Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

While Malfoy was still sitting on the long-delayed express train, watching the scenery along the way, the breakfast time for Hogwarts students began.

The window above the auditorium was opened, and the Owl sent today’s Daily Prophet into the school.

"I remember April Fool's Day was long ago." Ron threw the latest issue of the "Daily Prophet" at the table, his face was as ugly as if he had swallowed dozens of slugs just now, making him nauseous. , Even if his favorite food is in front of him, he doesn’t want to take a bite

He pointed to the "Daily Prophet" that was soaked in soup, and said that the entire page of the report was about how Malfoy was forced away by the tough Dumbledore.

"What we can foresee is how the underage Mr. Malfoy, under the persecution of that authority, made a radical act of resistance." The report said.

"It means he is coming back to class today? Is there any punishment for that? This is the funniest joke I have ever seen."

"That's so funny!"

Harry had a numb look, but he was not as excited as Ron, he was still immersed in the grief of Dumbledore's death.

"His dad is said to be so exonerated." Ron said angrily.

"In the second grade, the Basilisk in the Secret Chamber also said that he was under the Imperius Curse!"

"Weasley, make a noise, Gryffindor deducts 10 points." It was not Snape who deducted points, but Professor McGonagall.

It can be seen that she is not in a good mood.

The hard order of the Ministry of Magic cannot be refused.

From the teacher's point of view, she wanted to believe that the student was fine.

But she was there at the time, Malfoy's eyes were clear, it didn't look like he was being manipulated by the Imperius Curse. If he were really innocent, there would definitely not be such an action.

She also believed that Dumbledore could not let any innocent student be wronged.

But now, Dumbledore also...

She coughed a few times, seeming to be choked by the hot tea, and with her sharp and majestic, eagle-like eyes, she looked around the students at the long table on all sides.

These are the objects she is trying to protect.

She had to cheer her up. In any case, one should not indulge in grief. The school still has to run and the class still has to go on.

The morning meeting was over, the students dispersed, and for the fifth grade Gryffindor and Slytherin students, the first class was hers.

"What we are going to do today is a test."

Professor McGonagall walked into the classroom quickly, and then she waved her magic wand, and the piles of parchment on the podium flew one by one to the table in front of everyone's seat.

Then the black writing gradually emerged from the blank paper.

Questions about the deformed course.

"Hmm..." She glanced outside the classroom.

The rectangular lecture table in front of him suddenly became shorter and shrunk, and two rows of wheels were added to the flat feet, and then one staggered, rolled under the podium, swayed a few times, and then stood completely.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, this is your place." She waved to the door.

After hearing this name, Pansy, who was sitting in his seat, immediately raised his ears, raised his head suddenly, and then confirmed it quickly but hesitantly.

All the students present were whispering.

Malfoy waved in the direction of Pansy, smiled, and then found the only empty seat that Professor McGonagall had created for him.

"Silence!" Professor McGonagall flicked his wand lightly, and immediately became silent.

A curse peculiar to the examination room.

"Is there anything left to discuss after the exam."

"Well, the transformation class test begins, and some predictions have been made on the direction of the test. I hope you can get results that meet the expectations. It is also a test of your own level." Professor McGonagall said to the students in front of him.

"Also, Mr. Malfoy, if your results this time did not meet my expectations, then maybe you have to postpone this exam to the next year."

"You have lost a lot of time." Professor McGonagall added.

"Okay, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy nodded and replied, and then began to look at the test paper in front of him.

The exam officially started,

But even for the exam, some people seem to be unaware of the current situation.

Pansy's face has also been tilted in Malfoy's direction, even if only his profile is left in her eyes.

"Miss Parkinson, it's test time now. It's best to keep your eyes on your test paper, and don't try to make small movements." Professor McGonagall walked quickly to the front of Pansy's seat, with a light wand in his hand. Gentle knocked before her eyes, reminding.

Hearing this, she hurriedly lowered her head, staring at her test paper absently, and pretending to write and draw on it with her feather pen.

After Professor McGonagall left, his eyes turned secretly a few times, and he glanced over there intentionally or unintentionally.

She felt that she must have failed the exam today, because she had no intention of answering the questions.

But that’s okay, because I have already received much more important news than test results.

