to roar, as if someone had turned it off, as if Harry had suddenly gone deaf--what's the matter What? Then a familiar, terrifying cold snap hit him again, inside him, just as he felt something moving on the court below. Harry didn't have time to think, and he took his eyes off the Snitch. Move away and look down.

There were at least a hundred dementors standing below, their faces hidden under their hoods facing him. It was as if frozen water rose from his chest, cutting through his innards. Then he heard that voice again..someone was moaning, moaning in his head..a woman.."Don't move Harry. Don't move Harry, please don't move Harry!" "Stay aside, you This stupid woman.. go away, now.." "Don't touch Harry, please don't, take me, kill me-"

Harry's mind is numb and white fog.. What is he doing? Why is he flying? He has to help her.. She's going to die.. She's going to be murdered.. He's falling down, it's freezing fell in the mist. "Don't move Harry! Please don't move.. Mercy.. Mercy.."

A shrill voice was laughing, the woman was screaming, and Harry didn't know anything. "Luckily the ground is so soft." "I thought he was going to die." "But he didn't even break his glasses." Harry heard the whispers of the men, but he didn't understand what they were saying. He didn't know where he was, how he got here, or what he was doing before he got here. All he knew was that he was in pain all over his body, as if he had been beaten. "It's the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life." The scariest.. the scariest thing.. the black shadow in the hood.. the cold.. the screaming.. (To be continued.)