Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Professor McGonagall is awake." Fleur lifted up slightly and turned around to face the professors at Hogwarts.

"Minerva, you probably have a quarter of an hour, and you should also know what happened." Slughorn glanced at the quartz clock hanging on the wall, and then reminded.

"Call Felius here." Professor McGonagall said.

The current Professor Flitwick’s voice is not so loud, even if he is forced to control it with a spell, the throat surge is not so terrible, but it is not good to say a complete sentence.

Professor McGonagall's spirit is exceptionally good, it may be a side effect of the poison, and all his energy hit a certain period of time.

"Let's discuss the arrangements for the next matter." She sighed, looking very distressed.

"Severus is sure it is..." Professor McGonagall confirmed it again, somewhat incredulously.

"It can only be explained by absconding in fear of sin."

"Okay." McGonagall closed his eyes.The mood suddenly became heavy.

"Felius, if you want to talk, write on the parchment."

Flitwick could only stand on a chair and nod his head, because once he opened his mouth, it was a series of crazy laughs that couldn't be suppressed.

With such interference, it is now difficult for him to fully cast even an ordinary spell.

"The first is the transformation class. There are several candidates in the Order of the Phoenix who can replace them, and now they are not very useful in peripheral activities."

"Maybe Sirius?"

"You will be responsible for contacting later."

"Spell class, how about Tonks?"

"Not so good..." Flitwick shook his head and wrote on the parchment."Tonks's spells are average,"

"Then exchange it, Sirius is pretty good in every subject."

"Yes." Flitwick nodded, Tonks's Transfiguration technique is still good, very excellent in disguise, natural disguise Magnus.

"The Dark Arts Defense Class?"

Several people looked at each other.

In a joke, it can be said that Voldemort's curse is very powerful.

This time Snape didn't hold on for half the semester, so he left.

And it is the most difficult way to accept.

"How is Moody?"

"His feet are not so good."

"Where is Lupin?" Flitwick scribbled on the parchment, the words beating wildly.

"He's going to be a spy among the werewolves."

"Where is Kingsley?"

"He will be responsible for the activities outside the Order of the Phoenix."

"Then there will be no one."

"How about Malfoy." Professor McGonagall said shockingly and said a name.

"Although I don't want to doubt the students, but..." Flitwick hesitated with the pen in his hand.

"He is very strange this semester. He is a little less serious in class and often sleeps, but it is true that there is nothing in the textbook that is rare for him."

"It's just that I want to suspect that he and his dean may be related." Flitwick continued to write with a wave of his pen.

Professor McGonagall rubbed his eyebrows in pain.

She also seemed to remember that Snape and Malfoy left school together.

"Is there anything wrong with him?" Slughorn was quite impressed with this outstanding student, especially since he refused his slug club invitation.

"Is it the hijacking that made a lot of noise the other day?"

"Yes, that hostage is a nurse, Miss Delacour." Professor McGonagall nodded.

"That's really fate." Slughorn applauded, then Furong glared.

"Keep quiet, this is the hospital." Her face was full of chills.

"Well, Nie Yuan."

"But this student is very good." Flitwick nodded and wrote on the paper.

"Yes." Slughorn nodded.

"I want to treat him as a core member of the slug club."

"Are you playing your coterie again? Horath?"

"Uh...Minerva, your time is limited" Slughorn changed the subject.

"Anyway, that student has a lot of problems." Flitwick distrustfully left his handwriting in mid-air.

"In the second grade... he paid it back"

"He is a good student." Professor McGonagall said suddenly.

"This is what Dumbledore said."

"Call him here, I'll talk to him." Professor McGonagall said helplessly.

"Okay." Flitwick threw the pen to the ground and went out.

Within a few minutes, Malfoy was in the ward.

Professor McGonagall scanned Malfoy with her sharp eyes.

"Professor McGonagall, are you better?" He maintained the most polite questioning.

"Not bad." Professor McGonagall nodded.

"Severus may think I'm too tired usually, so he got me some sleeping pills, maybe it won't work well." She actually joked leisurely.

"Dumbledore told me that you are a good student," she said suddenly.

Malfoy narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly feeling a little funny.

"Why, Professor? I don't even think I'm trustworthy." He shrugged and expressed disinterest.

"me too."

"But I believe Dumbledore"

"Can you replace your former dean?"

"Replace the teacher?" Malfoy frowned.

This old lady is more creative and bold than he thought.

"I try my best." But he didn't refuse, and finally accepted the old lady's request after a strange curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It sounds good to be a teacher?