Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

On an ordinary winter day, the weather outside the house gradually cooled down.

For Hogwarts sixth-grade students, the first class in the morning is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class taught by Snape.

From an objective evaluation point of view, it cannot be said that he teaches poorly. At most, it is difficult to adapt because of the different styles.

Compared to a teacher, he is more like a ruler, constantly giving orders, controlling and ordering endlessly.

It may be due to prejudice and rebellious psychology. Many students have not been able to adapt quickly in this subject and made little progress.

Especially the savior classmate and his partner.

A silent mantra was practiced for a lot of time.

The effect of practicing silent spells in class many times before was very bad, so Snape set a rule for them to continue practicing.

In addition, Snape taught them an iron armor curse that had strengthened its power, but it took a long time to prepare and cast it with a silent curse, which made it more difficult.

The students naturally divided into many two-person teams, starting in the vacated corner.

Pansy bitterly used some small curses at Malfoy, as if to vent his dissatisfaction, but it seemed to have little effect.

The curses were blocked by him lightly.

Or rebound.

"You made a noise. Punish you." A smile appeared on Malfoy's face.

Suddenly the flash was accompanied by a strange arc, hitting her arm, and the girl covered her forehead, and then fell asleep dizzy.

Malfoy caught the crumbling girl and put it on the chair by the table.

"Sleep on your stomach for a while."

Of course, this was actually his excuse, because he wanted to sleep.

Malfoy is still very sleepy. At every time of the day, he wants to hurry up and quickly use time to regain his energy.

"Draco, this is just practice." Seeing Pansy being stunned, Snape walked over to him, sternly emphasized.

"I know, it's just that I want to take a break now, so I can only let the sparring group take a break." Malfoy shrugged, walked back to the seat in front of the desk casually, sat down and leaned against the seat. Up, showing a tired expression.

The Silent Curse was weakened, and his strength was also quite good, just to the extent of a nap.

As for himself, he is indeed quite tired recently.

Dealing with a group of unwise creatures is a very energy-consuming task, especially when they are surrounded by negative emotions.

To deal with it, it often consumes more energy, and it is said that chocolate also has the effect of helping sleep.

As for the other side, Snape soon began his daily targeting again.

"Potter, if it weren't for Hogwarts that doesn't allow corporal punishment, I would love to sew your mouth so that you won't be squeaky and squeaky."

Snape patrolled his head, long greasy black hair, and quickly walked to Harry and Ron's side.

Looking at it from the side, the curvature of the man's hooked nose is so sharp and weird, coupled with the yin bird's tone and mocking words, it is really difficult to make people feel good.

He mocked Harry's practice in a cold tone.

Harry, who had suffered once, chose to endure it. It was not a problematic choice to endure it rather than being locked up by Snape for an excuse.

Just as Snape gave a smug smile, the man's left hand trembled uncontrollably.

His eyes became extremely cold, and then instantly lost focus.

The tall figure suddenly arched, his breathing became heavy, and he gritted his teeth as if he was enduring something.

For a moment his feet seemed to lose support.

The man realized that something was wrong, and immediately put his palm on a table beside him, and didn't knelt down on the ground all of a sudden. He took out his wand and looked around vigilantly.

Malfoy not far away suddenly opened his eyes, and immediately noticed Snape's abnormality.

"I'm going out now." Snape frowned, restraining his violent pain, and barely let out a voice.

The legs began to tremble due to the pain, but they were hidden in the robe and couldn't really see it.

"I'll take you to the school hospital." Malfoy stood up, walked quickly to Snape's side, and said in a low voice.

His observation ability is very keen.

Rather than being indifferent like other students.——I just thought Snape had something to do and wanted to leave temporarily.

The two left the classroom side by side. Malfoy helped Snape climb the cold stone steps and walked up step by step. After walking to the corridor, the two did not go to the sidewalk in the direction of the hospital. .

On the contrary, after turning around a few bends, he tore through the paintings hanging on the wall in a blink of an eye, and walked along the stone steps into another dark basement.

That was Snape's office.

The man gasped sharply, sweat even dripped on his hooked nose.

Snape walked up to the lab table full of bottles and cans and grabbed a few cups.

"If you want my help, I can also prepare painkillers."

"No." Snape's hands kept shaking, and the colors in the glass changed.

With a sudden tremor, the professional potion teacher was so painful that he couldn't hold the cup, and his rock-like arm lost its stability for a while.

With a shaking hand, it smashed on the ground and broke apart

It’s hard to imagine that simple pain can reach this point

The transmission effect of the Dark Mark is determined by Voldemort's mood and the distance between the marked person and him.

The piercing pain just now made Snape feel for a moment that the Dark Lord had already come to Hogwarts.

That anger was the first time Snape felt.

Violent, swift, mixed with the most bone-destructing anger, it seems like a long time has been accumulated, and the underground magma that has been suppressed for endless years is gushing out.

Snape bare his left arm at this time

The green black mark has now turned into a palpable blood red.

Moreover, it still looks like the peak has faded

"I'll come." Malfoy frowned, feeling a little uneasy. For a moment he couldn't tell whether he was affected by Snape's appearance or what omen was given in the dark.

After the viscous potion turned to a clear blue, Malfoy poured it into him abruptly.

After the short sting subsided, Snape coughed a few times.

"The Dark Lord is very angry," Snape said.

"Very." As if to emphasize, Snape said again, his voice a little hoarse.

"Okay, you can go. These things have nothing to do with you. Listen to your mother." Snape said coldly, and he realized that he seemed to have said something more.

"Just now, I gave you painkillers." Malfoy stared at the man in front of him and said every word.

"I can do that too, remember, and play your role as a student." Snape said coldly.

"Okay, Professor, I'm back to class." Malfoy shrugged, watching Snape not appreciate it at all, and finally the conversation broke up unhappy.

A thin shadow was cast in both hearts.