Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

　　 "You said, why was Hagrid's class delayed?" At the dinner time on the first day of school, Ron asked two of his friends at the table at Gryffindor.

"I don't know." Harry said with some frustration. If nothing unexpected happened, this afternoon's class should be Hagrid's "Magic Biology Conservation Class". Although to be honest, Harry was not very impressed by this course. Interested, but out of encouragement to Hagrid, they still hope to go to his class as soon as possible to help him, because they know that Slytherin should be in class with Gryffindor, if they are not, the generous Hagrid What might it be like to be bullied.

　　 "Maybe it's a dementor." Hermione tentatively stated her reasoning.

　　Harry couldn't help but tremble, but asked: "Hagrid encountered Dementors at school? Then we should go and find Professor Dumbledore!"

　　 The other students of Gryffindor turned their heads to look at them, and no one would not be afraid and disgusted with the monsters.

　　 "No no no." Hermione hurriedly denied that she didn't want to bear the guilty of rumours, and deducting points as soon as the school started was really not good news.

"I mean..." Hermione tilted her head to recall, and then continued: "The magical creature Hagrid keeps may have been affected by the dementors." Since Harry was attacked by the dementors, After that, she checked the dementors' data in her free time.

"The dementors feed on happy emotions. Generally, only people have complex emotions, so everyone will subconsciously think that their hunting targets are only people. This is indeed the case in most cases, because most animal thoughts are a bit confusing. But there are exceptions.” Hermione glanced at the dedicated students around her. Even Ravenclaw’s students raised their heads. She couldn’t help being proud and said in a higher tone: “Some animals’ Thinking is close to the wizard, but the level of intelligence is relatively low, so it may also be used by dementors as food."

　　 "The creatures that Hagrid raises are really likely to suffer." Harry murmured, but he had a deep understanding of the strange and strange creatures of Hagrid, but he had to admit that those creatures were indeed very spiritual.

　　 "Yeah." Hermione nodded. The group of dementors were also stationed in the Forbidden Forest. It was normal for Hagrid's creatures to be affected.

"Look at my poor spot, it must have been affected, he was thin again." Ron glanced at his pet curled up under the table, and it hurts again. In his opinion, his mouse was very spiritual. .

"Crook Hill's condition is not very good." With her cheeks, Hermione had no appetite for the rich meals in front of her. Her big **** cat was also very clever, and half of the cats were The son's blood can instinctively distinguish good from evil.

　　 "Don't mention your fat cat?" Ron said disgustedly. He keenly felt that the spotted trembling in fear after hearing the cat's name.

　　 "It's called Crookshank, not a fat cat." Hermione said word by word, her expression very serious. She hoped her friend would recognize her pet, but this wish seemed difficult to fulfill.

　　 "I don't care about this kind of problem, I just hope you can lock your cat in the dormitory." Ron's tone became terrible, and the slightly relaxed relationship seemed to crack again.

　　 "It doesn't have to worry about you." Hermione said angrily.

"Professor Trelawney is right, some people are born with auras that are not right. I guess the cat, like its owner, is not smart enough to let Dementors take it." Ron also looked up. Then, I just flipped on what Professor Trelawney said in the morning divination class. Ron, who is not as good at learning as Hermione, felt that only in this respect could he have the upper hand.

Seeing that the smell of gunpowder was getting heavier, Harry hurriedly kicked Ron under the table~www.readwn.com~ and not to mention who was right or wrong for this matter, now Ron did too much, just Even Professor McGonagall sneered at Professor Trelawney’s course, but Ron still attacked Hermione with this, not to mention that they still want good friends, and the hurtful words of those who care will always stay in their hearts. Deeper scars.

"You don't need to go to this useless class. Compared with my arithmetic divination class, this class is not as good as rubbish." Hermione's chest undulated sharply, her face flushed red, obviously by Ron. After a few words got angry, he immediately retorted and dropped the knife and fork in his hand to the table. The force was so heavy that the table was shaken a few times, and the minced meat and carrots in the dinner plate Flying everywhere.

　　 "My aura is not right?" Hermione repeated Ron's words in a seemingly questionable tone.

　　 At this time, she was very angry, and her always calm mind also started to heat up.

"Then let me be the one with the wrong aura to make a prediction for our Mr. Ron Weasley." Hermione amplified her voice. "You, red-haired boy, there will be a **** disaster tomorrow!" Hermione stared at Ron, holding the table tightly, imitating it in the low tone of Professor Trelawney.

　　 is more like a curse than prophecy.

　　 Then Hermione grabbed the schoolbag and walked out of the auditorium without looking back.

　　 "She was crying." Harry stared blankly at Hermione's back and saw her walking quickly while raising the long sleeve of her right hand. He guessed it was Hermione's tears wiping off the corner of her eyes.

　　 "It seems that I will definitely have good luck tomorrow." Ron frowned, but still laughed strongly, he hit Harry with his arm: "Harry, do you say that?"

　　Harry was expressionless, he didn't think Ron would really be lucky.