Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Draco?" After all the students had left the classroom, Pansy walked quietly to the podium.

"When there are people nearby, please call me Professor Malfoy." Malfoy said blankly.

"Yes, Professor Malfoy." She immediately tightened her calf nervously, stood up straight, and unconsciously corrected her tone.

"Forget it, just kidding, isn't there no one now?" Malfoy's face showed a rare smile, shook his head, and sorted out the files in front of him.

It seems that teasing girls is a pleasure.

Pansy's face flushed red, her mouth puffed, and she wanted to say something in anger, but the words lingered around her mouth, and finally swallowed it again, just staring at him with the slightly "hate" eyes

"How do you feel in the first class?" he asked casually.

"Just so-so." Pansy murmured vindictively. She really didn't listen to the class much, and focused her attention on the person himself.

"Then I am really hurt." Malfoy said pointlessly.

"It doesn't look like it's injured." The girl then showed a sad expression again."Then why don't you leave?" she asked afterwards.

"My next class is a fifth-grade student." Malfoy shrugged helplessly.

"I forgot, you are now a teacher." Pansy awakened from a dream and held his forehead.

"It's you who are leaving, and you may be late if you are late." Malfoy reminded him kindly.

"Then I will visit your office later." Pansy said reluctantly.

Pansy then remembered that the next class was Sirius Black's potions class, which was also a new professor's class.

"You go now, my relative is not that easy to talk."

"Well, I'll go to the office to see you later."

Malfoy squinted at the girl.

"Okay, ask questions." Pansy said irritably, and then ran out of the classroom briskly. The moment he stepped forward, he secretly glanced back.

Malfoy waved his hand at her, motioning her to go faster.

Then he turned his gaze back to the desk and began to prepare for the next class.

Classes are busy and will not be repeated. The courses of the fifth and sixth grades are different.

Another group of students poured into the classroom, and there were also acquaintances in the fifth grade class.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy?"

"No, I should call you Professor Malfoy now?" The girl's characteristic hazy, ethereal voice came from the door of the classroom, with a slight hint of teasing.

Luna smiled, stepped over the threshold, and walked briskly to Malfoy's side, poked her head slightly behind him, tilted her head, and glanced at the lesson plan in front of him.

No matter what angle it looked like, it seemed a little intimate, but at this moment, the bell for class rang in time.

"Well, don't ask me questions after class, I don't know anything." Luna blinked, her eyelashes flickered a few times, her white face was full of smiles, as if she had always been so happy.

"I think I should be fair to every student." Malfoy said politely, but the rigid tone seemed to be loosened by the girl's brisk tone.

"I wish you success in your class." Malfoy clapped his hands gently.

"You too." Luna lightly touched the earring that hung on her right ear, then walked to the stage, found an empty seat and sat down, resting her cheek with one hand, and looking at her gray eyes with interest. With this new teacher.

In fact, apart from a robe, Malfoy hardly changed anything.

He suddenly deliberately coughed a few times, after the same process, a simple introduction and opening remarks.

Malfoy started teaching the fifth grade students.

"Time is limited. Next, I want to introduce some evil creatures that I may face in the future." He said.

"Maybe it's all," Malfoy added inside.

After all, during the last holiday, he spent most of his time with the evil creatures.

In the future, Hogwarts students will be in contact with Voldemort's men in battle.

"I hope everyone here can remember their weaknesses when facing these creatures."

"The corpse is made of human corpses, using magic curses as a means. There is almost no wisdom. Only the sense of smell for raw human flesh, fear that the flame curse can cause great damage to them."

"Vampires are a traditional evil creature that sucks blood for a living... This is also a misunderstood creature. They have strong vitality. There is a saying, called the first embrace. After some special methods, you can Some ordinary people become vampires."

Compared to being bitten by a werewolf, many literary works have a soft spot for vampires.Romantic, poignant, and gorgeous.

The muscles and tendons are full of hairy beasts and Gu Ying's self-pity, and the pale, sick, and beautiful young man is more romantic at a glance.

But it is also an illusion of literature. Vampires are not much better than werewolves. They don’t see the sun all day and are not much better than otaku.

"As for the werewolf, I believe everyone has understood and contacted."

"Next, I will simulate some creatures based on your abilities, and then react appropriately according to the damage you cause to him."

As soon as the voice fell, the students’ desks began to melt, and the wooden material turned into a pitch-black slime for a while, limply forming a mass on the ground, and then condensed again.

Several girls screamed and stood up from their seats, almost kicking their chairs over.

A few emotions are fear, and most are nausea.

Permeated the stench that belongs to the corpse alone, as well as the cold feeling.

It has to be said that at least it has surpassed most teachers. Many teachers need actual samples as experimental teaching. Malfoy can already rely on deformation techniques to simulate almost completely.

At this moment.Ginny subconsciously used her bat spirit spell, a group of bats hit the head of the corpse, especially the eyes, hoping to interfere with his sight

They have almost no perception and perception, which is the privilege of the living alone.

After stopping for less than a second, the corpse rushed towards them without realizing it.

The corpse has no eyesight, relying solely on the difference between the living and the dead, and spontaneously looking for food-from their only remaining instinct.

Longing for blood, longing for fresh meat, longing for all living beings, longing to transform living lives into their companions.

Some flames were condensed into fire ropes and tied around the waist of the corpse, and some flames scattered into fiery fireballs, blasting towards the corpse in a series. For a while, the classroom was filled with the smell of burnt flesh and blood, "Zi "Zi" rang.

The superb Transfiguration technique simulates almost all the characteristics, showing the perfect mastery skills.