In addition, another person was also greatly affected.

"Excuse me, what are the difficulties in the deformation between fluid matter and solid matter? What problems should be paid attention to? What rules should be used?

"Control of magic power...Igor's limit restraint law...It is necessary to pay attention to the guidance and adjustment of fast-moving objects that need to be predicted."

"What is the most widely used Umbrella Shapeshifter?"

"To extract the liquid, the umbrella-shaped rotation can drain certain impurities and drain the liquid."

"Turning the same volume doughnuts and ordinary solid bread into a one-ear teacup, who consumes less magic power."

"Doughnuts."

Hermione's eyes did not leave the test paper for a second, and the quill in her hand was so smooth, as if she was really absorbed in the test.

But the slightly crooked handwriting still exposed her mood, and the graceful handwriting of the past is now a bit sloppy.

Like Pansy, she is now full of the boy who has just returned to school sitting in front of her.

Her brain was divided into two parts at a time. One part was used as a machine to transport memory, controlling her right hand, used to numbly answer questions, and output answers on test papers.

Her serious attitude towards schoolwork made her enough to turn writing answers on test papers into instinct.

As for the other part, it is all used to think about the special candidate who just joined this exam.

"When was his wanted cancelled?"

"Why is it cancelled?"

"Professor McGonagall seems to know something?"

One question after another emerged in Hermione's mind.

Because this time was too coincidental, after Dumbledore's death.

He immediately "sucked in the wrong".

it is ridiculous.

Also, she didn't feel too much strangeness in Malfoy. She seemed to have only seen it not long ago. She was inexplicably familiar. She wanted to remember, but felt that she couldn't find the answer.

Suddenly, after hearing her quill, she encountered a problem. The mechanical handling was useless. She had to shook her head, cast aside distracting thoughts, and concentrated on thinking about the problem.

"Mr. Ron, if you have eye problems, Mrs. Pomfrey can prescribe some medicine for you." Professor McGonagall watched Ron's bloodshot eyes facing someone's back and reminded him.

In the end, he could only look at the parchment full of questions with unwillingness.

There will be no more episodes after that.

The quill rustled across the parchment.

The exam time ended with the abrupt sound of bells in the distance.

"Put away your quill pens." Professor McGonagall waved his magic wand, did the sheepskin rolls float, as if they had wings, and flew to her table in order.

"Professor McGonagall!" Ron blocked Professor McGonagall who had collected the test papers and was about to return to the office, shouting loudly.

"Is that guy wanted?" he demanded.

"Perhaps some of the current students already know the news, but I need to announce it at dinner tonight."

"This matter has been decided in the Wiesengarmo Court. From the result, he is innocent and a victim, so it is normal to return to Hogwarts to go to school." Professor McGonagall was expressionless. Answering Ron's question.

"Professor McGonagall, can you help me repair the test paper? I may have accidentally damaged some." Hermione suddenly walked to Professor McGonagall's side.

"Granger." Professor McGonagall said Hermione's name, and then popped a piece of parchment.

Professor McGonagall squinted his eyes through his lens and looked at it, which looked like an irregular long crack torn by a pen tip.

Then she tapped the parchment paper with her magic wand, "Recover as before."

Those cracks are closed tightly

Professor McGonagall certainly does not make low-level mistakes.

The crack has recovered, but the writing remains as usual.

"Okay." She nodded, tiredness hidden in her framed eyes.

The student himself cannot apply any magic to the test paper, it will be treated as cheating.

"Okay, go and rest, Granger, it looks like you are a little tired, is the question difficult?" She nodded slightly, and then asked with concern.

"Fortunately, Professor McGonagall." Hermione nodded slightly, her brown curly hair swayed, and her big, glorious eyes were now a little languid.

The overload of the brain made her look sleepy.

Ron wanted to say something more, but McGonagall put his wand on his lips, made a silent motion, and shook his head at him.

"Well, Mr. Weasley, take care of yourself, I will give you an explanation during dinner." She said strictly, not replying to Ron's questions.

On the other side, Pansy and Malfoy were already in the corridor, the former pestering the latter, chattering and asking some questions..

"You are coming back this time..." The girl has countless questions to ask him.

"Draco, come to my office." A low voice interrupted their conversation.