Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"You are the most gifted girl I have ever seen!" Trelawney swept the big book underground.Grabbing Pansy's hand, swaying, said excitedly.

"I said maybe, the person you fortune-teller will come back soon, I promise, for the time being he is not in any danger."

A true prophet has his own spirituality.

Some embarrassed and uncomfortable smiles appeared on Pansy's face. In fact, she didn't feel that she had any talent, she just told what she saw.

But the mood is lighter.

In the classroom, the clouds were lingering, the candlelight showed an ambiguous pink color, and a faint incense lingered on Pansy's nose.

"Sneeze." She sneezed with some discomfort and rubbed her nose.

"Thank you." Pansy then bowed to Trelawney.

"No, this is just a small matter. I am also happy for you. It is something to be proud of to see the future through the fog." Trelawney shook her head.

Then Pansy left the classroom happily. She is now going to the auditorium for lunch.

The pace was much brisk for a while.

Just as Trelawney began to organize and pack her teaching aids, the tightly closed trapdoor was opened, and another person climbed up the silver ladder and appeared in her classroom.

"Professor Snape?" Trelawney's face was surprised.

"Dumbledore asked me to come to you." The robe dragged by Snape quickly walked in front of Trelawney, and then immediately drew out the wand from his cuff and cast a spell.

The surrounding candles went out instantly, and the room plunged into darkness.

Light and sound have been shielded.

His voice didn't contain a trace of emotion, and the low and soothing habit of speaking in the past became a bit rush.

Trelawney pricked up her ears and barely followed the man's thoughts.

Five minutes later.

"You mean, you want me to make a false prediction?" Trelawney widened her eyes, and under the magnification of her mirror frame, they looked more and more funny, their eyes almost half the size of a face.

She screamed and looked at the man before her in disbelief.

"I am very principled, Severus, even if it is Dumbledore's request." Trelawney frowned. "Especially I will be responsible for my prediction. If it succeeds, it will be destiny. The instructions cannot be changed. Even if there are occasional mistakes, fate has corrected his established trajectory."

Snape's face darkened.

Dumbledore might not have expected the professor of this prophecy class to be so pedantic.

The situation is deadlocked.

As for Pansy, she didn't know what was happening in the classroom. At this time, she hurried to the auditorium. The lunch time was almost over, and she had already delayed a lot of time.

There are still classes in the afternoon.

In the fifth grade, the tasks of each student have become much heavier.

Then as soon as she pushed the door in, she heard an unpleasant male voice.

"Retribution, is Malfoy arrested?" Ron held up a copy of the Daily Prophet at the table, then gloated and said, probably after eating lunch.

This made Pansy's heart suddenly stop beating for half a beat.

Then he paused, then said loudly.

"Oh, it doesn't seem to be. It's a pity that I might have died somewhere."

"Shut your mouth" Pansy walked over angrily, looking at Ron angrily, his shoulders trembling.

"If I say no," Ron Hun said nonchalantly, looking provocatively at the girl in front of him.

"Then I will teach you a lesson."

Pansy raised his wand impulsively, fired a spell at Ron, and hit his face.

This is a pure impact spell.

With a series of jingle sounds.

Ron's head was raised high, and then the whole head was plunged directly into the deep bowl in front of him, the viscous soup splashing all over, very embarrassed.

"I want to teach you a good lesson." Ron immediately pulled the dishes off his head, slammed them on the table angrily, struggled to get up from the seat, spit on the ground a few times, and then wiped I wiped my hair wet by the soup.

He took out his magic wand at Pansy.

He was just careless just now, and based on Moody's special training, he didn't think he might lose to this girl.

The atmosphere became tense for a while.

It's just that Pansy put down the raised wand again and hid it behind him, looking like it was dead again.

"What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall wore her tall dark green pointed cap, walked quickly to the two of them with a serious face, looked around, and then saw Ron with an embarrassed face, hugging his hands. Pansy.

Ron's head seemed to be covered with a few green leaves.

The rest of the Slytherin students who were eating slowly, who had not left at the table, saw this funny scene and started to laugh and laugh until Professor McGonagall’s cold gaze swept over them. It became honest and quiet.

"Slytherin, twenty deductions. Pansy Parkinson used a curse on his classmates."

"Miss Parkinson, even if you are the prefect of Slytherin, as the vice principal, I have the right to deal with you. I am not just the dean of Gryffindor, but also the vice principal." Professor McGonagall said majesticly.

"Yes." Pansy nodded obediently at this time, accepted the reality, and walked to the long Slytherin table casually, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

The other Slytherin students in the lower grades all looked admiringly.

Don't care how many points the college deducts.

"Okay, Weasley, that's it." Seeing Ron's dissatisfaction and wanting to say something, Professor McGonagall said to him: "Gryffindor's courage is not used for bravery. Cruel."

Then she left.

A dispute seems to disappear in this way.

But something unexpected happened again.

"Mr. Weasley, you, as the prefect of Gryffindor, have disheveled clothes and fail to set an example. You deduct 20 points." Snape appeared abruptly on Ron's with a gloomy look. Around.

Said in a disgusting tone, and then sat down at the long Slytherin table, looking like he hadn't eaten either.

"Someone is so pitiful, you will get points deducted even if you are so embarrassed." Pansy looked at him and smiled triumphantly.

Ron clenched his fists angrily, but he didn't know what he thought of, and then let go again.

"Anyway, now someone is chased as a bereavement dog, and I don't know one day he will die in the wilderness."

Pansy's face turned pale immediately, and she squeezed the knife and fork in his hand.

Since you can't do it, let's continue to talk to each other

After some tossing, this gunpowder-scented lunch is finally over.

Pansy irritably and impatiently left the auditorium and ran along a gravel path towards the Slytherin lounge.