Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy is very helpless, yes, very helpless.

Because of the initial freshness, he lost interest in most of the courses.

Will a high school student return to the primary school class to hear with keen interest pleasure? Unless he is a study dregs.

Today’s Malfoy is obviously not a study dregs. The only thing that interests him a little is the transfiguration course taught by Professor McGonagall. This course is known for its difficulty and complexity, and may be dangerous.

Also Malfoy is wondering what happened to this world timeline. Most of Slytherin and Gryffindor’s courses today are actually together.

“Is this a butterfly effect?” Malfoy thought.

“Hey, Professor McGonagall is late, I didn’t expect that serious old woman will be late.” Pansy sneaked a sneak peek at Malfoy’s corner.

“Don’t talk, saw the cat on the table?” Malfoy quickly let Pansy close his mouth.

With the bang, the class bell rings. The cat on the table leaped down and deformed in midair, and when it landed, it turned back to Professor McGonagall, who was serious.

“Transfiguration is your most complicated and dangerous spell in the Hogwarts course.” Professor McGonagall said, “Anyone wants to be naughty in my class, I will ask him to go out and never let him come in again. I warned you. “Let’s look at Pansy.”

“It’s over, she was heard.” Pansy lowered his head and wanted to hide behind Malfoy.

“Don’t worry, she’s not that stingy.” Malfoy comforted.

Soon, the teaching began. With a spells, Professor McGonagall turned her front desk into a pig and then changed back.

The students present were amazed and Malfoy was no exception. As a person who has been deeply influenced by materialist education, how many times these scenes are seen will make people feel wonderful.

After taking down a lot of hard notes, Professor McGonagall began to send a match to everyone, letting them try to turn the match into a needle.

“Professor McGonagall, look, my match is changing.” Hermione screamed with excitement. So far only her match has changed a bit.

“Good” Professor McGonagall applauded the nodded, revealing a rare smile. “Gryffindor plus 5 points !”

Hermione was very happy, and some proudly raised her head. The young lions of Gryffindor are also very happy. After all, the glory of the house is also its own glory. Some people even looked at the girls who added points to the house on the first day.

“Mr. Draco, if I didn’t see it with my own eyes, I even thought you were secretly taking out a new needle. Slytherin, plus ten!” Unfortunately, the Lions Court was not happy for too long. Malfoy completely completed the match to the needle change than Hermione’s semi-finished product.

Hermione, who had just turned her head, immediately hanged her head and sneaked a peek at Malfoy. Compare the gap between the two.

“Call you proud.” Pansy secretly made a grimace and provocative.

“Don’t care, he must have practiced many times at home, but it’s normal,” Harry said comforting behind Hermione. Ron’s face rose red and didn’t speak, as if he had thought of his family.

“I haven’t lost anyone in my studies yet.” Hermione suddenly raised her head and her eyes exploded.

“It seems that I am nosy.” Harry shook his head.

As for Malfoy, just like a trivial thing, wand waved and the needle returned to its original state. As they say, Malfoy did practice similar spells, but this is part of the strength and cannot be denied.

Of course, even if it is practice, Malfoy will be close to perfection at most three times.

“As long as the plug-in is good, there is no magic spell.” Malfoy laughed at himself, but now his simple memory has become useless. Creativity is where he needs to pursue.

There are two kinds of good students, one is good in the conventional sense. Hermione in the original world timeline should be able to complete the task that the teacher gave them almost perfectly, but that’s it. There is not only the ability of the former, but also the unparalleled creativity. Look at the spells and notes that Snape created and you will know that it is not enough to be smart.

“But this kind of thing can’t come, can only be a good student in the regular sense.” Malfoy thought.

The most anticipated by students is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but everyone except Malfoy is disappointed. Because the smell of garlic on Professor Quirrell is too heavy, and the class does not seem to show any magic. Everyone is a little distracted. Malfoy was somewhat interested in listening to his lectures.

“Poor guy.” Malfoy shook his head.

“How, you think this guy’s class is boring, right?” Pansy in the back row suddenly poked Malfoy’s back with a pen.

“Alright.” Malfoy said.

“It’s better to talk about Vampire than to go up and talk about “Twilight City” once.” Pansy looked at him with anticipation.

“Please don’t be kidding. I don’t know whoever listened to the half and said the rubbish story.” Malfoy whispered sideways.

“The disgusting disgusting pile of young lions.” Pansy showed a sign of smirk.

“I think I will continue to listen to how to solve Vampire with garlic.”

“bored!”

The days are very dull, as Malfoy seems to be. While other students are often annoyed by the large number of homework professors, he is an exception, and good performance has made Malfoy remove almost all homework.

“How can I see the so-called restricted book?” Malfoy was in front of a row of bookshelves.

