Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

After reminiscing about the past, Harry clearly felt that he and Blake were much closer. At Lupin's insistent request, several of them accepted the reality that he was about to leave, and helped him organize the office.

"Oh, Professor Lupin, look, you've dropped something!!" Ron found a bright purple curling roller in the corner and held it high, attracting everyone's attention.

"That thing doesn't belong to me." Lupin just glanced in that direction, then shook his head.

"Do you think Professor Lupin would use this kind of thing? Ron, please learn your brain to think." Hermione hit Ron mercilessly, and then said, "This should be Gilderoy Lockhart. The professor accidentally left something here." Then Hermione took the curling roller from Ron's hand, looked at it, and said firmly.

"Okay, you're smart, I'm stupid, okay?" Ron made an oolong and could only roll his eyes to express his helplessness.

"Actually, that's all my luggage, you don't have to help me." Lupin said, "Sirius, if you don't mind, I hope you can send the three of them to the classroom, and the class should be halfway through now. I'm done." Then he looked at the three Hermiones and said, "It's not a good habit to skip class."

In the end, Lupin left. After submitting his resignation to Dumbledore, Dumbledore did not hold back any more, because he knew that this was Lupin's own decision, and it could not be stopped by someone's dissuasion.

There are other reasons, which are even less relevant to outsiders.

Hogwarts has returned to its former serenity.

And the two teachers who left have also found their corresponding successors, or replacements. Snape will be in charge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the next few weeks. After learning the news, Gran Almost all of Fendor's students complained.

As for the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, they should wait until next year to get a new one. As for Hagrid's class, it is an elderly witch with gray hair. The students call her Professor Grapland. .

It was another ordinary morning. The students were eating breakfast quietly in the auditorium. There were occasional whispers. When the breakfast was about to end, it was time for the owl to deliver the letters. The senders are different packages.

It looked noisy under the noisy ceiling. The owl flapped its wings and made a sound, and then released the package and letter accurately and delivered it to the table of the person who should deliver it. In the cup full of milk, milky white liquid splashed, making the table quite embarrassed.

"Here." Malfoy glanced helplessly at the beautifully packaged chocolates and candies that Narcissa had brought, then turned and pushed them in front of Pansy.

Addiction to sugar and oil is almost an instinct engraved in the genes of human blood, but according to Narcissa's level of concern for Malfoy, if Malfoy accepts all the orders, it is estimated that he will have to pay his two cheap followers. developed, undergoing lateral growth.

"Oh? It looks like you bought a lot of things, Pansy." Just as Malfoy moved, he was surprised to find that Pansy's body was covered with all kinds of packages. Malfoy was sure that this was not the case. She sent it from her own house, because he clearly remembered that Pansy used only one kind of owl, but the owls that flew in front of him just now were all kinds of owls, and there were traces of various herbal mixtures lingering on the package. The resulting smell, with a hint of floral scent, was very thin, but Malfoy could sense it. The potion course is a course he has studied very deeply, and the basic herbal medicine course will naturally not fall, so he is very sensitive to the taste of various herbs.

"Ah, nothing." Pansy saw Malfoy reach out, his body trembled violently, and without thinking, he stretched out his arms and hurriedly pushed all the packages around him, even the labels. Covered tightly,

I didn't want Malfoy to see it.

"Okay, girls grow up to have so much sex." Malfoy thought in his heart, and could only helplessly put his hand back and looked at Pansy silently.

"These are the little secrets of girls, you can't see them." Pansy sniffed, then stuck out her tongue at Malfoy playfully.

"Okay, the secret, I'm not curious anymore." Malfoy waved his hand quickly, he was not interested in the mind of a girl of this age at all, but the habit formed over the years still made Malfoy see something.

Just a glimpse is enough.

"Rose thorns?" Malfoy whispered to himself. This was the label on a package he saw just now. Obviously, he couldn't find a clue at all. He guessed that it might be some gadgets popular among girls. Come on.

At this time, Pansy was also very nervous. She didn't want Malfoy to know what she was going to do. This was a secret that had to be kept.

"Next time, I must buy things in batches." Pansy warned herself in her heart that her big purchase this time would obviously attract the attention of others.

In fact, it doesn't take so many raw materials to make a potion, but Pansy's attainments in potions are not high, and no matter how irresponsible Snape is, it is only for people he doesn't like. Really teaching this apparently banned drug in class, then he should end up the same as Lupin.

Then Pansy has only one choice - to rely on quantity to break through, practice makes perfect, this is the easiest breakthrough to think of.

Therefore, Pansy bought several times the ingredients in the medicinal formula, and the price he paid was that his bulging wallet quickly shrunk.

"Do you need me to help you move to the common room?" Malfoy asked Pansy after looking at the pile of things suspiciously.

"No need!" Pansy, like a little wild cat whose tail was stomped on, hurriedly shook her head and replied in a panic, and then walked towards the door of the auditorium with the piles of packages in her hands. Looking at the wobbly petite body, Malfoy was sweating for her.

"Then I hope you won't be late. It's not a good thing for a substitute teacher to be late for the first class." Today's class is the first class for Professor Grapland, but Malfoy can only watch it when he sees it. With Pansy alone, she tried her best.

Seeing her like that, she seemed to be buying some incredible things, and she seemed very alert.