Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Although the process was a bit bumpy, Malfoy finally reintegrated into campus life, as if nothing had happened.

Only occasionally when lying on the bed in the dormitory, looking at the ceiling, I still sigh with emotion that this stable life makes him a little unaccustomed to.

For him, it is a rare stable day in the past few months.

Whether it's survival in the wilderness before or dancing with wolves afterwards, it doesn't make him have enough quality sleep, he needs to maintain a high degree of vigilance at all times.

But it's better now. Hogwarts can be said to be the safest place. He spent his best sleep quality period, and also the most leisurely period.

After the extreme busyness, the rhythm suddenly broke, and he felt a little at a loss.

When was the last step by step get out of class?

Malfoy's memory was a little blurred.

Since the Goblet of Fire started, he hasn't had much class.

The weekend came, and he was in the library, guiding Pansy's review.

Said to be a guide, but only manipulated an extra quill floating in front of her.

Pansy had any problem, knocked, quill fell down, and began to write on the parchment.

"As for salamander blood, it can be used to make potentiation potions, but it should be noted that the color is similar to pomegranate juice and must be distinguished carefully. Salamander blood has a distinct pungent taste."

It seems that Pansy is now reviewing potions.

As for Malfoy himself, he was leaning against a row of bookshelves, manipulating a piece of parchment with something painted on it.

If someone can walk around behind him, he will know that there is a map in front of him.

Except there is no small black dot that symbolizes a person’s name, the level of detail is the same as that of a live-point map

Many locations are circled.

The invisible trajectory, along a certain outline, surrounded the entire Hogwarts.

A large area of ​​the Forbidden Forest was blackened, and scattered, hand-added ink dots were scattered all around.

As he continued to sketch on it, the whole piece of parchment did not know when it became a page-turning book.

He pretended to turn over a page, which read-how to maintain a broom.

"I want you to teach me personally." Because at this time, Pansy sneaked up behind him without knowing it, looking at him blankly.

From time to time, I took a peek at the book he was reading, and when I saw the title, I became quite disappointed.

"I am teaching you personally. I control that pen."

"But you don't even look at me."

"Okay." Malfoy responded with a sigh.

The plan made in my mind just now is almost finished, not short of time, only details are needed.

A plan is a plan, and execution is not so easy.

Thinking of the huge workload in the future, I feel a little depressed.

If he hadn't been arranged by Voldemort to return to school, he wouldn't want to touch these jobs.

"After learning, if you want to go to Honey Duke with me," he glanced at Pansy and said suddenly.

"Really?" The enthusiasm ignited in an instant.

To the Duke of Honey?

"Is it a date?" Pansy thought to himself.

In order to "date", her boring tutoring routine began.

Although it was learned knowledge, Malfoy did not think that coaching Pansy was a waste of time.

It doesn't count from the perspective of the relationship between the two or the perspective of knowledge. Needless to say the former.

The latter is also true. The difference between passive acceptance and active output can be refined again in the teaching process.

In order to teach clearly, you must have a deep understanding of concepts, and it makes sense to learn the new after reviewing the past.

The level of promulgation according to the book will only mislead the children..

"Whether it's for the exam or for myself..." Malfoy said tirelessly.

"Okay, I know." Pansy tilted his head, holding the pen barrel and said perfunctorily..

Just when the girl was struggling for the exam.

Another girl also sought help from the teacher for some pursuits.

"Professor McGonagall?" Hermione was a little nervous at the door of the office and knocked gently.

"Come in, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall is wearing her old-fashioned glasses, sitting on the carved chair at the desk, looking at "Today's Transfiguration", looking up at the concealed crack of the door, posing Waved his hand.

A row of quill pens floating in the air was scoring the parchment scrolls on the desk.

I have to say it is very convenient.

"You did a good job in the exam this time." Professor McGonagall closed the magazine in his hand and commented while looking at the students in front of him.

"But your two friends still want you to help them, especially Ron. I suspect he didn't attend the class at all. You have to supervise them more."

"Especially Ron, set an example of not having a prefect."

"Okay, I will." Hermione was a little absent-minded.

"Are you hungry? Eat two biscuits." Professor McGonagall is still very kind in class, especially her favorite student.

She passed a patterned iron box over.

"Professor..." Hermione didn't catch the box, and seemed a little bit hesitant. She didn't come here to eat.

Professor McGonagall looked serious."Hesitating is not like my student, nor Gryffindor,"

"I want to learn from Animagus." Hermione took a deep breath, and then quickly revealed her purpose..

"Most Animagus has no combat effectiveness and will waste a lot of time, especially now...you have to prepare for the exam." Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows first, and then said patiently.

"Can you tell me why?"

McGonagall looked at Hermione, and the girl pursed her lips without saying a word.

"Forget it, I believe you will not do anything against the school rules. If Porter and Weasley come to me, I really have to think about it."

"Remember to keep it confidential, I won't report it." McGonagall sighed.

Obviously, the Ministry of Magic will not allow uncontrollable recently. Even if it is reported, it will have to fill in many forms, and the application will not necessarily be approved.

Especially the current situation.

Looking at the student's expression, she knew that Hermione would obviously not be happy, and she might report it and stop studying.

Everyone has their own secrets, and she thinks Hermione should be measured.

She is not against students learning more, especially in the current state of affairs.

Although it has no combat effectiveness, it is highly concealed.

Probably soon.The recorded Animagus needs one more.

"Thank you Professor." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, for fear that Professor McGonagall would reject her.

"but..."

"The study of Animagus is a long process..."

"I will only go back two days during the summer vacation." Hermione said quickly.

"I have travel plans for the summer, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall said suddenly and seriously.

"Then..." Hermione didn't realize that this was a joke for a while, and she was at a loss for what to do, so she immediately calculated her course.

"Just kidding." The serious expression eased, and withered palms stretched over, pulling Hermione's somewhat messy brown hair to one side.

The old lady made a joke.

In this situation, what is in the mood to travel? She lost her husband in her early years and is now single again. Most of the summer vacations are spent in school, not to mention the stressful moments.

"That's good, you can prepare for the exam first."

"I want to see you take 12 excellent ones. If you lose one, you can't learn." Professor McGonagall put on the face of the Yan teacher.

"Okay..." Hermione said hesitantly.

It seems that I am not too humble, and it is indeed a bit difficult.

"Hope is a small animal." Hermione secretly hoped for a while.