Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Uh, um." Harry replied absentmindedly, the eyes under the frame were staring at the blackboard, but the eyes were a little empty, and they were about to stare through the blackboard, as if there was something behind the blackboard.

The scene he had just seen was still replaying in his mind now. Cedric and Qiu Zhang were walking side by side in the corridor, showing a look of affection. Why didn't the girl feel any respect for him at all? Even though Cedric didn't even qualify for the Goblet of Fire last year, he won the championship himself.

You deserve to be admired by others.

He became unbalanced, and was a little jealous. On second thought, he felt that he was ridiculous, and he had no position of jealousy.

Jealousy makes people ugly.

He feels ugly now.

The sound of "da da da" sounded," Hermione saw that Harry was a little distracted, and tapped the blackboard with her wand several times to make Harry concentrate.

She frowned subconsciously, as if Professor McGonagall saw a distracted student in class.

Only then did Harry reluctantly focus his attention, temporarily letting go of some dark thoughts in his heart.

"The walls and grounds of Hogwarts are guarded by many ancient spells to ensure the physical and mental safety of the school personnel." Hermione pointed to the blackboard and said slowly, this is "Hogwarts: A History of the School" implicitly revealed.

"Time and space have an effect on magic, Harry, with the possible exception of you. That spell made your bond with Voldemort so close that it was inseparable, or inseparable."

"You often communicate with his mind in dreams, which means that your mental defenses were the weakest at that time, giving him a chance to take advantage."

"But there are exceptions, right? Sometimes you're awake and still in sync with Voldemort's point of view.."

Harry nodded, barely concentrating on Hermione's lecture.

"Then it could be that his emotions were so strong that it affected you, even if you were conscious."

"I tried to deduce the practice method of Occlumency during this vacation - temporarily relax, and then gather some of your emotions to make effective resistance. This is another method I have concluded, but I don't know. Will it work?"

"Because we don't need to deceive him, just drive away his intrusion, in a sense, it's simpler."

"Professor Dumbledore also thinks it might work.

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"Anger, that's too intense to be in your control, sadness, maybe a 'good' emotion, with enough resilience and persistence, but we can't be sad, at least for now, most of us When it's still carefree, it's happy, right?"

Harry nodded sullenly, he didn't think he was happy at all now.

And Hermione may have unwittingly poked at the root cause of Snape's Occlumency.

The endless sadness and pain that surged in my heart and spread to all parts of my body was lasting and mellow.

"Fear, this emotion is not very easy to use. After being strengthened by Voldemort, maybe your spirit will completely collapse."

"Maybe we must first find an emotion that we can use to resist Voldemort's invasion." Hermione analyzed carefully and said to herself, not realizing that not far away, Harry's eyes began to turn red. The body trembled uncontrollably.

The needle-like pain hit him crazily, he stroked the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, and a bloodthirsty desire rose up, wanting to bite something. He felt the terrifying serpent-like feeling again, eager to attack, to destroy.

He is now a snake, and instinct tells it that he must first strangle the enemy with his thick body.

The source of all this came from an uninvited guest in front of the Department of Mysteries not long ago.

This is the most mysterious department in the entire Ministry of Magic. It is located on the ninth floor and the bottom of the Ministry of Magic. Usually, almost no one will appear there except the staff.

And few people know what they are working on.

The wizards who work here are collectively called the Silent People, and their working hours are also very unstable. The working place is a circular room with many doors lined up, and there are many separate rooms.

"Sorry sir, this is the top secret of the Ministry of Magic, even by the order of the Minister." The guards stopped a man who was trying to enter.

He was wearing a pure black cloak, and he couldn't even see whether his figure was fat or thin, and he hid in the shadow of the black robe.

Even though he had given Umbridge's signature, what didn't quite match the woman's ugly face was the elegant handwriting.

To climb up, she will work hard in this direction.

After the man heard this answer, the pale face hidden under the cloak showed an extremely manic look, and he suddenly held the wand in the black robe, but he still tried his best to endure it.

"Then I'll come again next time." The man took a deep look at the guard, as if to remember him.

Voldemort coaxed Umbridge and gained a lot of convenience, and now he is also very interested in the secrets of the Ministry of Magic, and wants to obtain those information in an open and honest way to satisfy his voyeuristic desire.

But when he was stopped, he did not expect that the minister's power would also be invalid.

He couldn't forcibly break in, or he had concerns, and the benefits and risks could not be balanced.

Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts now, he is now in the Ministry of Magic in terms of organization.

That means that the old man may appear here at any time.

It's just that Voldemort didn't mind giving them a small lesson when he was capable.

he left.

"Oh? Noel, who is that?" A middle-aged man then walked up to the guard, looked at Voldemort who was leaving, and asked a little strangely.

"Who knows? This place is so weird that no one wants to come, that is, the little people on the fringe have to come and stand guard." The man named Noel, a tall, bald man, said boredly.

"Arthur, behind you..." Noel's face suddenly showed a very frightened expression, a stone guard statue seemed to dissolve, and then quickly turned into a giant blue python.

"Behind, what's behind?" Arthur Weasley asked in surprise.

"Why is it a little cold?" He touched his face, as if something was licking him.

That is the letter of the snake.

"Arthur, don't move!" Noel screamed.

Noel vaguely remembered saying that encountering pythons would only arouse their ferocity.

Whether it is correct or not is still a matter of choice, but the most important thing is that this is a snake produced by Transfiguration. All actions obey the command of the master. The bloodthirsty and cruel characteristics are in the same vein as his master.

It seems like a joke to expect it to be merciful.