Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The exam date is getting closer and closer, and Harry has been in a state of fear. He is afraid that Voldemort will suddenly appear, because he feels that Voldemort can steal the Philosopher's Stone at any time, and he almost has no mood to study. , even when reading a book is often distracted.

"Harry, to be honest, I think we should report it to the headmaster and professors immediately." Ron already knew what they had seen and heard in the Forbidden Forest. "I never believed a single word of that Slytherin." As he said that, he 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 won't tell You-Know-Who," Hermione whispered.

"You actually speak for that Slytherin?" Ron seemed incomprehensible.

"He didn't lie to us about Norbert before, did he?" Hermione said.

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

Hermione didn't know how to answer him.

"Don't talk about it." Harry buried his head in the book, as if he didn't want to think about these things anymore. His scars had been stinging from time to time since he came back from the Forbidden Forest, and he couldn't sleep well at night, Neville. It was even suspected that he had exam phobia because he always woke up screaming.

No matter how much the academic bullies look forward to, and how much the scumbags hate it, the final exam is finally here.

Whether it's making a pineapple tap dance across a desk, turning a mouse into a snuff box, or telling the recipe for the forgetting potion, it's hard enough for Malfoy to graduate, let alone Speaking of courses that only require memorization, such as the history of magic course.

At any rate, everyone was freed when Professor Binns' ghost told them to put down their quills and roll up the parchment.

The trio got together after the exam, and Harry said his head was still a little sore, while Ron suggested going to Hagrid's cabin to relax.

"Oops." Harry seemed to think of something at the mention of Hagrid, and his face turned pale. "There will never be a random coincidence," he said.

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

"I have to find him out now." Harry hurriedly dragged the two towards Hagrid's cabin.

Hagrid's words were easy to catch, Harry confirmed his thoughts, and Hermione and Ron's faces turned pale in an instant.

"That man was either Snape or You-Know-Who," said Hermione, shaking.

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

"We had to go by ourselves," Harry said helplessly.

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

"I know, if I ask about these things again, I'll deduct points or get fired." Harry's expression became a little crazy: "So what? If Voldemort really comes back to the House Cup, what's the point of it, Huo Gwartz will be in ruins, razed to the ground, and maybe we'll all die, and if I fail to stop him today, maybe die sooner."

"You're right, Harry." Hermione nodded.

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

"Me too," Hermione said quickly.

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

"What's more terrifying than death? Harry," Hermione said softly, and she paused, "and Professor Flitwick just told me secretly that I got a hundred and twelve in his exam. Score. With such a high score, they are reluctant to drive me away."

"What about me?" Ron whimpered.

This sentence made the three of them laugh.

The tense atmosphere actually eased a little.

After dinner, they sneaked away from others and sat in the common room. No one pays attention to them, and certainly no one wants to pay attention to them. When basically all the classmates fell asleep, Harry ran upstairs to get his invisibility cloak, and when he returned to the lounge, he was found by Neville, who was still still asleep.

"You're breaking school rules again!" Neville exclaimed.

"All petrified!" Hermione pointed her wand directly at Neville. "I'm sorry, Neville," she whispered, then to the two of them, "We're running out of time, and now Snape doesn't know where we're going, we have to hurry."

"Yeah." The other two nodded.

As for Neville now lying upright on the ground, his body was stiff, and he looked as stiff as a plank.

In the middle, they dodged Peeves and Mrs. Norris, and frightened Peeves by the way. Finally, I walked outside the corridor on the fourth floor - the door had already opened a crack.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, the big dog started barking. They saw a harp on the ground, and they knew they had to speed up, with Snape ahead of them.

Harry took out the Christmas present Hagrid had given him, a flute, and he began to play, out of tune, and slowly the big dog's barking ceased - it wobbled. After shaking a few times, he knelt down when his knees softened, and then fell to the floor and fell into a deep sleep.

Then Harry probed the path first, and the two jumped down. They were thankful that there was a pile of plants here to cushion them, but they found that these long vines were entangled in their legs.

"Oh no!" the two boys screamed.

