Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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"Harry, I'm afraid I know Hagrid's whereabouts." Ron said seriously.

"What?" Harry was taken aback by the news and exclaimed, attracting sharp glances from the librarian Mrs. Pince, which were full of warnings.

They also have to study hard in the library now. This semester is coming to an end, but their courses have not been fully mastered. There are various reasons for this, such as the previous Gryffindor's There were objective reasons why the team had a lot of extra training to win the Quidditch match, taking up a lot of their extra-curricular time, and the several invasions of Sirius made the students panic.

There is no need to explain the subjective reasons. Except for a few extremely self-disciplined students, who has never studied frantically before the deadline, like dancing on the tip of a knife, and the efficiency before that will always be extremely high.

Just when Harry was desperately memorizing the recipe for the "shrinking potion" he had learned this semester, Ron interrupted him and brought him news of Hagrid.

"What's wrong with him? Where is he?" Harry asked quickly, closing his textbook.

"My dad's letter to me mentioned him unintentionally," Ron said, lowering his voice as Mrs. Pince stared angrily at them with her deep-set eyes as if they were badly damaged. Order, like what a big mistake was made.

"He said he saw our big friend," Ron whispered to Harry, handing over the letter he got.

"But he doesn't know how worried we are about him." Ron sighed, and Arthur Weasley only mentioned a little bit of information about Hagrid in the letter, which in his opinion was just irrelevant One point, by the way, because he didn't know what happened at the school, and Ron was too embarrassed to tell him before that he might have involved others.

"Ron, haven't you read your letter yet?" Harry's expression changed suddenly.

"Is there anything else my dad wrote? At the end of every letter, he always lectures me and asks me to learn from my brothers. Of course he won't mention George and Fred, they It always worries him more than I do, so I don't usually watch it."

"But maybe it just happened that he said something else this time." Harry's tone was a little chilly, and he handed the letter to him again.

Ron then completely read the content of the letter, and then wrote:

"Although Dad doesn't want to complain to you about work, I still want to tell you that if you don't want to be angry at work in the future, then you have to work hard now, and then you can live without looking at other people's eyes. You may never be I can't even imagine that Fudge actually dragged Lucius into the Ministry of Magic. I can't believe that he would become my colleague. He is said to be in the Dangerous Creatures Committee and the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control. God knows what he has. How much money went to donate, fortunately we are not in the same department, otherwise I really don't know what will happen between us every day when I go to work."

"It's really not a happy thing." Ron's tone dropped, and the image of the man came to his mind - pale blond hair, cold gray-blue eyes, pale pointed face. The few encounters with him were not pleasantly remembered.

"Look again, Ron," Harry said eagerly, then pointed to the lines above.

"Any name on the Committee for the Disposal of Hazardous Creatures and the Department of Magical Creatures Control?" Ron read it again, and this time he finally understood.

"It's very likely that he's targeting Hagrid!" Ron waved his fist and said indignantly.

"Last term he even tried to impeach Dumbledore, but he didn't succeed. This time he just took the opportunity. We all know that Hagrid was Dumbledore's man, just after he cleared his grievances. Soon, as long as Hagrid is caught again, it will definitely be a blow to Dumbledore's image, then he can make a big fuss about it again." Harry's speech was fast, and it would be possible soon. The situation is analyzed.

"Where's Hermione, where is she? She must have a way!" Ron said. Lucius' plan was terminated only after Hermione's successful intervention last time. Among the three, Hermione also knew the most about the terms of the wizard. One, if she is here, maybe she can think of a way.

"She's not here. I haven't seen her this month except in class." Harry shook his head and said, she seemed to be busier, and I accidentally saw her class schedule. During the same time period, her schedule I actually wrote two courses on it. Could it be that there is magic that can be cloned? "

"Then if I learn it, I'll definitely use one for class and the other for play, and she'll use both bodies for class."

Ron said jealously, as if he had already decided that Hermione had learned this kind of magic.

"Anyway, we should find her to discuss the solution now," Harry said.

And the person the two are looking for now is concentrating on brewing a pot of potion in the girls' bathroom on the second floor of the castle.

"Today is the last day." Hermione said in her heart, forcibly controlling her trembling hand to stop, this time she didn't have a helper, she had to rely on herself.

Well, to be precise, there is no one to help, and the ghost may still have one.

Weeping Myrtle was sitting on the toilet, staring at Hermione's skillful movements. She had been watching Hermione boil the potion for almost a month. This girl would always praise her in a different way and let her. She was very happy, so she also decided to keep a secret for the girl in front of her. She still remembered that in the second grade, this girl also broke into the place she feared for her classmates without hesitation.

Maybe she's in trouble now. Myrtle is a compassionate, kind ghost who will keep secrets for her.

"The next step is to add absinthe juice." Hermione muttered something. She thought that talking to herself from time to time would help her make the potion more stably and avoid mistakes in the next step.

Watching the dark blue potion that was still boiling violently in the crucible just now gradually calmed down, it was like the raging wave had finished venting its emotions and was willing to return to silence. The pungent smell also subsided, and even the color slowly changed to a transparent and colorless state.

It is colorless and odorless, which is a major feature of Veritaserum. It seems that the purpose of the person who invented this drug is to quietly obtain the secrets of others.