Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The test date was getting closer and closer, and Harry was in a state of fear. He was afraid that one day Voldemort suddenly appeared because he felt that Voldemort could steal Philosopher’s Stone at any time, and he almost missed his review. Even reading a book is often taking pictures.

“Harry, to be honest, I think we should immediately reflect to the headmaster and the professors.” Ron already knows what they saw and heard in Forbidden Forest. “I never believed in even one sentence of the Slytherin.” He said that he also patted the table in front of him to show that the situation was serious.

“They won’t believe it.” Harry shook his head.

“Malfoy, he won’t tell you guys,” Hermione whispered.

“You actually talk to the Slytherin?” Ron couldn’t understand.

“He didn’t lie to us before Norbert, isn’t it?” Hermione said.

“That’s just his strategy. Think about it, you know who is coming back, how happy his father will be!”

Hermione didn’t know how to answer him.

“Don’t say it.” Harry buried his head in the book. He didn’t seem to want to think about it anymore. His car had been stabbing from time to time since coming back from Forbidden Forest, and even sleeping at night, Neville even suspected. He got the test phobia because he always woke up in screams.

No matter how much the study tyrants look forward to, how disgusting the study dregs are, the final exam is finally here.

Whether it’s making a pineapple dance tap dance through a desk, turning a mouse into a snuff box, or talking about the potting process of forgetting potion, it’s hard to say that Malfoy has graduated enough, let alone Those courses that only need mere memory, such as the A History of Magic course.

Anyway, when the ghost of the Professor Binns told them to put down the quill and roll up the parchment of the answer, everyone was liberated.

Trio got together after the exam, Harry said his head was still a little bit painful, and Ron suggested going to Hagrid’s cabin to relax.

“It’s awful.” When it comes to Hagrid, what Harry seems to think of, his face is graceful white. “There will be no coincidences for no reason,” he said.

“Harry, what are you talking about?” Ron was puzzled.

“I have to find him now.” Harry hurriedly pulled the two to the Hagrid’s cabin.

Hagrid’s words were easy to put in, Harry confirmed his thoughts, and Hermione and Ron’s face turned white.

“That person is not Snape or you know who.” Hermione trembled.

“We have to hurry to find Headmaster Dumbledore, maybe the Centaur can testify for us.” So their entire group went to the headmaster office, and the results were obvious, they touched the nose. They had to run out of the stone steps.

“We can only go by ourselves,” Harry said helpless.

“Harry, Professor McGonagall just said…” Ron wanted to persuade, but was interrupted.

“I know, I’ll ask about these things or deduct points, or fire.” Harry’s expression was a little crazy: “What about that? Voldemort If you really came back to the house cup, what’s the point, Hogwarts will Become ruins, be razed to the ground, maybe we all will die, if I stop him from failing today, maybe it will die early.”

“You are right, Harry.” Hermione ordered nodded.

“I will accompany you, Harry,” Ron said.

“Me too,” Hermione said quickly.

“I can’t drag you down.” Harry shook his head.

“What better than terrifying than death? Harry.” Hermione whispered, she paused: “And Professor Flitwick just secretly told me that I got 112 points in his homework exam. With such a high score, they are I am reluctant to drive me away.”

“What about me?” Ron uttered a mourning.

This sentence is to make everyone laugh, and the nervous atmosphere has eased.

After dinner, they sneaked away from others and sat in the common room. No one cares about them, of course no one wants to pay attention to them. By the time all of the students had fallen asleep, Harry ran upstairs to get his invisibility cloak and returned to the common room, but was discovered by Neville, who was still asleep.

“You have to violate the rules of the school!” Neville loudly said.

“Petrificus Totalus!” Hermione points wand directly to Neville. “I’m sorry, Neville,” she whispered, then said to the two: “We don’t have time, now Snape doesn’t know where to go, we have to hurry.”

“Yeah.” The other two ordered nodded.

As for Neville, he is now lying on the ground, stiff and looks like a wooden board.

In the middle they escaped Peeves, and Mrs. Norris, and by the way scared Peeves. Finally went to the corridor on the fourth floor – the door has been opened.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, the big dog began to arrogant. They saw a harp on the ground, they knew they had to speed up, and Snape was in front of them.

Harry took out the gift that Christmas Hagrid gave him, a flute, and he began to blow up, picking up the notes of each and everyone, and the scream of the slow dog stopped – it swayed After a few swaying, the knees were soft and squatted, then plopped down on the floor and fell asleep.

Then Harry first explored the path, and the two followed and jumped. They were glad that there were a bunch of plants giving them room to cushion, only to find that these long vines entangled their legs.

“Oh, no!” the two boys screamed.

