Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

After separating from Snape, Malfoy chose to go to the library to spend the rest of his time. He has not officially announced his return to school, so it is not convenient to appear in the public eye.

But even in the corner, a girl who knew him very well quickly found him.

Asking questions quietly, Malfoy could only respond half-truths.

Jin Wuxishen, it was time for dinner, and the two left the library and walked down the path to the auditorium.

Many students have already taken their seats.

There is no dramatic progress.

Only occasionally when a freshman in another college stared at him curiously, his eyes would be covered by the prefect.

As for the senior students, all colleges, including Slytherin, looked at Malfoy in awe with a little curiosity.

After traveling abroad, his temperament has undergone many changes, becoming silent and introverted, and his sense of alienation and alienation from others has deepened.

Only Pansy followed him closely without mind, as if nothing had happened.

Neville looked at this classmate who had helped him with a complicated expression. His face had lost a lot of circles, and only the vague outline could recognize him as a little fat man at the time.

"Imperial Curse."

"How many times can this reason be used? When are we fools?" Ron kicked the foot of the long table angrily, and the soup splashed out of many plates.

Hermione subconsciously moved the table back a few steps, frowning at him.

Of course, it was only because of his irrational behavior.

For Ron's words, he didn't really want to refute.

Because this is really strange.

"Well, nothing else, let us welcome this student back to school." Professor McGonagall didn't seem to want to talk about it anymore.

The entire auditorium fell into an embarrassing silence for an instant.

Malfoy still looked as usual.

Then the applause one after another suddenly alternated in front of the two long tables.

For a while, it was by Malfoy's side, and for another, it was at the long table from Ravenclaw.

There was a smile on Luna's mouth, and she slapped her palms and gave out bursts of applause, regardless of everyone's gaze.

Driven by the two, others gradually contributed a round of applause, and the scene finally became less embarrassing.

But Pansy's gaze immediately began to swim between Malfoy and Luna.

"Have you met before?" Pansy wandered back and forth between him and Luna, this is the sensitivity that belongs to girls alone.

"Huh? Who?" Malfoy tried his best to be indifferent.

"The other girl who applauded you, your dancing partner." Pansy said a little minded.

"Then when do you think it will be? I will meet with her?" Malfoy threw the question back.

Pansy stopped talking.

It's just that at the same time I feel a little speechless.

This kind of intuition doesn't seem to be someone's patent, it should be the expertise of girls.

The dinner was over. In the Slytherin lounge, Pansy prepared a welcome party for him, but some freshmen who hadn't seen him were a little shy when they saw him.

"No, I think everyone is tired, let's go away." Malfoy clapped his hands, expressing his disinterest.

It takes time to reintegrate, and there is no urgent need.

"You don't seem to be very happy? Draco." Pansy asked keenly.

"Why do you say that."

"Maybe a little uncomfortable." Malfoy raised his eyebrows and gave such a somewhat perfunctory explanation.

The next day, in the magic text classroom, Malfoy looked at the girl in front of him with some surprise.

"Although I haven't been in school for a long time, I remember that your elective course should not be this course."

Malfoy glanced at Pansy, jokingly.

"You should be a prophecy class now, won't you go?"

"Of course I missed it. I don't think Trelawney's class is interesting now."

Pansy said against his will, pretending to be listening carefully, tilted his head and looked straight in front of him.

"Professor Babling is not here yet," Malfoy reminded.

"May I prepare in advance?" She looked around again.

Made a look that was very expected.

"You look forward to this class more than I do."

Malfoy smiled and shook his head.

This was actually the first lesson he returned to the classroom, but he was not as excited as he had imagined, and he was very calm.

"Really? No?" Pansy said deliberately.

It's just that his eyes remain undivided.

She was afraid it was a dream again.

While the two were talking, Hermione walked into the classroom, found a seat in the first row, and put the book on the table.

Then Professor Babling also walked in. She was only wearing a light yellow knitted shawl and she was carrying a lady's handbag in her hand.

"In the previous course, we have systematically studied the practical application of Mowen."

"You may be surprised how I dress today, after all, it's very cold outside now."

"This is the power of the magic text, it can alleviate our daily troubles of casting spells, and bring quite favorable continuity and convenience."

A warm breath continuously radiated from her shawl.

"The drawing of the magic text is very simple. The homework you have handed in before is the copying and imitation of the basic magic text. But it is somewhat difficult to let the magic text play its due effectiveness and draw effective magic texts. ."

"This requires the wizard to maintain great concentration and strong magical control."

The shawl that was tattooed with magic text is being passed on as an example.

Pansy remembered the pair of shoes Malfoy gave her in the fourth grade.

It seems to be the same, the effect of keeping warm.

She clenched her lips subconsciously, and looked at Malfoy.

But it seems that he himself has forgotten, seeing the things connected with it, and has no response.

It just unfolded to take a look, and then handed it to her.

"Although I didn't go to much class, since it's here, can you take a look?"

Spent a gentle magic lesson.

After the transformation lesson, the two rushed to Professor McGonagall's transformation lesson.

In the deformation class, the students learned that the results of the last deformation class classroom test came out.

"Mr. Malfoy, you may have studied ahead of time, right." Professor McGonagall looked up and down the students in front of her with his sharp eyes.

There is only one reason why he got full marks in this test.

He even put forward another self-consistent view in a theorem that has been almost conclusive.

Right or wrong, it makes sense.

In contrast, Hermione also made a small mistake.

Everyone's test paper flew out of the bag and floated to their respective seats.

The scores on the homepage are all hidden, like a special invisibility potion

Only the marks of correction left by the red quill are left, and things don't seem to be so good.

"Miss Parkinson, come to my office later." Professor McGonagall looked very serious and walked to Pansy's seat and whispered.

"The old lady is really annoying, long-winded." Pansy waited until Professor McGonagall came to the podium, tilted her head and muttered softly.

Talking alone is obviously not because of other things, but naturally for her horrible test paper.