Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The date of the examination is getting closer and closer. Harry has been in a state of fear. He is afraid of which day Voldemort will suddenly appear, because he feels that Voldemort can steal the magic stone at any time, and he almost has no mood to review. , Even when reading books, they are often distracted.

　　 "Harry, to be honest, I think we should immediately report to the principals and professors." Ron already knew what they saw and heard in the Forbidden Forest. "I never believed that Slytherin even said a word." He said he also patted the table in front of him to show the seriousness of the situation.

　　 "They won't believe it." Harry shook his head.

　　 "Malfoy, he will not tell the mysterious man." Hermione whispered.

　　 "Are you actually talking to that Slytherin?" Ron seemed incomprehensible.

　　 "He didn't lie to us before the Norber thing, did he?" Hermione said.

　　 "That's just his strategy, think about it, how happy his father would be when the mysterious man is back!"

　　Hermione didn't know how to answer him.

"Don't say it." Harry buried his head in the book, as if he didn't want to think about these things any more. His scars stung from time to time since returning from the Forbidden Forest, and he couldn't sleep well at night, Neville He even suspected that he had an exam phobia because he always woke up in a scream.

　　No matter how much the tyrants look forward to and how disgusted the scumbags, the final exam is finally here.

Whether it is to make a pineapple dance and tap across a desk, or to turn a mouse into a snuff box, or to say the procedure of forgotten potion, it is hard to fail Malfoy, who has already graduated enough, not to mention Say those courses that only need memory, such as the history of magic.

　　 Anyway, when Prof. Binns’ ghost asked them to put down their quills and roll up the parchment that was answered, everyone was liberated.

　　Three people from the Iron Triangle got together after the exam. Harry said his head was still aching, and Ron suggested going to Hagrid's cabin to relax.

　　 "Well." Mentioning Hagrid, Harry seemed to think of something, his face pale. "There will never be a coincidence for no reason," he said.

　　 "Harry, what are you talking about." Ron was puzzled.

　　 "I must find him now." Harry hurriedly rushed the two towards Hagrid's hut.

　　 Hagrid's words were easily applied. Harry confirmed his thoughts, and Hermione's and Ron's faces turned instantly white.

　　 "That man is either Snape or a mysterious man." Hermione said with a trembling voice.

　　 "We have to find Headmaster Dumbledore quickly, and maybe the Centaur can testify for us." So they ran to the headmaster's office again, and it was obvious that they touched their noses. They had to run to the stone steps outside.

　　 "We can only go by ourselves." Harry said helplessly.

　　 "Harry, Professor McGonagall said..." Ron tried to persuade, but was interrupted.

"I know, if you ask about these things again, you will be penalized or expelled from running around." Harry looked a little crazy. "What about then? What's the point if Voldemort really came back to the College Cup, Huo?" Gwarts will be ruined and razed to the ground. Maybe we will all die. If I stop him from failing today, maybe he will die earlier."

　　 "You are right, Harry." Hermione nodded.

　　 "I'll accompany you, Harry." Ron said.

　　 "Me too." Hermione said quickly.

　　 "I can't drag you down." Harry shook his head quickly.

"What could be more terrible than death? Harry." Hermione whispered, and she paused: "And Professor Flitwick secretly told me that I got one hundred and twelve in his exam for that subject. Points. With such a high score, they are reluctant to drive me away."

　　 "What about me?" Ron wailed.

　　 actually laughed at all three people, and the tense atmosphere eased a bit.

After dinner, they sneaked away from others and sat in the common room. No one cares about them, and of course no one wants to care about them. After basically all the students fell asleep, Harry ran upstairs to get his cloak and returned to the lounge, but was found by Neville who was still asleep.

　　 "You are going to violate school rules again!" Neville said loudly.

　　 "All petrochemicals!" Hermione pointed the wand directly at Neville. "I'm sorry, Neville," she whispered, and then said to the two: "We have no time, and now Snape doesn't know where he is going, we have to hurry."

　　 "Well." The other two nodded.

　　As for Neville, he was lying on the ground straight and stiff, and he looked like a plank.

　　 In the middle they escaped Pippi again, and Mrs. Loris, by the way, also frightened Pippi. Finally he walked out of the corridor on the fourth floor-the door had already opened a slit.

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

Harry took out the gift given to him by Christmas Hagrid, a flute, and he began to blow up, popping out untuned notes, slowly the barking of the big dog stopped-it wobbled After shaking for a while, my knees fell on my knees, and then I fell to the floor and fell asleep.

　　 Then Harry first explored the way, and the two of them jumped down. They were glad that there was a pile of plants to give them room for buffering, but they found that these long vines were entangled in their legs.

　　 "Oh no!" the two boys screamed.

"Flame." Hermione raised her wand and pointed at the pile of plants to cast a magic spell. Blue bellflower-like flames sprayed from the wand. Within a few seconds, the two boys felt the vines Withdrawing from the light and warmth, they loosened their entanglement. The plants twisted and twitched, automatically loosening the tendrils wrapped around them, and Harry and Ron finally broke free.

