A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Harry thought confinement sucks, because Malfoy kept muttering in his ear, defiantly. This caused his efficiency to plummet, and it was near noon, but only ten sheets of parchment had been copied.

It's not as thick as a little finger.

At lunch, Harry complained to Hermione and Ron about it. He collapsed a little: "I never thought he would talk so much, buzzing non-stop."

Ron advises him: "You can harass him too."

Harry was speechless, he didn't talk much to Malfoy.

Hermione thought thoughtfully, "You may be able to provoke him and ask him if he is the heir of Slytherin."

"Stop talking, how could he say that, unless it's someone close to him." Ron retorted.

Harry also felt that this idea was unreliable, and it was easy to startle the snake. "By the way, Hermione, what do we do with the autograph?"

"Would you like to find Professor Hepp?" Ron suggested.

"That's not a good idea." Hermione sighed. "He's not like Professor Lockhart, that..."

"—Like a fool." Ron answered, and Hermione glared at him.

"However, I can try tonight, I can only say try." Hermione did not give a definite answer.

After lunch, they returned to the ancient Rune office to resume their copying tasks.

And Harry had to endure Malfoy's provocative eyes. He tried to draw his wand several times to cast a curse on him. One was not enough. It was better to cast three spells in an instant like Professor Hepp did, so that he could not fight back. force……

In the afternoon, Felix looked at the results of several people and nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, the three of you can complete the task tomorrow afternoon. And Mr. Malfoy, your progress is faster, you are only seven or eight pages away. "

Draco Malfoy almost burst into tears, thanks to how much he paid for his short speech, two tomes, completely handwritten.

Nearly two months before and after, although he escaped a lot of confinement in the middle to participate in Quidditch training...

Then Malfoy wrote so hard that even Harry didn't care, and finally finished copying the entire content before dinner.

Felix couldn't help but praise him, "Very good, well, Mr. Malfoy, this is the end of your confinement."

"Yes, Professor," Malfoy whispered.

Seeing him sorting out his stationery, Harry and the others are very envious, and they have a whole day of confinement tomorrow.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Malfoy," Felix stopped him, making Malfoy shudder.

Won't you arrange a few more books for him?

Fortunately, Felix didn't have such thoughts. He waved his wand and flew out from the corner a thick stack of parchment - densely written on it. Under his magic, the parchment was split in two and quickly stapled together in mid-air.

Two book covers flew out of the suitcase, wrapped the parchment paper, and the hot gold text slowly emerged on the cover, it looked like two books.

"Mr. Malfoy, this is the fruit of your labor. I'll give it to you as a gift."

Two books fell in front of him, and Malfoy was taken aback.

Felix said, "Although you're a pure-blood of honor and have outstanding talents, Muggles are not useless. I think you already understand this." He pointed to the two manuscripts in front of Malfoy.

"Through this confinement, I hope you will remember that being weak or strong is not an obstacle to survival, arrogance is."

Malfoy held two books, lips parted and closed, but said nothing.

After he left, Felix said to the other trio watching the play: "Okay, your task today is over, and you will continue tomorrow."

Hermione asked Felix in a low voice, "Professor, can I continue learning Rune with you tonight?"

Felix was a little surprised, he thought about it and said, "I have no objection in principle, but your homework..."

Hermione said happily, "It's okay, I've done my homework." She looked like she had won the jackpot.

When the three of them came out of the office and went to the cafeteria, Ron looked at Hermione in disbelief: "Have you really finished your homework?"

"certainly!"

"When did you write it?" Ron seriously doubted that his time was different from Hermione's. Did she have a few more hours a day than her?

Hermione was in a very good mood, she said a little proudly: "Now that you know that you will be closed on weekends, of course you have to finish your homework ahead of time, isn't that common sense?"

Roanne was speechless, and Harry looked ashamed.

...

Malfoy returned to the Slytherin common room and put down his bag.

He sat on the chair with a gloomy face, looked through the green lights in the lounge, and looked at the black lake outside the window. From time to time, there were one or two swimming fish passing by the window.

The two attendants approached, "Draco, do you want dinner?"

"Crabbe, Goyle..." Malfoy gave them a serious look, "Forget it, you go."

Crabbe and Goyle shrugged and left quickly.

Malfoy tucked himself into his chair, his pale blond hair and slightly pale face half hidden in shadow.

He was still recalling a few words from Professor Hepp.

Although he tried to refute the absurd notion, the two months of copying punishment had made part of the book settle into his mind.

This reminded him of the scene when his mother took him to visit a pure-blood wizard when he was a child and ran into his aunt.

That aunt was his mother's second sister, but was expelled from the family for marrying a stupid muddy... Muggle wizard.

At that time, the two quarreled fiercely, and her mother persuaded her to go back and admit her mistake, but she was ruthlessly rejected.

He had very little impression of this, and the only thing he remembered was his aunt shouting at them: "What else do you have to be superior to besides magic?"

That twisted expression, he remembered it now.

For some reason, he suddenly picked up his bag, took out the two books, and stared at the cover.

A copy of "The History of Muggle Struggle: From Millions of Years Ago" and a copy of "How Muggles Think".

He was very familiar with the cover. After all, he had copied it for two months, but it was slightly different——

Under the author, a few new words have been added - Transcribed by: Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy picked up the book How Muggles Think and opened it from the first page. Looking at the familiar font above, for the first time, he put aside all kinds of prejudices and read it carefully.