Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The knocked-out Neville was only found in the corner of the Gryffindor lounge after the first lesson in the morning.

Just after Christmas, the Weasley brothers dressed him up as a Christmas tree full of gifts before leaving to hide their eyes and ears.

I have to say, it was very effective and lasted a lot of time.

After being rescued, Neville didn't even bother to remove the ribbons completely, so he stumbled to Professor McGonagall's office to report the situation.

"Minerva!"

In Hogwarts Castle, there was a hurried knock on the door outside the Vice-Chancellor's office.

"Come in." Professor McGonagall said towards the door.

The man pushed open the door and entered, his long black hair draped on both sides like a curtain, with a grayish-yellow face and black eyes in the middle.

Severus Snape.

"Weasley of Gryffindor, Potter and Granger didn't come to my Potions class today," Snape said gloomily.

When hearing the last name.

Professor McGonagall's eyebrows twitched significantly and twitched.

"I went to Flitwick again."

"The Weasley twins are gone, too," Snape said coldly.

"And a Lovegood from Ravenclaw."

This was learned from Professor Spoutlaw.

That's enough evidence of planned, organized skipping.

An ominous premonition rose in Professor McGonagall's mind.

Those eagle-like eyebrows tangled.

The first reaction was not to get angry, but to think about it.

Hermione's participation gave her reason to wonder about the veracity of Harry's previous words.

"Ministry of Magic, Ministry of Magic..." Professor McGonagall murmured, frowning, recalling what Harry had said not long ago.

Snape put his hands behind his back, expressionless.

If what Harry said is true,

That might be deadly enough.

She glanced at Snape at this time, the man's expression was as usual, and he couldn't see anything for the time being.

"Everyone deducts 100 points for their own college." Professor McGonagall said coldly.

In an instant, Gryffindor's hourglass score dropped directly to the bottom in the huge hourglass that recorded the score of the Academy Cup.

Slytherin is far ahead.

"Also, Severus, come with me and call Filius again." Professor McGonagall got up immediately, ready to walk out the door.

"Classes without teachers, self-study temporarily." Professor McGonagall quickly made arrangements.

The clanging sound of silver jewelry came abruptly from outside the door.

Trelawney, wearing her odd accessories, slammed open the wooden door of Professor McGonagall's office.

"I'm going too." Professor Trelawney said shyly, waving his hands at the same time, looking a little scared.

"You?" Professor McGonagall's eyes narrowed.

"With bad luck, we may encounter some battles..." Professor McGonagall stopped before finishing her words.

As soon as she heard the word battle, Professor Trelawney's feet subconsciously softened, and it was Professor Flitwick, who had just arrived, who carried her at the door, and she did not fall.

"I'll pay attention," Trelawney said stubbornly, even so.

"Sybil! You're not good at fighting," said Professor McGonagall sternly.

"I have a hunch that there will be a major event that will subvert the magic world soon. I want to make a prediction to guide us in the right direction."

"What?" Professor McGonagall's face was a little surprised.

Although I always disliked Trelawney's predictions, for some reason, Professor McGonagall did not mock her this time.

Then she glanced again at the old clock hanging on the wall. The point of the rusty pointer on it was telling her that she should not waste time.

Even if everything is fake, it is impossible to let a few students leave the school. The current wizarding world is not at all peaceful.

"Follow yourself if you want." Her majestic gaze swept over Trelawney's body and stepped out of the office, followed by Flitwick and Snape.

And all this, everyone who has arrived at the entrance of the magic department is not aware of it.

The network of Floo fans is much faster than their broomsticks.

With a "click", the transparent glass door of the phone booth was pulled open.

A group of people got in, and the boys crowded around the edge to make room for the girls.

"6...2...4...4...2..." Hermione stretched her arm towards the dial and dialed the number.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Luna Lovegood." Hermione spoke quickly , against the clock.

"Headmaster Pierce Sinkness called us here to provide information to the current Minister of Magic, Ms. Dolores Umbridge." She lied without changing her face.

Fred and George quietly held out their thumbs, while Luna stared at the strange phone carefully.

"Thank you," said the indifferent voice.

"Guests, please pick up the badge and don't stand in front of your clothes."

Six badges slipped out of the metal chute that was supposed to eject coins. Hermione picked them up, picked them up, and shared them among her companions.

"Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

"Got it!" Harry exclaimed, a sudden pain in his scar. "Can we move now?"

The floor of the phone booth shook suddenly, the pavement outside gradually rose past the window, the darkness closed over their heads, and with a dull grinding sound, they descended into the depths of the Ministry of Magic.

A thin golden light shone on their feet, wider and wider, moving to them.

In such a cramped space, Harry grabbed his wand, crouched down as much as he could and peered out through the glass to see if anyone was waiting for them in the main hall, which seemed to be empty. The light was a little dimmer than it was during the day; there was no fire in the mantelpiece built into the wall, but when the lift came to a smooth stop, he saw that on the dark blue canopy the golden symbol was still incessantly and irregularly. wiggling.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a good evening," said the woman's voice.

The door of the phone booth slammed open and Harry stumbled out, followed by the Weasleys, then Hermione and Luna, and finally Ron.

The only sound that could be heard in the main hall was the constant rush of water from the golden fountain, which spewed incessantly from the wands of witches and wizards, from the arrows of centaurs, from the tips of goblin hats and from the ears of house-elves. in a circular pool.

They ran towards the security checkpoint, where a man sat, concealed under a cloak.

An invisible wall blocked their way, as if hitting an inflated sphere, bouncing them back a few steps.

"Okay, students who are truant, it's time to go back to class." A tired and tired voice came from the cloak.

Then he took off his cloak, revealing his true face.

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