For a study tyrant, the bubble library is the real normal. As for the two followers, Malfoy is happy to let them “follow their own lives”, and let them follow the library to think that it is more difficult to ask for their lives.

As for the books that are open to the public in these libraries, Malfoy is lacking in interest.

“Just be a pastime.” Malfoy began to look at the book “The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts” from the bookshelf.

“Terifying magic innate talent, naive political thought.” This is Malfoy’s conclusion.

I don’t know how to use my personality charm to rule, and I rely too much on my own strength. Except for a small part of Death Eater’s crazy worship of him, most of them are ruled by fear. Cooperation with some families is only based on interest. Leading the forces to a loose sand. Once the power of oneself disappears, it is not surprising that the tree collapses.

“The tragic childhood has led to paranoia. It is not pure blood, but it pursues the concept of pure bloodline. Everything is wrong.” Malfoy thought of something. “Maybe this is just a compromise with those families. This is true.” The exchange of interests is also uncertain.” Malfoy thought about Voldemort’s gains and losses in the **** campaign.

“It’s a pity.” Malfoy thought: “If I go back a little. The Ministry of Magic is muddheaded, really want to engage in politics, rely on his own confusing skills to minister, and then slowly eat into the muggle world.”

But now the Dark Lord seems to have begun to make full use of his own temptation.

“Would you like to expose Quirrell to Dumbledore?” Malfoy fell into thought. “Yes, he found out that Quirrell was not right in the morning, or let Snape go to a headache.”

“This student, can you let me go?” Malfoy suddenly heard a voice behind him and interrupted his thoughts, some familiar.

“Oh, okay.” Malfoy used to rely on bookshelves to read, which is one of the habits of last life. But now it clearly blocks the way of others.

“Thank you.” The voice continued.

After a few seconds.

“It’s you!” Another cry.

Malfoy, who has already let the road, is ready to change the book, but with this whisper, he still looks up, first of all, his eyes are a thick and unkempt brown hair. It turned out to be Hermione holding a stack of books. But it is also normal. Besides who else she will go to the library a few days before the start of school?

“It turned out to be the young lion of Gryffindor. Well, my pure blood like 蹂躏muggle and muggle wizard is still far away.” Malfoy said sarcastically, and then turned and left.

“Wait!” Hermione’s voice was a bit bigger and a little urgent. Gloomy and uncertain on the face, seems to be under what determination.

“Miss Granger, I want to remind you that this is a library, please keep quiet.”

“I’m sorry.” Hermione snorted with a stack of books.

“This sentence should be said to the person you are disturbing.”

“I mean the last thing.”

“Well?” Malfoy’s eyebrows picked a pick.

“I was really sorry about what happened last time in the car. I and they both gave you a prejudice. After entering the house, I thought about it for a long time. I think there is only an evil wizard, and there is no evil house and bloodline. Here I am Ask for your forgiveness. Next time I will call the other two of them to apologize.” As if prepared, Hermione said a series of apologies.

“Should I say that, praise Gryffindor for admitting the courage of mistakes? Then I forgive you? Like a fairy tale?”

Hermione’s face became deathly white, and apparently this apology she also had great courage. But she did not think of the result of rejection.

“Just kidding, I am not that stingy, I accept it, but you don’t have to work hard, I don’t need the apology of both of them,” Malfoy said.

Hermione put out a long breath, the sentence just made her very uncomfortable.

“There is nothing wrong with the Slytherin of cunning,” Hermione muttered.

“thank you.”

“Don’t be too proud, I will overtake you sooner or later.” Apparently Hermione is still worried about the last transfiguration.

“That’s really what people expect.” Malfoy said with a smile.

“Humph.” After forgiveness, Hermione returned to the usual pride and arrogance without a psychological burden, and strode away.

On Friday, Pansy, who was at the table, pulled his head and apparently had a bad spirit.

“I am going to take the potion class. What I hate most is the strange potion with bubbles. Do you know what our teachers are? I heard that we are Head of House.” Pansy pushed the arm next to Malfoy. Road.

“I didn’t give you the focus you might ask in the first lesson?” Malfoy asked.

“Can’t remember, do you think that the memory like your nerd is so good?” Pansy spit out his tongue.

“I don’t think you read at all.” Malfoy unscrupulously dismantled the truth.

“But you don’t have to worry, the first class will be good for our savior.” Malfoy added.

“That’s great.” Pansy was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

I soon arrived at the time of the potion class. The potion class was taught in an underground classroom. It’s better than the top-side Fortress Lord building 洹Q厍 paddles to throw A Ч蓿锩娼莸 锉瓯 锉瓯 钊 钊 6 6.

“It’s disgusting.” Pansy grabbed his nose as if the smell of the potion could pass through the vessel.

