Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The days of going back to school are getting closer, and it's much easier.

Malfoy and Pansyio met at platform nine and three-quarters.

Of course there will be no parents picking up in the sixth grade.

Well, with the exception of the Weasley family's weird flowers, it is always a family of children sending their children on the train.

"I really don't want to go to class. I have to take care of those little ghosts who like to violate school rules." He got on the train and found the box.Pansy put his small bag on the long table in front of him and complained casually.

Malfoy just looked out the window in silence.

This rare moment of tranquility is said to have paid a great price. The teacher at Hogwarts has spent a lot of effort on the entire railway and the express train itself. It was not Voldemort who came to crack it. Basically Will be confused.

The scenery outside the window is constantly changing, pastoral scenery, to winding mountains, from the early afternoon in the morning, in the blink of an eye.

Near the end, Pansy went to guide the freshmen in the first grade.

Everything seems so normal.

If not, many students' faces are full of sadness.

The turbulent situation makes almost everyone worried.

The first-year students go by boat as usual, while the upper-year students go by the horse-drawn carriage drawn by Yeqi.

Of course, most people didn't know it was Ye Qi, thinking it was driven by magic.

When Ye Qi crossed a pair of magnificent cast iron gates with many stone pillars with winged wild boars on both sides, the students realized that they had already arrived at the school.

They got down from the carriage pulled by Ye Qi, and one after another two opened oak doors, stepped over the flagstones, walked into the auditorium, and sat down on the seats of the corresponding college.

There are only a few people sitting at each dean's desk, and most of the students are still on the way.

Hermione sat alone at the end of the long table.

There is only one left in the trio, which is also rare.

Ron and Harry should still be in the carriage.

Even Malfoy would not know that Hermione did not spend the summer vacation at home at all, but instead practiced Animags assiduously for a vacation at school.

The ultimate goal, of course, is to monitor him.

If he knew it, he would have a very strange expression.

The degree of obsession of this girl is indeed beyond his imagination.

The mid-air of the auditorium was decorated with many floating candles as usual, shining the plate below.

On the dining table of the faculty and staff, they saw a raw face, a middle-aged man, a walrus-like beard, and a big, round belly, with a kind smile on his face, looking very kind.

The students gradually took their seats until the seats were almost full, but there were still some vacancies for the first-year freshmen.

Then came the sorting ceremony, the tattered hat made up a new song, and the respective prefects led the freshmen to the table.

The last project before the dinner began.

"First of all, the Quidditch game will still be suspended." What Professor McGonagall did not disclose is that this is also Dumbledore's wishes.

"In addition, the Quidditch stadium near the Forbidden Forest is also set as a forbidden area and it is strictly forbidden to enter, otherwise it will be dealt with according to school regulations, especially for lower grades and freshmen. It is an absolute forbidden area." The dizzy stadium is shrouded, and neither the juniors nor the seniors are suitable for entry.

The whispering voices in the audience were a little disappointed.

"...The administrator Filch asked me to tell everyone that this year, students are absolutely prohibited from carrying any joke goods purchased from the Weasley Magic Joke Shop." Professor McGonagall said seriously.

"Except for self-defense equipment." Then she added.

If in the past, the two Weasley brothers present would definitely make faces or other actions.

But now, they all graduated and are no longer in Hogwarts.

Gryffindor students feel a little uncomfortable.

"At the same time, this year we are very happy to welcome a new teacher, Professor Slughorn, who welcomes any sixth grade students who have achieved good grades to participate in the improvement class."

At the end of the faculty seat, Slughorn stood up, his bald head gleaming in the candlelight, and his vest-clad belly cast a large shadow on the table.

"It was a former colleague of mine. He agreed to return to his old job as a potions teacher."

"It's also an invitation from Professor Dumbledore during his lifetime."

"Potion class?"

"Potion class?"

"Am I wrong?"

The word echoed throughout the auditorium, and everyone wondered if they had heard it wrong.

"What about Snape?" A whispering voice came from below.

"Is it fired? That's really a good celebration." Ron said optimistically.

As if to answer their questions, Professor McGonagall quickly explained:

"Professor Snape will be the teacher of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class." Obviously, they failed to get what they wanted, and Professor McGonagall gave a surprising answer.

Her words were like a bomb dropped into a shallow pond.

"Oh my God? He came to teach?" This was the reaction of most students, and they didn't have any impression of him in the first year, but he did not think it was a good thing.

Snape stood up slowly, still wearing a black robe, against his greasy black hair, bowing to everyone expressionlessly.

"Why is this? What about Professor Moody?"

"Your Professor Moody was in the werewolf confrontation. An accident happened. The wooden leg was bitten and he needs to replace it with a new one. He is still resting."

"You can see him in the school hospital."

"School hospital? What does school hospital mean?" There was another whispering discussion.

"Isn't the best hospital in St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries?"

"The current situation is turbulent. St. Mungo's Magic Hospital and Hogwarts have reached an agreement, and all patients are temporarily transferred to Hogwarts."

"The school hospital has been expanded. You can see it tomorrow if you have the opportunity."

"Besides, it's forbidden to pretend to be sick." Professor McGonagall specifically emphasized, eagle-like eyes swept across the many boys, vaccinating for the future.

They are a little surprised, why Professor McGonagall wants to emphasize this point deliberately.

Many boys understood the meaning of this sentence the next day.

"Okay, it's probably here. You are probably hungry too. Let's start eating."

Food began to emerge automatically from the plate. Many new students were dumbfounded. They were thinking about what kind of magic it was, but their appetite quickly gained the upper hand. There were not so many choices at home.

The new semester at Hogwarts has officially begun.

After the dinner was over, the prefects took their first-year students to get to know their dormitory and spoke the password.After re-emphasizing some precautions, even if today’s work is officially completed,

In Gryffindor's lounge, the trio gathered around a wooden table, and Hermione was constantly being asked what they were asking.

"Where have you been this holiday? All the letters we wrote to you were returned by the owl."

Of course Hermione would not truthfully explain.

"It's nothing. Staying at home and reading books all day, maybe your address is wrong." Hermione said in a perfunctory manner. Of course she couldn't tell them the truth. She stayed at school the entire vacation.

"By the way, we can still go to the potions class." When it comes to grades, Ron is very excited, and he seems to be looking forward to the replacement teacher.

He was lucky. He got all the good grades he deserved, and the prefect doesn’t have to be removed. He has to say that time is good.

As for Harry, he also nodded.

In addition to divination, his achievements are also eye-catching.

Several people chatted with each other.

Their sixth-grade career began so slowly.