“Incendio.” Hermione raised the wand and pointed to the pile of plants with a magic, blue bellflower-like flame ejected from the wand. In just a few seconds, the two boys felt the vines retreating to escape. Light and warm, loosened the entanglement of them. The plants twisted, twitched, and automatically loosened the tendrils around them, and Harry and Ron finally broke free.

“Hermione, you are so amazing.” Harry praised Ron, who was next to him. “Yeah, yes, how do you know that this stuff is afraid of fire?”

“There are words in class, don’t you know?” Hermione said something unnaturally.

Not only in class, but also on the note that Malfoy gave her: “Devil’s Snare is the most afraid of fire.” A few words on the paper are boring, and there are a few spells, Hermione. In this regard, it is even more impressive than the IQ that the class uploads.

“When did he know that we were going to steal Philosopher’s Stone?” Hermione trembled and then said to herself: “This is just a coincidence, coincidence.”

However, the next thing she can no longer tell is that it is a coincidence.

The three of them went down the hill and came to the end of the corridor. In front of it was a brightly lit room with a high vaulted ceiling. Countless glamorous little birds like gems, flapping their wings in the room everywhere in Mobiliarbus. There is a thick wooden door across the room.

Then Harry grabbed a silver key easily, and they continued to move forward, entered the second room, and went dark before entering, but suddenly they turned brightly after entering, they saw a huge chessboard, a large The pile of chess pieces stands on the chessboard, and these pieces are much taller than themselves. How to pass this door? There is only one answer. After the game is won, it will pass.

The three of them started playing black, replacing a knight, a bishop and a castle. Among them, Ron had the best chess, Harry was a newbie, and Hermione was not good at this because of his good IQ. The Early Stage was peaceful. But when the White King fiercely knocked the knight on the floor and dragged out the board, the faces of the three people all showed a shocked look.

“Sacrifice is a must, Harry, I have to be eaten,” Ron said after clearing Harry and Hermione.

“Ron, wait!” Harry dissuaded, and Ron had already stepped out and took a step forward. The White Queen immediately rushed over. She raised her stone arm and squatted down.

“Impedimenta!” Hermione suddenly raised the wand and pointed to the White Queen. Suddenly, the white arm’s swift arm has become sluggish, like slow motion, and it can’t be delayed.

“Harry, what are you still doing, I can’t hold on for a long time.” Hermione yelled at Harry, and Harry seemed to be shocked by the change. He was trembling and moved three squares to the left. The White King took off the crown on his head and threw it at Harry’s feet. They won.

“Hermione, how did you do that?” Ron avoided a catastrophe, gasping for a big mouth.

“Don’t worry so much, let’s go.” Hermione didn’t know how to explain it, only to transfer the topic.

“Yeah, we don’t have time,” Harry said in a hurry, and the three hurried to the next corridor, bypassing a long-scarred Troll and coming to the front of a table with seven bottles.

Hermione quickly figured out the role of potion in all the bottles. Harry asked the two of them to go back and report, and they drank the bottle of medicine that passed through the black flame.

The bitter cold made him resist the black flame. He couldn’t see anything. There was only a black flame in front of him – then he went smoothly to the other side and entered the last room.

“No!” Harry saw a scene that made him see his lips as he entered. There was already someone there – not Snape, not even Voldemort, the man raised a stone and Harry recognized him. Come, he is Quirrell.

Quirrell seemed to notice him, his head turned and Harry heard: “Master, your physical strength has not recovered yet.” This is the voice of Quirrell.

“Now that I am part of my action, give me the right to use the body.” This is a sharp voice.

There were two voices in one body, and Harry couldn’t help but shiver coldly.

The big scarf was relieved, and in the place where Quirrell was supposed to have a face, Harry had never seen such a horrible face. The color of the face died like a chalk, and the red-eyed eyes let out the light. Below are two narrow nostrils like snakes.

Suddenly, the face began to burst into laughter, laughter, madness, madness and the like can be used on his smile, his hand glaring at the stone, like the illusion of seeing it, that The already ugly face of the face showed such a distorted expression. His hands waved constantly, making Harry feel a disgusting, disgusting and then fear: “He got Philosopher’s Stone, he is Voldemort, I am going to die. “What?” His thoughts began to drift. He felt that a Killing Curse would shoot at him in the next moment. He regretted not learning a few defensive spells, but he remembered that the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts was also Voldemort. He thought about West, but he did not greet death.

He took the courage to look at Voldemort and found that the stone in his hand was turned into a powder a little bit, slipping from his palm to the ground.

“No!” It seemed that the dream was broken. He gave a hoarse and sorrowful sorrow. He recovered his mind, and his expression became more and more stunned. He looked at Harry.

Harry said to himself: “Philosopher’s Stone doesn’t know why he was destroyed by himself, although I might die, but it’s enough.” Then he sank into the darkness, was scared, or was hit by spells. In the middle, this is not known.