Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

At this time, Harry wanted to get out of the dream and wake up, but inexplicably found that he couldn't help himself again.

"Severus, you don't have to ask, I already know."

The name made his spirit tremble sharply.

The scene distorted again, and Harry found himself sitting high up on a cold chair, holding the armrests on both sides of the seat, rubbing slowly, and the coolness was refreshing.

He was looking down at everything in front of him.

And the black-robed man I saw in the dream last time raised his head and revealed his true face.

The sallow face of the man under the cloak, the dark eyes, and the deep bitterness of bitterness were revealed at this time.

It was the man he hated more than anything, his Potions teacher, Severus Snape.

This made Harry completely awake.

That was Snape, the man he hated the most.

He opened his eyes, and the ceiling caught his eye. It was already morning. He hurriedly pulled off a piece of clothing and put it on, picked up his wand, and hurriedly pushed open the door without even bothering to button it. , ran all the way, and rushed towards Professor McGonagall's office.

Several students in the Gryffindor lounge looked at Harry in amazement.

It's not even time for breakfast yet, so there are only a few people.

The fat lady at the door was startled, and hurriedly pulled her pajamas.

"Professor McGonagall." Harry shuffled through the corridors, shouting non-stop, slamming the wooden door of her office, and then the door creaked open suddenly, and he nearly lost his balance again and fell forward.

"Potter? What's the matter, panic?" Professor McGonagall was lying down not long ago, holding a quill in his hand, not knowing what he was writing.

Presumably as a vice-principal, there are some trivial things to deal with.

After being disturbed by Harry, the old lady raised her head, subconsciously frowned, and looked at Harry, who was a little embarrassed.

She really didn't like this flamboyant behavior.

"Dumbledore is dueling Grindelwald, at the Ministry of Magic, just after Christmas.

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Harry panted, his words startling.

"What conspiracy is Voldemort planning, he may collude with Grindelwald to target Professor Dumbledore!"

Harry continued.

"Potter, you may have to ask Mrs. Pomfrey to prescribe some medicine. You seem to be in a bad mood, maybe you haven't woken up yet?" Professor McGonagall took a long time to finish chewing the message from Harry's mouth. , and then, of course, it was directly judged that it was his sleeplessness.

She took out the cabinet in front of her, rummaged a few times, and took out a sealed iron box with simple patterns engraved on it.

Then threw it to Harry.

Harry caught it subconsciously, shook it a few times, and made a rattling sound inside.

"By the way, these are a few ginger salamander cookies. Would you like to try them? Maybe it will relax a lot, and it is said that it can cure insomnia." Professor McGonagall suggested kindly.

"It might be better to eat," she continued to Harry, then turned away to go to her business.

"Professor McGonagall, my brain is very clear." Harry was a little angry, and then emphasized.

"Snape betrayed Dumbledore, I saw it with my own eyes! And Umbridge, she's colluded with Voldemort too!" Harry exclaimed.

"You saw it? And Umbridge?"

"Conversation between You-Know-Who and Severus?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes, which were deep in their sockets due to aging, widened, turned his head again, stared at Harry with majesty, and quickly responded.

"Oh, that's impossible. You-Know-Who won't come to Hogwarts as long as Dumbledore is alive."

"You must be hallucinating."

"As for Umbridge, she's the Minister of Magic..." Professor McGonagall rubbed her withered fingers on her temples.

"Well, Potter, I know that Professor Snape occasionally makes things difficult for you, and the two of you don't have a good relationship, but that's not why you can slander him."

"Every professor deserves respect, even if you don't like him." Professor McGonagall hesitated for a second or two when he said this.

Maybe it was thinking of a certain prophecy professor.

Professor McGonagall now thinks he's talking nonsense.

"Maybe I need to limit your activities so you don't do stupid things."

"It's not very peaceful outside now." She continued to shake her head.

Professor McGonagall rambled, then turned serious.

"Argus?" she called out the door.

The aged caretaker quickly heard Professor McGonagall's call, and hurriedly hugged his beloved pet—Mrs. Norris walked in, and the other hand held a lantern that had been extinguished for an unknown amount of time.

"Cough cough." Professor McGonagall coughed twice at this time.

Then he picked up the quill, wrote a sentence on a piece of paper, and handed it over.

"Let me know."

Professor McGonagall warned Filch.

"Okay, Professor." Filch bowed to Professor McGonagall and left the office.

Sometimes, the value of people is reflected when they are entrusted.

"Okay, Harry, don't worry about Professor Dumbledore, you should worry about your studies now." Professor McGonagall supported his thin black mirror frame at this time.

"According to my observation, if you want to become an Auror, you still need to work hard, at least four subjects must be excellent."

At this time, Professor McGonagall picked up a sheet from her desk, which recorded the grades of all the students. As long as she swiped her finger, the ink on the parchment began to automatically spread out and condensed, and she could find a certain student from All grades from admission to the present, including the honors earned or deducted points for the college.

"Your Potions are dangerous..." she said, staring at Harry's grades.

Then Professor McGonagall gave Harry an ideological education, devastated Harry for a long time, and did not let him leave until the first class was about to start.

It's just that Harry didn't listen at all.

He was now thinking about how to tell Dumbledore the news.

He immediately found Ron and Hermione to discuss countermeasures.

Only his two friends would trust him unconditionally.

Coincidentally, he bumped into them in the hallway.

So the three of them hid in a shadowy corner under a tall samurai statue and began to chat.

It's not quite appropriate to say that it is a conversation. Most of the time, Harry is talking alone.

After he confided, Hermione did not express any opinion, stood in the corridor for a while, and then suddenly said:

"Okay, Harry, it's time for us to go to the history of magic class. Today seems to be about the origins of the Umbrella Charm in the Middle Ages." Hermione winked at Harry.

Harry and Ron understood this.

Behind them, Snape dragged his long black robe down the hallway, turning a blind eye to them.

"Then we'll find a suitable place to talk about these things." Hermione raised her finger, dangled it left and right in front of Harry's eyes, and whispered quickly. 21010