Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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

Will a high school student listen with gusto when he returns to the elementary school class?Unless he is a scumbag.

Malfoy today is obviously not a scumbag.Now the only thing that interests him is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration course. This course is known for its difficulty, complexity, and perhaps a little dangerous.

In addition, Malfoy was surprised what happened to this world line.The majority of Slytherin and Gryffindor's courses today are actually together.

"Is this the butterfly effect?" Malfoy thought.

"Hey, is Professor McGonagall late? I didn't expect that serious old woman would be late too." Pansy asked, pulling the corner of Malfoy secretly.

"Stop talking, do you see the cat on the table?" Malfoy quickly told Pansy to close his mouth.

With the sound of "ding", the class bell rang.The cat on the table jumped down and deformed in midair. When it landed, it had already changed back to Professor McGonagall with a serious face.

"Transfiguration is the most complicated and dangerous spell in your Hogwarts course." Professor McGonagall said. "Anyone who wants to be naughty in my class, I will ask him out and never allow him to come in again. I warned you." After speaking, he looked at Pansy.

"It's over, she heard it." Pansy lowered his head, trying to hide behind Malfoy.

"Don't worry, she's not that stingy." Malfoy comforted.

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

The students present all exclaimed, and Malfoy was no exception.As a person who has been deeply influenced by materialism education, watching these scenes many times will make people feel incredible.

After jot down a lot of difficult notes, Professor McGonagall began to give everyone a match and let them try to turn the match into a needle.

"Professor McGonagall, look, my match is changing." Hermione screamed excitedly.So far, only her matches have changed slightly.

"Not bad" Professor McGonagall nodded approvingly, showing a rare smile."Gryffindor adds five points!"

Hermione was very happy and raised her head somewhat proudly.The little lions in Gryffindor are also very happy.After all, the glory of the college is also its own glory.Some people even looked at the girl who gave the college extra points on the first day with admiration.

"Mr. Draco, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought you had secretly taken out a new needle. Slytherin, add ten points!" Unfortunately, the Lions Club had not been happy for long.Compared to Hermione's semi-finished product, Malfoy has completely completed the change from match to needle.

Hermione, who was still looking up just now, dropped her head and glanced at Malfoy secretly.Compare the gap between the two.

"I make you proud." Pansy secretly made a face and provoked.

"Don't mind, he must have practiced many times at home, but it's normal" Harry comforted behind Hermione.Ron's face flushed without speaking, as if thinking of his family.

"I haven't lost to anyone in my studies yet." Hermione suddenly raised her head, her eyes bursting with astonishing fighting spirit.

"It looks like I'm nosy." Harry shook his head.

As for Malfoy, it seemed like a trivial thing had been done. With a wave of his wand, the needle returned to its original shape.As they said, Malfoy had indeed practiced similar spells, but this was also part of his strength, which could not be denied.

Of course, even in practice, Malfoy is close to perfection in at most three times.

"As long as the plug-in is opened well, there can be no magic spells badly" Malfoy laughed at himself, but now his pure memory has become useless.

There are two kinds of good students, one is good in the conventional sense. It turns out that Hermione in the world line should be in this category. They can almost perfectly complete the tasks assigned to them by the teacher, but that's all.The other is not only capable of the former, but also has unparalleled creativity. Just look at the spells and notes created by Snape to know that smartness is not enough.

"But this kind of thing can't be forced, I can only be a good student in the conventional sense." Malfoy thought to himself.

The most anticipated by the students was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but everyone except Malfoy was disappointed.Because the smell of garlic on Professor Quirrell's body was too strong, and the class did not seem to show any magic.Everyone is distracted.Malfoy listened to his lecture with some interest.

"Poor fellow." Malfoy shook his head.

"Well, you think this guy's class is boring, right?" Pansy in the back row suddenly poked Malfoy in the back.

"All right," Malfoy said perfunctorily.

"It's better to talk about resisting vampires than you go up and talk about "Twilight" again" Pansy looked at him expectantly.

"Please don't be joking, I don't know who would talk about junk plots halfway through." Malfoy leaned over and whispered.

"Disgusting, disgusting lions." Pansy gave a smirk of his signature.

"I think I'll continue to listen to how to solve vampires with garlic."

"bored!"

The days were very plain, as it seemed to Malfoy.Although other students are often distressed by the professors' large amount of homework, he is an exception. His good performance allows Malfoy to avoid almost most of his homework.

"How can I see the so-called banned books?" Malfoy was dazed in front of a row of bookshelves.

