Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Hermione only knows that she has to run faster, and sooner, she is now racing against Death, and maybe someone is going to die at night.

She searched for memories all the way, stumbled to the headmaster office, she knew that only Dumbledore’s Fawkes stream of tears could get rid of Basilisk’s poison, McGonagall or Flitwick professors may be able to beat Basilisk, but for snake venom may not be able to start, even Snape The potion will take time to match, and only the tears of Phoenix are the quickest way.

She thought of the scene where Malfoy had just smashed her arm almost completely by Basilisk’s fangs. The red blood with temperature even splashed on her face and felt the temperature remaining on her face. There was another dizziness in her mind.

“I made it all a mess,” she thought.

She wouldn’t be tempted to think that Malfoy was touched by her tears, and she turned her back on Voldemort. He was obviously prepared, the dragon blood was good, and the blood of Unicorn was good. The former used to win the trust of the people, the latter used to face the sudden situation like today, it is better to say that it is not because of her, perhaps now Dumbledore has easily solved Basicisk completely.

“I can only add chaos.” Hermione thought of pain, recalling the actions of Malfoy before, being ashamed of his doubts about him, and blaming himself for disrupting it.

Almost all the people in the corridor looked at Hermione with surprise, not only because she was wearing Slytherin’s robes, but also because of the blood on her face.

“What happened? How did you wear Slytherin’s robes on your body?” A hand stretched out to stop Hermione, who was responsible for the Gryffindor Prefect in the Christmas patrol corridor – Percy, he looked at Hermione with surprise, and the glasses flashed with suspicion Rays of light, could not help but ask.

As a Prefect, he must ensure the safety of the students. When the situation arises, he reports to the professors in a timely manner. Hermione was originally a regular student, but since she was with Harry and her younger brother, she was not very happy. The school rules are up.

Unexpectedly, Hermione just stopped him and pushed him away. Percy accidentally slammed back and almost fell, and a senior boy was pushed away by a junior girl. It’s really hard to accept.

“Sorry.” Hermione continued to move forward without returning. Even if she apologized, Percy did not feel much apology from it.

She continued to climb the stairs one level at a time. For the first time, she hated the school’s arrangement of the headmaster office location – 8-Layer, how much time was wasted? The big drops of sweat were drawn from her thick, unkempt brown hair, and the sweat was solidified, but she was unaware of it.

On the third floor, she saw the giant Gargoyle guard, who symbolized the dawn of victory, and remembered something like a dream.

She doesn’t know the password.

“Bibi multi-flavored beans, licorice root wand, Butterbeer …..” almost no hesitation, she began to tell her every and everyone know the food, she knows that the password set by Headmaster Dumbledore is generally a snack.

Until Hermione said “Lemon Snow Treasure”, the stone monster finally jumped to the side, the wall behind it split into two halves, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind, she immediately ran up and stood on the stairs. She was in a hurry, she felt that the automatic staircase was rising too slowly, not as good as her own legs.

She tried to keep herself from thinking about the most horrible scene. Dumbledore and her returned to the Chamber of Secrets, and there was only one Basilisk, hey, maybe the forgotten Professor Lockhart, or Basilisk, hiding back, leaving one A lifeless body.

She shook her head and tried to calm herself down.

She thought of a confident look that Malfoy had left for her, and she chose to believe him.

The ladder slowly spiraled up, and finally she saw the door with a brass door knocker. The brass door knocker in the shape of the lion’s eagle didn’t attract her attention. She just wanted to knock on the door as soon as possible. Headmaster.

She found that the door was hidden. She heard a gloomy, and her resentful voice came from inside.

“Look, Headmaster Dumbledore, I don’t think you have done the responsibility you should have done yet. How many students have been attacked?” The voice paused and said, “I thought it would only be that monster. Attacking the muggle students, but the child of the Weasley Family is also being attacked, which proves that all students are at risk.”

“That was a polite child, but because of your incompetence, he is now lying in the hospital of the school.”

“Disgusting!” Hermione couldn’t stand the man’s words. In order to achieve his goal, he pretended to praise Ron, which made Hermione suffocate, and she pushed open the hidden door.

She saw a sleek round table in the headmaster office, surrounded by people, most of them were well-dressed, she guessed these were the directors of the school, just across from her face was a calm Dumbledore, hands put On the table, ten fingertips are paired together, facing the accused, the old face full of folds is not shocking.

“Look, look at it. This is the student Dumbledore taught in the headmaster position, rude, uncultivated.” Lucius’s voice was high, the school’s other directors couldn’t hold the nodded, facing Hermione. Pointing at it, it seems to be very dissatisfied with the silly little girl who suddenly interrupted their meeting.

“My students still can’t judge you.” Dumbledore didn’t say anything, but he screamed like a thunder. He changed the image of the previous harmony, and the strong, half-moon glasses, blue eyes flashed. Sharpness is not like the rays of light that the elderly should have.

Immediately in the office, absolute silence, Lucius had a heart, but did not know why it could not be opened.

“Child, is there something wrong?” Dumbledore and sly look at Hermione, and it seems that the old man who shocked everyone with the words just now is not alone.

“Another student was attacked.” Hermione looked at Lucius and threw a sentence that made Lucius calm again: “Your son may be dying, but you still have the heart to fight for power here.”

Lucius immediately lost his calmness, his hands slammed to the table, and then snarled to Dumbledore: “If something happens to my son, I must make you look good.” Even the usual elegance It has not been maintained.

Then turned to look at Hermione and eagerly asked: “What happened in the little girl?”

Dumbledore ignored him, and Hermione didn’t support him. Dumbledore and Hermione looked at each other deeply. If someone stood in front of Hermione, he would find Hermione’s eyes a little embarrassed.

“Go.” Dumbledore got up and walked over to Hermione, grabbing her sleeve.

Then the two gradually became transparent and eventually disappeared in front of the directors of these schools.

Disapparation.

If it was normal, Lucius might use it to attack Dumbledore for privilege, because Hogwarts is not allowed to Disapparation, but today he chooses to remain silent because he knows that Dumbledore is going to save his son.

“Damn.” He slammed the wooden table in front of him. The surrounding directors felt his anger and fear. He could only sit here because the little girl of the muggle bloodline didn’t Tell him where Malfoy is going.

Lucius’s other hand gripped his serpentine cane, also exposing his inner fear.