Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Hermione was a little distracted looking at the finished potion. The potion in the pot was extremely clear, as smooth as a smooth ancient mirror. According to the "Powerful Potions", this is the state of the finished Veritaserum. , she still can't believe that she has completed such a difficult novel by herself~щww~~lā Tian Lai novel

The joy and pride only lasted for a moment, followed by fear. The use of Veritaserum was strictly restricted by the Ministry of Magic, and there were even special legal provisions. Prisoners must be cautious when using it, because this medicine infringes on others.

Just like no one would be happy to be taken by Legilimency, once you are recruited, all your secrets cannot be hidden from others, which is even more unacceptable than physical ones.

The physical ones only bring shame, the mental ones are far less simple.

"I may be expelled if I'm found out." Hermione lowered her head and thought helplessly, that poor Professor Snape's private warehouse where she kept materials was patronized by her again.

For whatever reason, stealing was never commendable, even if it was the nasty Snape.

In her heart, heaven and man are constantly at war, and until now, if she pulls back from the precipice, she may be able to pretend that she has not lived.

But the doubts in her heart will never be resolved, and Harry's safety may not be guaranteed. He is her best friend, and the unease and premonition in her heart drives her decision.

Hermione seemed to suddenly make up her mind, took out a delicate and transparent glass bottle from her pocket, and poured the potion in the crucible into it carefully.

"Myrtle, can you do me a favor?" Hermione asked as she walked over to the toilet where Myrtle sat.

In fact, this female ghost is very easy to deal with, as long as you praise her sincerely, it turns out that they often make her cry just because Peeves will often appear when it shouldn't, and then break the stage.

In order to prevent this situation, Hermione also deliberately asked Professor Lupin how to deal with Peeves. After Professor Lupin taught her a spell, Peeves did not dare to approach the bathroom.

She gets along pretty well with Myrtle these days, she will tell Myrtle what type of fashion is popular in the wizarding world now, and what kind of girls do boys like to dress up, even if it's Myrtle who has turned into a ghost , she is still full of interest in these. This may be the nature of all women, even though these have no meaning to her long dead, but Myrtle still enjoys it.

When she died, she was just a young girl full of fantasies about the future.

As long as you can communicate with each other, you can always impress each other with your sincerity.

Hermione also used the knowledge she had learned to analyze the situation of Myrtle. The crying, pretentious and annoying behaviors she sometimes made were just her own way of protecting herself, as long as she could be protected by everyone. Disgusted, then they will avoid themselves far away, and they will not be hurt.

Except for the naughty Peeves.

"Is your medicine ready?" Myrtle floated up from the toilet. She was sincerely happy for Hermione, and she floated in the air with a smile. The thick lenses were admiring eyes, but her tone was also full of admiration. With a little bit of disappointment, she knew that maybe Hermione won't be here for too long after this time,

She knew that a large part of Hermione's choice here was simply because it was quiet and less crowded.

"Thank you for taking care of you these days." Hermione said sincerely, she still remembered herself, Ron and Harry making compound decoction here last year, but at that time she was treated like air, It's just that well water doesn't make river water.

Myrtle was always crying sadly, and then hid in the corner and watched their behavior silently, silently, or she stayed in the toilet room at the end, not knowing what she was doing.

This time she came alone, but instead gained Myrtle's friendship.

"According to the characteristics of the book, it should be completed." Hermione nodded slightly, but soon her eyebrows were frowning slightly. .

"I might need you to do me a favor," Hermione said to Myrtle, taking a deep breath.

"What's the matter?" Myrtle listened to Hermione's serious tone, and her heart was also suspended. She was just a ghost now, without a body, and couldn't help her friends too much.

Myrtle's first thought was not whether it would be difficult to help, but whether she could help Hermione.

"Can you help me verify the efficacy of my potion?" Hermione asked slowly. After she said the complete sentence, she felt that all her strength was hollowed out, and the sense of loss of strength spread to every corner of the body.

"But I don't have a body." Myrtle said with some sentimentality, she was just a poor ghost, and had no ability to help Hermione verify the efficacy of the medicine.

"I'm here to try it myself, but I need your help in this process." Hermione's right hand suddenly clenched the small bottle filled with Veritaserum, her eyes filled with determination at the moment.

She decided to believe the ghost in front of her and let herself completely open up to her.

"What should I do?" Myrtle said timidly, her instinct told her that this was a very important thing to Hermione, and she was afraid that she would screw everything up so that her only friend would also So away from her, Peeves might even go the extra mile and laugh at her in a comical tone: "Oh, myrtle who doesn't care, myrtle who doesn't like it, myrtle who doesn't help."

"You just need to ask me questions." Hermione looked at Myrtle with encouraging eyes, her tone full of trust.

Myrtle was a ghost and couldn't experiment, so her only choice was herself, and even if Myrtle could act as a substitute, Hermione's heart couldn't accept letting friends take risks, because it was her own choice.

It really takes a lot of courage to open your heart to another person.

Then Hermione explained her plans in detail to Myrtle, who almost cried after hearing it, if she could shed tears.

"I promise I won't betray your trust." Myrtle said tearfully, excited that the girl in front of her trusted herself so much.

Then Hermione picked up a silver curved spoon from her pile of potion making tools, shook the crystal bottle filled with Veritaserum slightly, pulled out the cork, and tilted the bottle.

Compared with the viscosity of the compound decoction, the Veritaserum was very clear, which allowed Hermione to control the dosage more accurately.