"Burning flames." Hermione raised her wand, pointed at the pile of plants, and cast a spell. Blue bellflower-like flames shot out from the wand. In just a few seconds, the two boys felt the vines She flinched from the light and warmth, letting go of her entanglement. The plants twisted and twitched, automatically loosening their tendrils, and Harry and Ron finally broke free.

"Hermione, you're amazing," Harry praised, and Ron next to him spoke up. "Yeah, by the way, how did you know this thing is afraid of fire?"

"It's all covered in class, don't you know?" Hermione said unnaturally.

Not only was it spoken in class, but similar words appeared on the note that Malfoy gave her: "The Devil's Web is most afraid of fire." The few words on the paper were mindless, and there were a few spells, Hermione was more impressed by this than the IQ taught in the class.

"Did he know then that we were going to steal the Philosopher's Stone?" Hermione shuddered, then said to herself, "It's just a coincidence, a coincidence."

But what happened next she could no longer tell was a coincidence.

The three of them made their way down the slope to the end of the corridor, and in front of them was a brightly lit room with a high vaulted ceiling. Countless little birds, as dazzling as gems, were flying around the room with their wings flapping. There was a heavy wooden door across the room.

Then Harry grabbed a silver key with ease, and they continued to walk forward and entered the second room. It was dark before entering, but after entering, the lights were suddenly bright, and they saw a huge chessboard. A large pile of chess pieces stood on the chessboard, and these pieces were much taller than themselves. How to get through this door? There is only one answer. After winning the game of chess, you can go over.

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 game. Harry was a novice. Although Hermione had a good IQ, he was not good at this. Peaceful, but when the White Queen viciously knocked the knight to the floor and dragged it out of the chessboard, all three had shocked expressions on their faces.

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

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

"There are many obstacles!" Hermione suddenly raised her wand and pointed at the White Queen. Suddenly, the swift arm of the white queen became sluggish, like slow motion, unable to smash down.

"Harry, what are you still in a daze, I can't hold on for long." Hermione hurriedly shouted to Harry, who seemed to be stunned by this change. Trembling, he moved three spaces to the left. The White King took the crown off his head and threw it at Harry's feet. They won.

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

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

"Yes, we're running out of time," Harry said hastily, and the three of them hurried down a corridor, bypassing a troll who had been seriously injured, and came to a table with seven bottle.

Hermione quickly deduced the purpose of all the potions in the bottle. Harry told the two of them to go back and report, while he drank the potion that could pass through the black flames.

The biting cold made him resist the black flames. He couldn't see anything, only the black flames in front of him-then, he smoothly came to the other side and entered the last room.

"No!" As soon as Harry entered, he saw a scene that left him stunned. There was already a man in it - not Snape, not even Voldemort, the man held up a rock, Harry Recognized him, he was Quirrell.

Quirrell seemed to notice him, the back of his head turned, and Harry heard, "Master, your strength isn't back yet." It was Quirrell's voice.

"It's enough for me to act now, give me the right to use my body." It was a sharp voice.

There were two voices in one body, and Harry couldn't help shivering.

The big scarf was eased, and there was a face on the back of Quirrell's head, which Harry had never seen before. The color of the face was as dead as chalk, the red eyes glowed, and below it were two slender nostrils like snakes.

Suddenly, that face began to laugh loudly. Words such as mad laughter, madness, madness, etc. can be used in his smile. The already ugly face showed such a twisted expression again, and he kept waving his hands, which made Harry feel sick, and then fear: "He got the Philosopher's Stone, he is Voldemort, I will Are you going to die?" His thoughts began to drift, he felt that a death curse would be shot at him in the next moment, he regretted not learning a few more defense spells, but remembered that the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts was also Voldemort's. He thought about it, but he didn't usher in death.

He plucked up the courage to look at Voldemort and saw that the stone in his hand was turning into powder little by little, slipping from his palm to the ground.

"No!" As if the dream was broken, he let out a hoarse and shrill cry, he regained his senses, but his expression became more and more hideous, and he looked at Harry.

Harry said to himself, "I don't know why he destroyed the Philosopher's Stone, although I may die, but it's enough." Then he sank into darkness, stunned or cursed. hit, it's unknown.

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