Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The leisure time of the weekend is fleeting, and the breakfast time on Monday is rather bland.

In the two side-by-side seats at the long Slytherin table, Pansy was laughing and talking to Malfoy, maybe the girl was talking about her previous experience at school, her face was excited, her hands still What are you gesturing.

"Okay, it's time to go." After a short segment of the story, Malfoy suddenly reminded them that it was time for them to go to class, and they would be late.

"Yeah." Perceiving that he was a little too involved, Pansy nodded, but still seemed a little unfulfilled.

Just when they got up to leave.

There was a sudden noise behind the two seats.

A Gryffindor junior slipped abruptly, and the teacup in his hand slipped out of his hand, crashing straight into Malfoy's seat.

Although the trajectory has no features, the landing point is obviously Malfoy.

With a "swipe" sound, the tea was splashed on the ground as if it was blocked by something.

The teacup also returned to the hand of the junior student at some point.

"Be careful next time." Malfoy reached out and grabbed the student who was about to fall.

The Gryffindor student broke free as if electrocuted and ran away.

"I'm really careless." Pansy said dissatisfiedly, staring at the back of the lower grade student.

She was taken aback just now. Magic can solve many Muggle headaches, but emergencies largely test your ability to react.

Nor is it a wizard who hasn't been thrown to death in mid-air. They were so panicked that they couldn't even chant a complete spell.

And in the corner of the Gryffindor table, Hermione was staring at her two friends.

"What are you two doing?" The two of them seemed sneaky just now. Before they fell, they looked over there in advance. It was too obvious.

Ron spread his hands: "We didn't do anything." Harry nodded in agreement.

However, he was soon defeated by Hermione's stern gaze.

"it is good,

Well... I think he must have the Dark Mark on his hand, and I want to find a chance to let him reveal his stuff. If the tea scalds him, he can force him to reveal the mark. "

"So what?" Hermione said suddenly.

A rhetorical question stopped Ron and Harry, and their faces froze suddenly.

Even Snape has the Dark Mark, but it can teach them the same. It doesn't seem to matter whether they have it or not.

"Can you focus on the OLS exam and be more serious, that's what matters to your future." Hermione's tone now resembled that of Professor McGonagall, with a sincere look.

But in fact, she is the most unqualified to say this.

She went to Professor McGonagall to learn Animagus, not to have a deeper understanding of Transfiguration. She was also extremely suspicious of Malfoy's behavior and this incredible "whitewashing".

It's just that, on the bright side, it's almost something that can be detected by just thinking about it, and there can be no omissions.

The "conspiracy" of the Goblet of Fire was detected only when the final plan was nearly completed, due to the mistakes of others.

Otherwise he's still the recipient of the Goblet of Fire, maybe like nothing happened.

Even to investigate, they must recognize the seriousness of the matter.

instead of using this kind of joking prank temptation that would only alert him

"Also, Ron, the prefect's right is not used to command the lower grades, and next time, I will tell Professor McGonagall." Finally, Hermione did not forget to warn Ron

"Actually, you want to be a prefect. I'm sorry to say that." Ron was a little irritable after being trained, and suddenly said impatiently.

"Yes, I want to be, so you'd better not let me get caught." Hermione glared at him bitterly. .

She took a deep breath, stopped her arms from shaking with anger, and turned to leave.

"How can you talk to her like that, Ron." Harry frowned, and said with some anger.

Hermione was soon proven right.

Because in a herbal medicine class in the morning, in order to transplant a special plant, because of its own nature, touching some materials will cause the rhizomes to wither, so it must be touched with the skin.

Malfoy did not shy away at all, rolled up his cuffs, and exposed his arms. Compared with before, he was not so sickly pale and much stronger.

Of course, there is no Dark Mark on it either.

Hermione was alone, ignoring Ron and Harry's apologies, and silently transplanting plants in the corner.

The afternoon class is Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

This was Malfoy's first encounter with Mad-Eye after his return.

"Mr. Malfoy, come up and practice." Moody's azure eyes looked at him.

To a certain extent, people can judge the corresponding mood by observing the face.

There was no expression on Malfoy's face, unusually calm.

Moody's understatement "let him go".

But not because he knew Malfoy's identity.

For the sake of absolute secrecy, Malfoy's experience in designing Peter Pettigrew with him when he was in the third grade has been saved by Dumbledore in the Pensieve.

The memory involved was placed in the principal's office.

It can't be opened without Dumbledore or Malfoy going in person.

Now. In his eyes, he was someone who relied on his father's power to cleanse himself.

But he understands the importance of Defence Against the Dark Arts for students, and the classroom is not used to settle personal grievances.

In extraordinary times, the old man will definitely teach him a lesson.

However, now, after all, he chose to be patient, and there was no real shot in the end.

Of course, even if you do, you don't know who is teaching whom.

A relatively boring Defense Against the Dark Arts class is over.

This class is talking about some basic questions.

After all, it is impossible to practice every class, and summarization is also essential. Blind practice does not make enough progress.

"Draco?" Pansy walked over to Malfoy's seat after class to look for him.

"Where's the person?" She looked at the empty seat in front of her with a bit of depression, and gently kicked the foot of the table.