Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

In the dark and damp dungeon, there was an aura of despair. The gray-black floor was full of cracks. All kinds of reptiles quickly crawled over from above, making rustling sounds. Lupin and Sirius were locked in the same room. In the cell, his face was pale, his eyes were empty, and he didn't say a word. He wore special chains on his hands and feet to prevent them from escaping.

Hermione wondered why she could see them both now, her last memory was that she had passed out in the office and had been humiliated by someone before she fainted.

A man with white hair opened the lock of the prison, limped in, glanced at them, and said, "The result of the trial is down, it's a pity that two people are leaving this beautiful world today. , Don't worry, you won't suffer, I'm still very skilled at using the Death Curse."

"No, they're innocent!" Hermione tried to make a sound, but found that something seemed to be blocking her throat. The scene before her was like watching a movie, and she was very concerned about everything she saw. Powerless.

"No!" Hermione screamed silently, hating herself for the first time.

With a flash of green light, the two fell forever in prison.

She was the one who killed Lupin and Sirius.

"Miss Granger? Miss Granger? Are you alright? Have a nightmare?" A familiar voice came from her ear, which seemed far away and yet very close.

Hermione opened her eyes, only to see Professor McGonagall standing beside her, his wrinkled face looking at her with concern.

"Fortunately it was a dream." Only then did Hermione realize that the scene just now was just her own hallucination, she let out a long sigh of relief, and her dangling heart also fell to the ground. Only then did she have the heart to observe the surroundings.

She was covered with a linen-colored sheet, with a white ceiling above her head. Everything was so familiar. She sniffed and smelled a complex herbal scent and a faint floral fragrance. This is the school's infirmary. To her right, Madam Pomfrey is carefully selecting various medicines in front of a small cart.

"Professor McGonagall." Hermione wanted to straighten up and speak, but was pressed down by Professor McGonagall's outstretched hand, her normally serious face was now full of concern, "He Min, the only thing you need is rest, now that it's over, don't think about it more."

"It's all over?" Hermione repeated these words in a low voice, then shook her head hurriedly and said with all her strength, "No, Professor McGonagall, listen to me, things are not what you see."

"Poor child." Professor McGonagall's eyes were red, and she looked at Hermione, who was now pale, "you may need a friend's comfort now, I asked Ron and Harry to come in with you, remember, don't Talking too long."

Professor McGonagall stood up from the low stool beside the bed, then stared at Hermione and said, "By the way, I have to temporarily confiscate your time converter, and now you definitely can't use this prop in your situation. That would be too exhausting for your spirit, and your only task now is to take a good rest."

As soon as Professor McGonagall's voice fell, Hermione was shocked to realize that the gold chain hanging on her chest was no longer there.

That person even thought of a method that she hadn't thought of, and a deep sense of powerlessness rose in her heart.

It's no use telling anyone the truth now, they won't believe a third year student, maybe Professor Dumbledore will believe him, but what's the use of that? He couldn't solve anything easily either. Hermione still remembered Dumbledore's helplessness when facing the Ministry of Magic. Even though he was very resistant to the Dementors being stationed at the time, he still needed to compromise.

"Hey, poor boy, last year was the same." Professor McGonagall turned her back to Hermione and walked out the door, wiping her tears. "But this year, I lost a stature." Thinking of this, the corner of Professor McGonagall's mouth, whose eyes were still red, actually evoked a slight arc, as if thinking of something pleasant, and the smile on his face suddenly increased because of this. Many wrinkles.

"Hermione, are you alright?" Ron and Hermione hurried in and rushed to Hermione's bed after seeing Professor McGonagall come out and asked with concern.

"Harry, I'm sorry, you listen to me." Hermione was so remorseful now that she didn't even dare to tell Harry the truth. She was afraid that after telling him the truth, she and him would never be friends again. His impulsiveness and recklessness killed Sirius and Lupin, and may even cost them a notorious death.

"None of us would mind, there's nothing we can do about it," Harry said comfortingly.

"No, you don't know what happened." Hermione shook her head constantly, and her brown curly hair swayed with it, full of desolation.

"I was saved by that nasty boy, let him stand out, haven't I been saved by him too?" This was Ron's voice.

"What?" Hermione's expression changed for a moment, and she looked at Ron blankly.

"It's really not a happy thing to be saved by that guy, but didn't you save him last year? So now you two are even." Ron said carelessly.

Harry and Ron's words directly confused Hermione.

What Harry said next completely shocked Hermione.

"I never imagined that a traitor could have the face to come back to us, swaggeringly accept everyone's admiration, and I even made him my guardian! How stupid!" Harry's right hand clenched into a fist, fiercely He thumped the hospital bed in front of him, causing the whole bed to start shaking.

"Two boys over there, be quiet, this is not your Quidditch pitch." Madam Pomfrey's voice came from not far away.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Looking at the bumpy bed. Harry quickly apologized.

"I'm fine." Hermione shook her head slightly, sat up from the bed again, stared straight at Harry, and asked, "What happened? What did you just say."

"God, Hermione, have you lost your memory again?" Ron opened his mouth wide, looking incredulous.

"No, no," Hermione stammered and forced a smile, trying to force a smile. "I just want to know what happened after I passed out."

"Uh." Harry hesitantly took out a stack of newspapers from the bedside table behind him and handed it to Hermione.

The big bold print on the front page of the newspaper broke directly into Hermione's line of sight, with a promotional photo of Malfoy smiling brightly beneath it.

"The future star of the wizarding world, the outstanding successor of the Malfoy family - Draco Malfoy, the following text is reported by Rita Skeeter, a special correspondent of the Daily Prophet, showing you his life The unknown side."