Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Time flies, people always yearn for a stimulating life, but they don't know that ordinary daily life is the most precious treasure.

The time has passed into June, and the day has become sultry and cloudless. Everyone only thinks of walking outdoors, bringing a few pints of iced pumpkin juice to the grass and lay down suddenly, maybe playing a game of pebbles or watching. The giant squid marched dreamily on the lake.

But almost no students do this.As the exam is approaching, the students not only cannot spend their time lazily outdoors, but also have to stay in the castle, endure the temptation of the summer breeze blowing from the window, forcing their brains to work hard.

"Why do I have to stay in the dull library to read the boring textbooks written by these boring old men in this weather!" Pansy threw his textbook aside for the eleventh time, complaining, and using it. Looking at Malfoy with expectant eyes, he didn't know what he was expecting. Maybe he wanted Malfoy to relieve her boredom?

"Mr. Sigmund Batch might secretly cry in the grave when he hears your name." Malfoy closed the "Book of Magic: The Book of Potions" and said sympathetically.

"In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Snape gave us water. There is no problem if the history of magic fails. The teacher in the magical creature protection class also looks very kind..." Pansy began to break his fingers. Which courses are easier to pass.

"The old lady in the transformation class is the most serious. She never releases water, she has to pay more attention. I listened very carefully to the spell class this semester, and there should be no problem. There is also a divination class..." Pansy said in a low voice. So, it seemed that after a lap of analysis, she was fearless about these exams.

"Divination class?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows, then said, "I thought you gave up this class."

"Um..." Pansy paused, as if thinking, and then whispered: "Actually, I think Professor Tenelaoni is interesting sometimes."

"Well, then it seems that in the future I can have a small god stick to help me fortune-telling." Malfoy said with a smile.

"You're a magic stick! That's called a prophecy! It has a basis." Pansy retorted hurriedly, as if being stabbed in some painful foot.

"Well, Ms. Pansy, who is about to become the great prophet, please forgive the crude and ignorant person in front of you. Please guide my lost lamb by the great prophet." Malfoy blinked, flattering and mixing Said in a slightly laughing tone.

Pansy's face flushed suddenly.

"Okay, no kidding." Malfoy's expression changed, and then his tone changed to serious: "Review well, wait a while before you have time to teach you to practice, Professor McGonagall's transformation test is not that simple."

"Okay." Pansila Nagao said, and he was forced to look at the hard and obscure book at the table again.

It's just that I just mentioned the prediction lesson, Pansy's mood is far from the brisk expression of her face, but a bit heavy.

She still remembered the prophecies made by the divine middle-aged woman about Malfoy's body, which was a key reason why she insisted on taking the prophecy class.

Pansy also wanted to hear more about him.

She herself can tell that this woman can’t take those nerve-like remarks seriously, but when she is more weird than usual, her eyes are turning, her voice is deep, and her voice seems to be full of photography. The only metaphor Pansy can make of the magic of the soul may be the siren's singing. What Professor Trelawney said at that moment, even if it is ridiculous, still has the power to convince people.

"Stay away from the boy who came with you last time, his future is chaotic, with faint bleeding, disasters and unknowns." Professor Trelawney often warns Pansy like this, with clear eyes in his eyes. , But every time Pansy asked, the teacher would return to the confused look, staring at Pansy with her eyes magnified several times by the glasses, touching the back of her head and asking in confusion: "I just What did you do?"

But Pansy wouldn't tell Malfoy these things, she would rather these were just her own wishful thinking and nonsense of the teacher.

But out of a sense of hesitation about the future, another invisible driving force drove Pansy to continue listening to this professor's course.

"It's not wrong to be careful," Pansy said to himself in his heart.

"This is your retribution for copying your homework." At the same time, Hermione looked at the two boys in front of her with a serious face, Crookshanks followed onto the sofa and waved her paw to her mouth. In front, he yawned, as if echoing his master's words.

In Gryffindor’s lounge, the fireplace in the corner of the rotunda has been extinguished for a long time, because it’s summer now, and a blanket embroidered with the Gryffindor lion hung on the fireplace. The scarlet soft seat The chairs were scattered in every corner, but no one was sitting on them.

Most students still think that reviewing in the library is more atmospheric, and a comfortable common room should be a breeding ground for depravity.

Harry and Ron looked at the book in front of them with miserable faces. They chose to stay here just to make it easy for Hermione to make up lessons for them.

The time converter was confiscated before the exam, and a lot of selected classes were cancelled. The consequence of following is that Hermione is no longer so busy, and she can even spare time to give her two friends who are not "competitive". In class, they made up for the mistakes they had committed before.

"Ron! Tell me, what kind of potion is shrunk figs?" Hermione now had her wand in her hand and hit the mahogany low table in front of Ron with a serious expression.

"I wonder if you and Professor McGonagall are related." Ron rolled his head, moaning weakly."Then say, "Sorry, I forgot."

"Harry and I didn't spend much time cutting this medicine for you last time." Hermione sighed, looked at him helplessly, and then said promptly.

"Shrinking potion!" Ron snapped his fingers and said as if he was waking up from a dream. With the help of the scene, Ron immediately remembered.

"Well, where did the best specimen of crumpled figs in the world have been found?" Hermione continued to ask, Ron's voice immediately stuck again.

"Northern Europe?" Ron asked tentatively.

"Well, I can only say that you are really far behind. If you want to pass, it may be an extravagant hope. Besides, there is also Snape who likes to target both of you." Hermione looked at Luo sympathetically. Hmm, then unabashedly said the cruel reality, "Remember, it's Albania." Hermione added every word.

And Harry and Ron can only taste the bitterness for themselves, doing their best here.

And they found that Snape was not happy that he could substitute in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and even said that he became more and more gloomy, and did not let go of the opportunity to make things difficult for them at all times, as long as he saw Harry, thin A muscle beside his lips twisted unpleasantly, and he kept flexing his fingers as if he wanted to strangle Harry's throat.

Time is fair. It will not slow down because some students are not ready for their schoolwork review. It is so sensible and ruthless.

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