Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Although the process was a bit bumpy, Malfoy eventually reintegrated into campus life, as if nothing had happened.

It's just that when he occasionally lies on the bed in the bedroom, looking at the ceiling, he still feels that this life is so stable that he is not used to it.

For him, it has been a rare and stable day for several months.

Whether it was surviving in the wilderness before or dancing with wolves later, he couldn't get enough quality sleep, and he needed to maintain a high degree of vigilance at all times.

But it's much better now. Hogwarts is arguably the safest place, and he's had the best time for his sleep and the most leisurely time.

After being extremely busy, the rhythm was suddenly cut off, which made him feel somewhat at a loss.

When was the last time the class ended on a step-by-step basis?

Malfoy's memory was a little fuzzy.

He hasn't had a good class since the Goblet of Fire started.

The weekend came, and he was in the library, directing Pansy's review.

Said to be a guide, but only manipulated an extra quill to float in front of her.

There was something wrong with Pansy, and when he tapped, the quill dropped down and began to scribble on the parchment.

"Regarding salamander blood, it can be used to make fortified potions, but it should be noted that the color is similar to pomegranate juice and must be distinguished carefully. Salamander blood has a distinctly pungent taste."

It seems that Pansy is currently reviewing potions.

As for Malfoy himself, he was leaning back against a column of bookshelves, manipulating one to paint something on a piece of parchment.

If anyone can get behind him, they'll know there's a map in front of him.

Except for the little black dots that don't symbolize people's names, the level of detail is no different from the Marauder's map

The circles indicate many locations.

An invisible trajectory, along a certain outline, surrounded the entire Hogwarts.

The Forbidden Forest was blacked out,

There are also scattered, hand-added ink dots all over the place.

Just as he continued to sketch on it, the entire piece of parchment somehow turned into a book that could turn pages.

He pretended to turn a page, which read - how to maintain a broom.

"I want you to teach me personally." Because at this time, Pan Xi unknowingly walked behind him and looked at him eagerly.

From time to time, I peeked at the book he was reading, and when I saw the title, I became quite disappointed.

"I'm teaching you myself, and I control that pen."

"But you don't look at me."

"Okay," Malfoy replied with a sigh.

The plan I made in my heart just now is almost complete, not too long, just need more details.

A plan is a plan, it's not that easy to execute.

Thinking of the huge workload in the future, I feel a little depressed.

If he hadn't been sent back to school by Voldemort, he wouldn't want to do these jobs.

"If you want to go to Honey Duke with me after you finish your studies," he said suddenly after glancing at Pansy.

"Really?" Enthusiasm ignited in an instant.

To Honey Duke?

"A date?" Pansy thought to herself.

In order to "date", her boring tutoring routine began.

Although it was learned knowledge, Malfoy didn't feel that tutoring Pansy was a waste of time.

Whether it is from the perspective of the relationship between the two, or from the perspective of knowledge, it does not count, the former needless to say.

The same is true for the latter. The difference between passive acceptance and active output can be refined once again in the process of teaching.

In order to teach clearly, it is necessary to have a deep understanding of the concept, and it makes sense to learn from the old.

The level of the script will only mislead the children. .

"Whether it's for the exam, or for myself..." Malfoy said tirelessly.

"Okay, I know." Pansy tilted her head and said perfunctorily while holding the pen. .

Just when the girl was struggling for the exam.

Another girl also seeks the teacher's help for some pursuit.

"Professor McGonagall?" Hermione knocked lightly at the door of the office, feeling a little nervous.

"Come in, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall was wearing her old-fashioned glasses, sitting on the carved chair in front of the desk, watching "Transfiguration Today", looking up at the hidden door crack, swinging waved his hand.

A row of quills floating in the air was scribbling corrections on the parchment scrolls on the desk.

I have to say it is very convenient.

"You did a good test this time." Professor McGonagall closed the magazine in his hand and commented while looking at the students in front of him.

"But your two friends still want you to help them, especially Ron. I suspect that he didn't listen to the class at all. You need to supervise them more."

"Especially Ron, who does not have a prefect at all."

"Okay, I will." Hermione was absent-minded.

"Are you hungry? Eat two biscuits." Professor McGonagall was still very kind after class, especially her favorite student.

She handed over a tin box with a pattern engraved on it.

"Professor..." Hermione didn't catch the box and seemed a little hesitant to say anything. She didn't come here to eat.

Professor McGonagall became serious. "Not like my students, not like Gryffindor,"

"I want to learn Animagus." Hermione took a deep breath, and then quickly revealed her purpose. .

"Most Animagus have no fighting ability and will waste a lot of time, especially now...you have to prepare for the exam." Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow first, and then said patiently.

"Can you tell me why?"

McGonagall looked at Hermione, the girl pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Forget it, I believe you won't do anything against the school rules. If Potter and Weasley come to me, I really have to think about it."

"Remember to keep it secret, I won't report it." Mag sighed.

Obviously, the Ministry of Magic will not allow it to be uncontrolled recently. Even if it is reported, many forms have to be filled out, and the application will not necessarily be approved.

Especially now.

Looking at the student's expression, she knew that Hermione would obviously not be happy, and she might report it and stop studying.

Everyone had their own secrets, and she thought Hermione should be measured.

She has no objection to students learning more, especially in the current state of affairs.

Although it has no combat power, it has high concealment.

Most likely soon. One more Animagus to be recorded.

"Thank you Professor." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, for fear that Professor McGonagall would reject her.

"but..."

"Learning at Animagus is a long process..."

"I'm only going back for two days during the summer vacation," Hermione said hastily.

"I have travel plans for the summer vacation, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall said suddenly and seriously.

"Then..." Hermione didn't realize that it was a joke for a while, and she was at a loss as to what to do, and immediately started thinking about her lessons.

"Just kidding." The serious expression eased, and the dead wood-like palm reached over, pulling Hermione's messy brown hair to one side.

The old lady made a joke.

In this situation, why is she still in the mood to travel? She lost her husband at an early age and is now single again. Most of the summer vacations are spent at school, not to mention the tense time now.

"That's good, you can prepare for the exam with peace of mind."

"I'd like to see you get 12 outstanding, and you won't be able to learn if you lose one." Professor McGonagall put on the face of a strict teacher.

"Okay..." Hermione said hesitantly.

It doesn't seem very modest to promise, and it is indeed a bit difficult.

"Hope is a small animal." Hermione secretly hoped for a while.