For a student bully, going to the library is the real norm.As for the two followers, Malfoy, they were already happy to let them "five for themselves", and it was more uncomfortable for them to come to the library than to kill them.

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

"Just for pastime." Malfoy drew a copy of "The Rise and Fall of Black Magic" from the shelf and began to read it.

"Horrible magical talent, naive political thought." This is Malfoy's conclusion.

He didn't know how to use his personality charm to rule, and he relied too much on his own power. Except for the crazily worship of a few die-hard Death Eaters, most of them ruled with fear.Cooperation with some families is only based on interest relationships.Cause the forces to fall apart.Once one's own power disappears, it is not surprising that the tree falls and the hunger is scattered.

"The miserable childhood led to paranoia. It is not pure blood in itself, but the idea of ​​pure blood ruling everything. Huh? No." Malfoy seemed to think of something. "Maybe this is just a compromise with those families. This is the real thing. The exchange of interests may be possible." Malfoy thought about the gains and losses of Voldemort in the event.

"It's a pity." Malfoy thought: "If I'm going to be a little detour. The people in the Ministry are so muddled, they really want to engage in politics, relying on their own tricks to confuse the upper minister, and then slowly eat away at the Muggle world."

However, the current Dark Lord seemed to have begun to make full use of his fascination ability again.

"Should we expose Quirrell to Dumbledore." Malfoy was lost in thought."By the way, he found out that Quirrell was wrong early, so let Snape get a headache."

"This classmate, can you let me go over?" When Malfoy was meditating, a voice suddenly interrupted his thinking, somewhat familiar.

"Oh, okay." Malfoy is used to reading on the bookshelf, which can be regarded as one of the habits left over from his previous life.But now it is clearly blocking the way of others.

"Thank you." The voice continued.

A few seconds later.

"It's you!" He whispered again.

Malfoy, who had already given way, was ready to change to the next book, but with this low whistle, he still raised his head, and the first thing he saw was a thick, unkempt brown hair.It turned out to be Hermione who was holding a stack of books.But it's normal.Who else will go to the library a few days before school starts?

"It turned out to be the little lion of Gryffindor, well, I, who like to ravage Muggles and Muggle wizards, should stay away." Malfoy said sarcastically, then turned to leave.

"Wait!" Hermione's voice was louder and somewhat urgent.His face was uncertain, as if he was making some determination.

"Miss Granger, I want to remind you that this is the library, please keep quiet."

"Sorry." Hermione bowed suddenly while holding her stack of books.

"This sentence should be addressed to the person you disturb."

"I mean last time."

"Huh?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows.

"I'm so sorry for what happened in the car last time. Both of them and I had a prejudice against you. After entering the academy, I thought about it for a long time. I think there are only evil wizards, but no evil academy and bloodlines. Here I am. I beg your forgiveness. Next time I will call on the other two of them to apologize together." As if prepared, Hermione said a series of apologies.

"Should I say that, praise Griffin for his courage to admit his mistakes? Then I forgive you? Like a fairy tale?"

Hermione's face turned pale, apparently she had taken great courage to apologize this time.But she did not expect the result of rejection.

"Just kidding, I'm not that stingy, I accept it, but you don't have to work hard, and I don't need the apology of both of them." Malfoy said.

Hermione took a deep breath, and the words just now clearly made her feel bad.

"Slytherin, there is nothing wrong with this," Hermione muttered.

"thank you."

"Don't be too smug, I will pass you sooner or later." Obviously Hermione was still brooding about the last transformation lesson.

"That's really exciting." Malfoy smiled.

"Humph." After she was forgiven, Hermione lost her psychological burden and returned to her usual arrogant expression, and left in strides.

On Friday, Pansy at the dinner table drooped his head, apparently in a bad spirit.

"I'm going to potions class. What I hate the most is those strange potions with bubbles. Do you know how our teacher is? I heard that it is the dean of our college." Pansy pushed next to Mal Fu's arm asked.

"Didn't I map out the important points that you might ask in the first class?" Malfoy asked.

"Can't remember, you think you have such a good memory as you are a nerd?" Pansy stuck out his tongue.

"I don't think you read a book at all." Malfoy revealed the truth without mercy.

"But you don't have to worry, the first lesson is better for our savior." Malfoy added afterwards.

"That's really great." Pansy was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

Soon it was time for the potions class. The potions class was in the underground classroom.It is colder than the main castle building above.Glass jars are lined up along the wall, and the stuffed animals are even more trembling.

"It's disgusting." Pansy covered his nose, as if the smell of the potion inside could show through the container.

