Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Ron hadn't seen his pet rat since Christmas lunch that day. He thought Scabbers was just a little frightened before he panicked, and as soon as he got back to the bedroom, he would see it. He was quietly falling asleep on his bed or table. Teana Fiction WWW. "⒉3TXT. COM

It didn't turn out as he wished. He couldn't find his pet again. He searched most of the castle during the holiday but still found nothing. No matter how helpless, Ron could only accept this reality. Hermione's Crookshanks was also kept well, and although he hated the cat to the extreme, it really had nothing to do with it this time.

Harry reassured him, "Maybe he couldn't bear to let his master see his own death. How many years has he been in your house?" Harry asked.

"It should have been more than ten years." Even though he had gradually accepted this reality, Ron still seemed a little frustrated and replied absentmindedly.

"It's hard for me to imagine that a rat can live so long." Hermione said in surprise, the fuse was gone, and the relationship between her and Ron eased, "Harry is right, maybe it just doesn't want to It made you sad and disappeared on your own," she continued.

"Maybe." Ron stared at the fireplace in front of him, watching the flames on the coals rise and go to silence, stunned.

"My Crookshanks have been very lethargic recently." Hermione said worriedly, stroking Crookshanks' smooth ginger fur with her hands, and the cat responded with a lazy meow. to her touch.

"Then you'd better take it to Madam Pomfrey and have a look," Ron said with concern. The most fundamental reason has been solved. He has no prejudice against this cat, and even empathizes with it, hoping that nothing will happen to Hermione's cat. Now he can quite understand what it's like to lose a pet.

"Yeah" Hermione nodded lightly. Ever since she came back from Hogsmeade, Crookshanks has been in a bad state. There were still some inexplicable emotions, Hermione felt lonely, but quickly denied her thoughts.

A cat shouldn't have such complicated emotions.

"It's time for us to go." Hermione glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall, it was time for dinner.

Today is the last day of vacation, all the students have to go back to school to start a new term life, every table in the auditorium has prepared a sumptuous dinner for them, potatoes, beef, lamb, onion cheese, etc., can make they all feast

To their surprise,

When they entered the auditorium, there were many fewer people in the Slytherin row. "

The Christmas tree decorated with gifts around the students has not been removed, and there is still a little festive atmosphere. They are all surprised to find that there are more chairs next to the big golden chair dedicated to Dumbledore.

They speculated that perhaps Dumbledore had another announcement today.

Just when the students were almost seated, the door suddenly opened, and gusts of cold wind poured in, causing many students to tighten their collars.

Malfoy, Pansy, and the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team swarmed in, even in their Quidditch training outfits.

"Professor, I'm sorry, the snow is too heavy outside. We had some accidents when we got back, so we were a little late." Malfoy patted the snow on his shoulder slightly and walked to Dumbledore, representing their group. explained to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was wearing a rich purple robe today, embroidered with stars of different sizes and some wonderful patterns and designs.

He didn't blame anything, just responded with a smile: "It's not too late, just in time for the dinner." Then he waved and told them to return to their seats quickly.

"I believe everyone's holiday is very pleasant. I don't have much to say before the meal. Let's start eating." Dumbledore's voice was thick and loud, resounding throughout the auditorium.

The appetite of the students was very good. They all happily took their favorite food on the table, chatted with each other, and shared their experiences during the vacation.

The Quidditch players of the Slytherin team were silent, just quietly eating the food in front of them, but their eyes were terrifyingly bright, and that was the absolute confidence contained in them.

"Don't they think they can win with special training?" Ron took the lamb chop in front of him and said with contempt.

"Harry, you don't train as hard as they do, do you?" Ron nudged Harry again.

"Of course." Harry nodded and adjusted his glasses.

"Not to mention you have..." Ron stopped, it was a secret.

The fact that Harry got a Firebolt is still a secret. They are going to use it as a killer to deal with Ravenclaw. If this information is known to them in advance, maybe they will be targeted in advance.

There was also a little interlude in the middle, Hermione was still worried on the day Harry received the Firebolt, so she told Professor McGonagall about it, when their lunch had just ended, Professor Flitwick was there, and they I decided to take this broom apart, carefully, and inspect it inside and out to avoid the curse that hurts people.

To be honest, in Harry and Ron's opinion, doing such an act on a brand-new broom is simply "unforgivable" and too cruel.

But they had to accept it. Harry knew in his heart that Professor McGonagall didn't say it, and actually hoped that Gryffindor would win the Quidditch Cup, but she still made such a choice, and she was right It meant that she cared more about Harry's safety, and he couldn't complain.

"How about show me? Minerva?" But when they were all desperate, Dumbledore happened to appear behind them, still maintaining his kind smile.

Dumbledore took the Firebolt gently, and just swiped it lightly with his wand, and a lot of dazzling white light appeared around the Firebolt, and there was a trance of transparent smoke lingering in it, and then it reappeared very quickly. Return to peace, as if nothing had happened just now.

"No problem," said Dumbledore, twisting his beard.

"Perfect!" Harry and Ron glanced at each other, then gave each other a high five, looking very excited, which meant that the Firebolt didn't have to be dismantled.

Dumbledore was happy to see them so happy.

Time went back to the present moment, when all the students had eaten and drank, the food on the plates began to disappear, and then the plates began to disappear, and finally the four long tables became empty again.

"I'm sorry, I have to delay everyone's time tonight." Dumbledore walked up to the front desk and said, supporting his half-moon lens.