One drop, no, half a drop is enough.

The transparent and colorless liquid lay quietly in the spoon, and Hermione said to Myrtle, "Thank you for your help." Then she raised her head and drank the potion she had prepared herself.

Myrtle looked in horror at Hermione's big eyes full of vigour and suddenly became absent-minded, as if her soul had been completely sucked away.

"Calm, calm, this is normal, Hermione just told me." Myrtle admonished herself, forcing herself to calm down.

"Your name?" Myrtle asked tentatively.

"Hermione Jane Granger." Hermione's voice was machine-like without emotion.

Myrtle felt like she was shaking all over. This was the shudder brought on by fear. The person who was alive just now has now become a wooden man who can answer questions. It is really shocking.

"Fortunately, this is only temporary." Myrtle thought to herself, and then she fought back the discomfort and asked, "What is your greatest fear?"

"Professor McGonagall gave me the failing test." It was still a mechanical answer.

"What are the names of your two best friends?"

Hermione's eyelids began to tremble, which seemed to be a very important thing to her, but only after struggling for a moment, she blurted out: "Harry Potter and Ron Weasley."

This is not a secret to her, at most it is a very important thing.

"Yeah, what did I see, you guys seem to be having fun, Muggle Truth or Dare? I remember hearing about the Weasley twins." A Myrtle too familiar A voice rang in her ears.

"What are you doing, Peeves?" Myrtle took a step back subconsciously, because Peeves would always say things that made her sad, like saying she was "Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle Poor, weeping, sullen Myrtle", and will tease her with all kinds of pranks, but she quickly steps back, because she suddenly realizes that the friend behind her is now in a very difficult situation. In a wonderful state, I must stand in front of her, this is my commitment.

It may be that Myrtle is extraordinarily brave today, Peeves straightened his gray and black pointed hat, and then said formally: "There has never been a place in Hogwarts Castle where Peeves dared not go, Not to mention the ugly, timid Myrtle's bathroom." Peeves paused and glanced at Myrtle with his round eyes, but didn't see what he wanted to see mood.

If he used to play tricks on Myrtle, she would have been scared into the toilet seat.

"But you shamelessly asked the teacher for help, and asked what Peeves feared the most, but do you naively think that Peeves will really be trapped outside by such a little magic?" He grinned. He said indignantly with his big mouth, and then suddenly giggled and laughed: "Are you exchanging secrets? I've seen girls from other colleges also like to play this kind of superficial game." His treacherous eyes It starts to light up, like something new has been discovered.

"Ah, Myrtle, beautiful Myrtle, tolerant Myrtle, I won't laugh at you again, can you tell me what you are doing now?" Peeves asked sincerely.

"Have mercy, sympathetic Myrtle, poor Peeves is suffering from the lack of relief from his curiosity." Peeves took off the hat he was wearing, and folded his hands, The short body floated in the sky and bowed again.

"No no no." Myrtle shook her head like a rattle and refused again and again. She wouldn't trust Peeves who lied like eating and drinking.

"Oh, cruel Myrtle." Peeves' head drooped down, looking disappointed, but he grinned again and said with a wicked smile, "But when have you seen Peeves play tricks and ask for someone else's advice? Agree?"

Peeves suddenly fell from the sky, not forgetting to make a grimace, as if the impact of a cannonball, went straight to Hermione's direction, Myrtle was scared and screamed and avoided.

"Oh, what are the secrets that young girls keep in their hearts?" Peeves murmured in front of Hermione, looking at Hermione, who was now almost unconscious and her eyes were blank.

"The color of the underwear you're wearing today? Oh, how could Peeves ask such a rude question?" Peeves patted his head angrily with his hand.

"Peeves should ask more mischievous questions. Oops, Myrtle, can you give me some advice?" Peeves looked up at Myrtle, who shrank aside.

"No, don't be like this." Myrtle could only shake her head desperately, but without her, she couldn't drive away the real Peeves. Powerless.

"Oh, Peeves suddenly thought of a wonderful question!" Peeves suddenly shouted happily, his eyes full of cunning brilliance.

"Hermione Granger, do you have a peer of the opposite sex that you admire now?" Peeves asked bluntly.

How can a teenager's obscure admiration for the opposite sex be easily known to others?

"No!" Myrtle cried desperately, feeling that she had failed Hermione's expectations of her.

Peeves looked at Hermione expectantly, hoping that he would get some amazing secrets, so that his heart would be greatly satisfied.

"Wadi Vasi!" was the only answer Hermione gave Peeves.

The cork on the ground suddenly shot at Peeves like a bullet, and shot into Peeves' mouth that was laughing. Peeves choked and coughed violently.

"You guys will be avenged by Peeves' pranks in the end!" Peeves left such a sentence at the end, and drifted away in the direction of the bathroom.

"Are you awake? Hermione?" Myrtle asked with a look of surprise, then her face was filled with guilt, she failed to stop Peeves.

"Yeah." Hermione replied with a slight nod, her eyes were clear now, and at the same time she was glad that she only tried a little Veritaserum before she woke up at a critical moment.

However, Peeves finally asked her the question, and it was only after she had the answer in her heart that the effect of the medicine completely disappeared.

Which means: She stopped at the last minute to give her answer before using the Peeves shooting spell.

And that answer was deeply engraved in her heart.

She didn't dare and didn't want to believe it.

"I have to go now," said Hermione, now that she would rather the Veritaserum be ineffective.