It was Severus Snape who was in charge of teaching the course, a thin man, with an endless void behind his black indifferent eyes, which reminded one of two dark tunnels.He also has a huge hooked nose and shoulder-length black hair.

Snape picked up the roster and stopped when he clicked Harry's name.

"Oh, yes," he whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our newcomer—a famous character."

"You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of this potion preparation." He said, his voice almost a little higher than a whisper, but everyone heard every word he said clearly.Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape also has a deterrent that can keep the classroom in order without any effort.

"Because there is no silly wave of the wand here, many of you will not believe that this is magic. I don't expect you to really understand the beauty of the simmering cauldron with white smoke and bursts of fragrance. You don’t really understand the fluid flowing into people’s blood vessels, the kind of magical powers that make people’s hearts and minds bewildered. I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death-but there must be one thing, that is, you are not my regular The kind of idiot you meet is good."

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

"Just listen to these words, I don't know which science research institute is the madman." Snape's words reminded Malfoy of some Frankenstein he knew in his previous life.

"It's hard to hear." Pansy whispered with a bitter expression.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, raised her eyebrows, and Hermione almost moved to the edge of the chair and leaned forward, seeming to be eager to prove herself, and by the way, she glanced at Malfoy.

"Potter!" Snape said suddenly, "what will I get if I add narcissus root powder to the wormwood infusion?"

What grass root powder put in what solution? Harry glanced at Ron, and Ron was stunned like him; Hermione's arms were raised high in the air.

"I don't know, sir." Harry said.

Snape curled his lips contemptuously.

"Tsk, tusk-it seems that fame doesn't mean everything."

Snape deliberately ignored Hermione's raised arm.

"Let's try again. Potter, if I want you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it?" Hermione tried to hold her hand up high without leaving her seat, but Harry I don't know what bezoar is.

Harry forced himself to stare directly at his indifferent eyes.When he was at Dursley's house, he did turn over all the books, but that didn't mean he could memorize them all.

."Potter, what's the difference between the boat-shaped aconite and the wolf-venom aconite?" At this moment, Hermione stood up, her hand reaching the ceiling of the underground classroom."I don't know." Harry replied.

"This is our savior." Snape sarcastically.

"Draco, you answer my question." Snape then threw the question to Malfoy.

"Uh, this script is wrong," Malfoy thought.Still standing up, these questions are not difficult for him.

"The combination of narcissus root powder and wormwood can be formulated into a powerful sleeping pill, that is, one serving of life and death water. Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow and has a strong detoxification effect. As for the boat-shaped aconite and Aconitum chamaejas is the same plant, also collectively referred to as Aconitum." Malfoy searched his mind for a while and completed the answer..

A satisfied smile appeared on Snape's gloomy face: "Perfect answer, add ten to Slytherin."

"Maybe it's just collusion." Ron muttered quietly."Hermione's hands are clearly raised so high."

"Fight against the teacher, Gryffindor deducted a point." Snape said to Ron.Unfortunately, it seems Snape's hearing is very good.

Ron stopped talking immediately.

"And you, Potter. I hope you can be more serious when you go down, so that you can afford your reputation." Snape said in an exaggerated tone.

"Okay, sir." Harry resisted his impatience, because he knew that if he refuted, Gryffindor might be deducted again.

However, Harry did not do what he wanted. Today's Gryffindor is doomed to lose heavily.

As the potions class progressed, Snape divided them into two groups and instructed them to mix and make a simple potion for treating scabies.Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom, watching them call dry nettles and crush snake fangs. Almost all the students were criticized.Only standing in front of Malfoy's cauldron would Snape smile with satisfaction.

"It smells a bit wrong." Malfoy sniffed.Look at his feet.I saw thick green smoke rising and hissing.

"Clear water is like a fountain!" Malfoy immediately cast the spell.Try to clean up the spilled potion.

"Idiot!" Snape roared.Of course not against Malfoy, but against Neville.

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

"Good job, Slytherin adds five points." Snape turned his head and said to Malfoy.Then put on a scary face."I'll take care of this first. Take him to the hospital above." Snape snapped to Seamus.Then he began to embarrass Harry again: "Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add a porcupine spur? Do you think he made a mistake and show you okay? Gryffindor lost another point because of you. "

It was too unfair, and Harry was about to open his mouth to defend when Ron kicked him behind the pot.

"Harry, endure, don't give him another chance," Ron whispered.

Harry could only swallow the words.

After a storm, the potions class finally ended.The scores of Slytherin and Gryffindor have also changed.

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