　　 "Hermione, you are so amazing." Harry praised, and Ron next to him was also talking aside. "Yeah, by the way, how do you know this thing is afraid of fire?"

　　 "There are talks in class, don't you know?" Hermione said a little unnaturally.

More than what was said in class, similar words appeared on the note that Malfoy gave her: "The Devil's Web is most afraid of fire." There were few words on the paper, and a few spells, Instead, Hermione was more impressed than the IQ taught in the class.

　　 "Did he know that we were going to steal the magic stone at that time?" Hermione shuddered and then said to herself in her heart: "This is just a coincidence, a coincidence."

　　 However, she couldn't tell the next thing that it was a coincidence.

　　The three of them descended downhill to the end of the corridor. In front of them was a brightly lit room with a high vaulted ceiling. Countless small birds as dazzling as gems fluttered around the room with flapping wings. There is a heavy wooden door opposite the room.

Then Harry grabbed a silver key with ease. They continued to walk forward and entered the second room. It was dark before entering, but suddenly the lights were bright after they entered. They saw a huge chessboard. A large pile of chess pieces stands on the chessboard, and these chess pieces are much taller than themselves. How to pass this door? There is only one answer. Go past chess after winning.

The three of them started to play black chess, replacing a knight, a bishop and a castle. Among the three, Ron played the best chess. Harry was a novice. Hermione was not good at this although she had a good IQ. Peaceful, but when the White Queen fiercely knocked the knight on the floor and dragged it out of the chessboard, the faces of the three people all showed shock.

　　 "Sacrifice is a must, Harry, I must be eaten." Ron said after making a siege for Harry and Hermione.

　　 "Ron, wait!" Harry dissuaded, but Ron had already stepped out of his foot and took a step forward. The White Queen immediately rushed. She raised her stone arm and slammed it down.

　　 "Barriers!" Hermione suddenly raised her wand and pointed to the white queen. Suddenly, the queen's quick arm became slow, just like slow motion, the delay was unable to smash.

　　 "Harry, what are you still dazed about, I can't hold on for long." Hermione yelled to Harry quickly, and Harry seemed to be stunned by the change. Shaking all over, he moved three squares to the left. King White took off the crown on his head and threw it under Harry's feet. They won.

　　 "Hermione, how did you do it?" Ron panted for the rest of his life.

　　 "Don't worry about so much, let's go quickly." Hermione didn't know how to explain, she could only change the subject.

"Yes, we have no time." Harry said hurriedly, and then the three of them hurried to the next corridor, bypassing a monster that had been seriously injured, and came to a table with seven on it. bottle.

　　 Hermione quickly deduced the role of all the medicine in the bottle. Harry asked the two of them to report back, and he drank the bottle of medicine that could pass through the black flame.

　　 The biting cold made him resist the black flames. He could see nothing, and there was only black flames in front of him-then, he smoothly went to the other side and entered the last room.

"No!" As soon as Harry entered, he saw a scene that made him dizzy. There was already a man in it-not Snape, or even Voldemort, the man lifted a stone, Harry Recognizing him, he is Chilo.

　　 Quirrell seemed to notice him, his head turned around, and Harry heard: "Master, your physical strength has not recovered yet." This is Quirrell's voice.

　　 "Now it is enough for me to take part in action. Give me the right to use the body~www.readwn.com~ This is a sharp voice.

　　Two voices appeared in one body, and Harry could not help shaking.

　　 The big scarf was eased, and there was a face in the place that should be the back of Chilo. Harry had never seen such a terrible face. The color of that face died like chalk, red eyes glowed, and underneath were two nostrils like snakes.

Suddenly, that face began to laugh loudly, laughter, crazy, madness and other words can be used on his smile, his hand clinging to the stone, like he saw an illusion, that Zhang Such a distorted expression appeared on the face that was already ugly to the extreme. His waving hands kept making Harry feel sick for a while, and then there was fear: "He got the magic stone, he is Voldemort, I just Are you going to die?" His thoughts began to drift away. He felt that a death spell would be shot at him the next moment. He regretted not learning a few more defensive spells, but remembered that the teacher of the black magic defense class was also Lord Voldemort. He thought about it, but he did not usher in death.

　　He summoned the courage to look at Voldemort and found that the stone on his hand was turning into a powder, and slipped from his palm to the ground.

　　 "No!" It seemed that the dream was broken. He let out a hoarse and sharp wailing, he recovered his wit, and the expression became more and more cruel, he looked at Harry.

Harry said to himself: "The Magic Stone didn't know why he was destroyed by himself. Although I might die, it was enough." Then he sank into the darkness, whether he was frightened or spelled. Hit, this is unknown ~www.readwn.com~Welcome book readers to visit, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all in ~www.readwn.com~Mobile phone users please go to read.