Responsible for teaching the course is Severus Snape, a thin man, black indifferent eyelids followed by endless hollows, reminding people of two dark tunnels. He also has a huge hook nose and a straight black hair.

Snape picked up the roster and stopped when he got to Harry’s name.

“Oh, yes,” he whispered. “Harry Potter, this is our newcomer-famous character.”

“You came here to learn the precision science and strict craftsmanship of this potion composition.” He said that the voice was almost slightly higher than the whisper, but everyone heard every word he said. Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape also has a deterrent power that does not require as easy as pie to make the classroom orderly.

“Because there is no silly waving wand here, so many of you will not believe that this is magic. I don’t expect you to really appreciate the beauty of the slow-moving cauldron, white smoke, and the fragrance of fragrance. You don’t really understand the liquid that flows into people’s blood vessels, the magical power that is fascinating and willpower. I can teach you how to increase your reputation, make glory, and even stop death – but there must be one, that is, you are not me. The stupid fool you often encounter.”

After he finished the short opening remarks, the whole class was silent.

“I don’t know which science institute is running out of madness by listening to these words.” Snape’s words reminded Malfoy of some of the Frankenstein he knew in his life.

“It’s hard to hear.” Pansy whispered in a bitter face.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other and raised their eyebrows. Hermione almost moved to the edge of the chair and leaned forward to look at herself. It seemed to be anxious to prove herself, and looked at Malfoy and looked at it.

“Potter!” Snape suddenly said, “What if I add the powdered root of asphodel to the infusion of wormwood?”

What powdered root was in the solution? Harry looked at Ron and Ron was dumbfounded like him; Hermione’s arm was lifted high into the air.

“I don’t know, sir,” Harry said.

Snape squints curl one’s lip.

“Hey, hey – it seems that fame doesn’t mean everything.”

Snape deliberately ignored Hermione’s high arm.

“Let’s try again. Potter, if I want you to find me a bezoar, where are you going to find it?” Hermione tried to raise his hands without leaving his seat, but Harry didn’t even know. What is bezoar.

Harry forced himself to stare at his indifferent eyes. When he was at Dursley, he did turn all the books over, but that didn’t mean he could all carry it down.

. “Potter, what do you say about the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?” At this point, Hermione stood up and her hand reached the ceiling of the underground classroom. “I don’t know.” Harry replied.

“This is our savior.” Snape sarcastically.

“Draco, you come to answer my question.” Snape then threw the question to Malfoy.

“Hey, this script is wrong,” Malfoy thought. Still standing up, these questions are not difficult for him.

“Powdered root of asphodel and wormwood together can be formulated into a very effective sleeping medicine, which is a service of raw water. Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of cattle, has a strong detoxification effect. As for monkshood and Wolfsbane is the same plant, also known as aconite.” Malfoy searched his mind a little and completed the answer. .

Snape gloomy’s face showed a happy smile: “The perfect answer, plus Slytherin plus.”

“Maybe it’s just collusion.” Ron whispered mumbled. “Hermione’s hand is so high.”

“Spike the teacher, Gryffindor deducts 1 point.” Snape said to Ron. Unfortunately, it seems that Snape’s hearing is very good.

Ron didn’t talk right away.

“And you, Potter. You can take it seriously after you hope that it will be worthy of your reputation,” Snape said in an exaggerated tone.

“Okay, sir.” Harry resisted his inability because he knew that if he retorted, Gryffindor might be deduct points again.

However, Harry did not do so, and today’s Gryffindor is destined to suffer a lot.

As the potion course progresses, Snape divides them into groups of two and instructs them to mix and match a simple potion that treats scabies. Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom, watching them say dry ramie, smashing the snake’s fangs, and almost all the students had criticized. Only standing in front of Malfoy’s cauldron will Snape show a smile of satisfaction.

“This tastes a bit wrong.” Malfoy sucked his nose. Look at your feet. I saw the thick smoke of green rising, si si.

“Aguamenti!” Malfoy immediately made a spell. Try to clean up the knocked potion as much as possible.

“Idiot!” Snape growled. Of course not for Malfoy, it is for Neville.

Neville’s cauldron was knocked over, and the potion in the pot almost spread to the floor of the entire classroom, but Malfoy found out in time to avoid this.

“Good job, Slytherin added 5 points.” Snape turned to Malfoy. Then put on a scary expression. “I will solve this problem first. I will send him to the hospital above.” Snape screamed at Seamus. It turned out to be difficult again. Harry: “Potter, why don’t you tell him not to add porcupine quill? Do you think he made a mistake and show you how? Gryffindor because you lost 1 point.”

It was too unfair, Harry was about to argue, and Ron kicked him in the back of the pot.

“Harry, bear, don’t give him another chance,” Ron whispered.

Harry could only swallow the words.

After a storm, the potion class is finally over. Also changed are the scores of Slytherin and Gryffindor.