Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"You're the most gifted girl I've ever met!" Trelawney swept the tome to the ground. He grabbed Pansy's hand, shook it, and said excitedly.

"I said maybe, the person you divination will come back soon. I promise that he is not in any danger for the time being."

A true prophet has his own spirituality.

There was an embarrassed and uncomfortable smile on Pansy's face. In fact, she didn't feel that she had any talent, she just said what she saw.

But feel lighter.

The classroom was cloudy, and the candlelight showed an ambiguous pink color, and a faint incense lingered on the tip of Pansy's nose.

"Ah." She sneezed in discomfort and rubbed her nose.

"Thank you." Pansy then bowed to Trelawney.

"No, it's just a small matter. I'm also happy for you. It's something to be proud of to be able to see through the fog and see the future." Trelawney shook her head.

Then Pansy left the classroom happily, and she was now going to the auditorium for lunch.

For a while, the pace became much lighter.

Just as Trelawney began to organize and pack her teaching aids, the tightly closed trapdoor was pushed open, and another person climbed the silver ladder and appeared in her classroom.

"Professor Snape?" Trelawney looked surprised.

"Dumbledore asked me to come to you." Snape dragged his robe and quickly walked in front of Trelawney, then immediately pulled out the wand in his cuff and cast a spell.

The surrounding candles went out in an instant, and the room fell into darkness.

Light and sound are blocked.

There was no emotion in his voice, and the low and soothing habit of articulating words in the past became a little rushed.

Trelawney pricked up her ears, barely keeping up with the thoughts of the man in front of her.

Five minutes later.

"You mean, you want me to make a false prophecy?" Trelawney's eyes widened, and under the magnification of her frame, they looked even more comical, her eyes almost half the size of her face.

She screamed and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.

"I'm very principled, Severus, even if it's Dumbledore's request." Trelawney frowned, "Especially I'll be responsible for my prophecy, and if it succeeds, it's fate. Instructions cannot be changed, even if there are occasional mistakes, it is fate that corrects his established trajectory."

Snape's face darkened.

Dumbledore may not have expected the professor of this prophecy class to be so pedantic.

The situation is deadlocked.

As for Pansy, she didn't know what happened in the classroom. At this time, she rushed to the auditorium in a hurry. The lunch time was almost over, and she had already delayed a lot of time.

There are classes in the afternoon.

In the fifth grade, the tasks of each student are much heavier.

Then as soon as she pushed the door in, she heard an annoying male voice.

"Retribution, has Malfoy been arrested?" Ron held up a copy of the Daily Prophet in front of the dining table, and said gloatingly, presumably he had finished his lunch.

This made Pansy's heart suddenly stop beating for half a beat.

Then he paused, then said loudly again.

"Oh, it doesn't look like it. It probably died somewhere. It's a pity."

"Shut your mouth." Pansy walked over angrily, looking at Ron angrily, his shoulders shaking.

"What if I say no." Ron said nonchalantly, looking at the girl in front of him defiantly.

"Then I will teach you a good lesson."

Pansy impulsively raised his wand and fired a spell at Ron, hitting him directly in the face.

It's a pure shock spell.

With a series of jingles.

Ron's head was raised high at first, and then the whole head was planted directly into the deep bowl in front of him, and the thick soup splashed everywhere, looking extremely embarrassed.

"I'm going to teach you a good lesson." Ron immediately pulled the dishes off his head, smashed them on the table angrily, struggled to get up from his seat, spat on the ground a few times, and wiped them again. to wipe his hair wet from the soup.

He took out his wand at Pansy.

He was just careless just now. With Moody's special training, he didn't think he might lose to this girl.

The atmosphere was tense for a while.

It's just that at this time, Pansy put the raised wand down again and hid it behind him, looking like he was dead again.

"What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall, wearing her tall dark green pointed hat, walked quickly to the two of them with a serious face, looked around, and then saw Ron, who was embarrassed, and hugged his arms. Pansy.

Ron's head also seemed to have a few green leaves on it.

The rest of the Slytherin students who ate slowly and did not leave at the dining table, after seeing this funny scene, began to laugh out loud, until Professor McGonagall's cold gaze swept them all. It became honest and quiet.

"Twenty points off Slytherin, Pansy Parkinson used a curse on a classmate."

"Miss Parkinson, even if you are the prefect of Slytherin, as the vice-principal, I have the right to deal with you. I am not only the dean of Gryffindor, but also the vice-principal." Professor McGonagall said solemnly.

"Yes." Pansy nodded obediently at this time, accepted this reality, and then casually walked towards the long Slytherin table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Several other lower grade Slytherin students all stared in admiration.

I don't care how many points the college deducts.

"Okay, Weasley, that's it." Seeing that Ron was a little dissatisfied and wanted to say something, Professor McGonagall said to him: "Gryffindor's courage is not for fighting bravely. Seriously."

Then she left.

A conflict seems to disappear in this way.

But something unexpected happened again.

"Mr. Weasley, as a prefect of Gryffindor, you are disheveled and you have not played an exemplary role, so you will be deducted twenty points." Snape's gloomy expression suddenly appeared in Ron's room. around.

Said in disgust, and sat down at the long Slytherin table, looking like he hadn't eaten either.

"Someone is really pitiful, and he will be deducted points for being so embarrassed." Pansy looked at him and smiled proudly.

Ron clenched his fist angrily, but he didn't know what to think, and let it go again.

"Anyway, someone is being chased and run as a bereaved dog, and I don't know when they will die in the wilderness."

Pansy's face immediately turned pale, and she squeezed the knife and fork in her hand.

Since you can't do it, let's continue to play tricks on each other.

After some tossing, this gunpowder-flavored lunch is finally over.

Pansy impatiently left the auditorium and ran along a gravel path towards the Slytherin lounge.