Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Draco, why don't I always see you except for dinner and class? You only show up every time you are almost in class." Pansy stopped at the classroom door and was about to step into teacher Malfoy, whispering Complained.

She has been waiting here for a long time, just to wait for him.

"I was probably in the library before, you didn't see it." Malfoy yawned, his light gray eyes narrowed slightly, showing a look of sleepiness.

"Liar, I just came back from the library." Pansy said annoyedly.

"Well, that's the secret." Still perfunctory for no reason.

"What did you do at night? You always feel sleepy?" Pansy felt very keen.

"Don't say that without evidence, or Slytherin will deduct points."

"Also, it's going to be class." Malfoy turned the subject off.

Pansy stomped lightly, ready to ask again in class, and followed him down the stairs.

Then just when they were about to walk into the stone gate, Malfoy felt his robes dragged by something.

"Ok?"

He turned his head and glanced.

It was a cat, tearing the tail of his robe with its sharp claws.

The whole body is covered with ginger hair, and that flat face often looks like angry, of course, it may be really angry.

"Crookshanks! Why did you follow here? Go back!" Hermione's surprised voice came from behind..

"I'm sorry, I'm causing you trouble." She walked quickly to Malfoy, bent down, picked up her pet cat, stroked its erect ginger fur, and sincerely apologized. .

But when she raised her head, after seeing the person's face, her expression became a little embarrassed, she couldn't speak, as if her neck was stuck.

Then he walked into the classroom with his head buried and holding her pet.

Still muttering something in his mouth, as if scribbling Crookshanks.

"Just know to cause trouble."

"Why didn't you stay in the dormitory today? As a punishment, I didn't have any fish to eat today, just to lose weight." Hermione reprimanded her pet.

Crookshanks scratched his body with his paw, indifferent to the master's reprimand.

If you ask Hermione to put it back again, you may be late, so you can only bring it into the classroom.

Looking at the girl's brisk back, Malfoy frowned.

"Really an uncultivated pet." Pansy murmured."The master probably is the same."

Malfoy shrugged, noncommittal.

But there is something unusual

Where does the exception occur?Malfoy was puzzled.

The door of the underground classroom is about to close.

"It should be late if you don't leave." He said suddenly.

So the two filed in and walked into the classroom.

Slughorn hadn't even showed up, the big belly had already come out first, his walrus beard trembling on his smiling mouth, smiling at every student passing by.

Unlike usual, the underground classrooms are already filled with steam, full of all kinds of strange smells, mostly fragrant aromas.

One by one, the large crucibles were held up, and the liquid was gurgling with bubbles.

"This is my first class with you. As a student in the improvement class, I know that your grades are good."

"But let me introduce myself first."

"Dumbledore and I have known each other for a long time. A long time ago, I talked and laughed happily with him." First, I raised the high-status display to show my status.

"I worked with him many years ago, when I was still in this position, he was a transfiguration teacher."

"Hmm..." He looked at his bulging belly, then patted it.

"This belly shouldn't be that big at the time." With a skeptical look, he looked down at his blessed belly.

There was a burst of joyous laughter from the stage.

Slughorn had a satisfied smile on his face, seemingly satisfied with his humor.

"We were colleagues at the time, and he was still a teacher of transfiguration, and soon he became the principal."

"Of course, I actually think he should be a Minister of Magic."

"But he didn't dare to be interested, power, crazy and distracting, he said, the best way is not to touch it."

"Not long ago, before he died, he found me and invited me to be a professor in the potions class."

"I was hesitant at the time, but he repeatedly invited, and out of respect for him, there are some reasons to recite."

"I also miss him very much, but people still have to look forward, are you right?"

"Well, after chatting for a long time, we can get to the topic.

Slughorn said.Looking through a lot of hot steam, his big figure looked erratic."Dear students, please take out the balance, medicine bag, and, don’t forget to take out your "Advanced Potions Making" textbook..."

Professor McGonagall's reminder worked at this time.

Harry and Ron are not without textbooks and balances now.

"Okay," Slughorn said as he returned to the front of the classroom, he pushed his already bulging chest forward again, and the buttons on his vest were about to burst.

"I have prepared a few medicines to open your eyes. Of course, just out of interest. You should be able to make something like this when you finish the course of the improvement class. Although you haven't done it yourself, you must listen to it. Said. Can anyone tell me what this one is?"

He pointed to the crucible closest to the Slytherin table.

Hermione raised her well-trained hand first.Slughorn pointed at her.

"It's Veritaserum, a colorless, tasteless medicine that forces people who drink it to tell the truth." Hermione said.

She recalled the time she spent with her crying Myrtle in the days when she made medicine in the bathroom.

Sirius used the potion to gain her trust, and then a series of serial events happened, making the truth seem confusing.

Slughorn was a little dazed, and then reacted quickly. He didn't expect someone to answer so soon.

"Very good, very good!" Slughorn said happily.

"What's your name, miss." He said with a smile.

"Hermione Granger."

"Now," he continued, pointing to the crucible closest to Ravenclaw's table, "this is more famous... and it has been highlighted in several pamphlets recently issued by the ministry... who can--? "

Hermione raised her hand again.

"Miss Granger, leave some opportunities to others, right?"

Hermione put her hand down upon hearing the words.

"I look at the roster, this time I randomly draw one, and get to know the students by the way." He muttered.

"Draco Malfoy? The grades are very average, the average is based on O, excellent student! You come to point out the name of the potion in front of me.