Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

After the task of the temporary teacher was arranged, the subsequent Hogwarts was barely on track.

Malfoy taught Defence Against the Dark Arts, Tonks was in charge of Potions, and Sirius was in charge of Transfiguration.

The outside of Hogwarts itself has not changed, but the inside is like a broken machine that lingers on after replacing a few parts, dragging its dying body to run.

For Malfoy, a teacher's day-to-day isn't much different.

Aside from the bad looks from many teachers, he is now very unpopular.

On top of that, if an anomaly, Hermione was often distracted in class.

"Excuse me, does anyone know what needs to be paid attention to in the transformation process of living and dead objects?" Tonks in the class was full of passion, and the color of his hair changed back and forth, from elegant purple to playful pink to enthusiastic red.

Most of the students were drawn to her hair color and obviously didn't hear anything.

"It seems that no one can answer." She shook her head in disappointment.

Someone told her that no one could call Hermione's name.

"Miss Granger?" she did, trying to adjust the awkwardness.

"Miss Granger?" Tonks on the podium tapped the desk with his wand, amplifying his volume.

"Hermione, Hermione?" Ron kicked Hermione's desk leg, and she stood up suddenly, opened her eyes, and faced the teacher.

Animagus' control is not very good. She has been very sleepy recently, and she also took a nap just now.

Spellcasters tend to get closer to the nature of animals, especially when they're just starting to get acquainted.

But to others, Hermione slept in class like the end of the world

"May I ask what you need to pay attention to in non-biological and biological transformation?"

"If you want to temporarily change a creature into another kind of creature, you need to be very familiar with the structure of the two. If you want to temporarily give a dead object a certain vitality, deform it, and reserve a certain amount of magic power to maintain it. Things become dead things, in addition to the reservation of magic power, it is necessary to leave a triggerable mark inside,

Otherwise, it will be very difficult to return to the original state. ", she stood up with a rub, and gave her answer as scripted.

Ron looked at the girl in front of him in shock, and he could answer the questions without listening to the class.

People are different.

This is just a little interlude in the teaching.

Actually, not so lighthearted.

As time went by, bad news kept coming, and the day of the final exam was getting closer, but everyone was in no mood to take the exam.

Whether they will survive the final exam time is a question.

Almost all teachers teach students some spells they have learned, or original spells, in class.

But most of the "diarrhea mantras" and "sneeze mantras" are useless spells.

On an ordinary afternoon, after finishing the teaching course of the day

Malfoy didn't choose to go to the auditorium to dine with colleagues and students, but returned to his office, leaning lightly on his rattan chair, his eyes vacant.

But just sitting down, the leisurely daze didn't last long, and a light knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Mr. Malfoy, I have a question I didn't understand today!" Pansy's voice came from outside the door.

"Please come in." A helpless expression suddenly appeared on his face, and he had already guessed who it was by listening to the voice.

During his time as a teacher in Malfoy, Pansy often came to him for reasons.

Just now, the sixth grader's class is over.

"Draco, what are you doing?"

When outside the door, Pansy's voice was still quite satisfactory, but after entering the threshold, the girl became lively.

It is worth mentioning that there is a kitten hidden in her arms.

It was an ordinary cat, not unlike any other, with variegated brown fur everywhere, and twinkling amber eyes.

If I had to find a difference, it might be that the brown hair on its head was a little shaggy and messy.

Pansy bent down slightly and gently put the kitten inside.

The cat was very agile and jumped onto the sofa at once.

"I don't want furry pets in the office." Malfoy frowned, staring at the cat with a displeased expression.

"Don't be so serious, look at its hairy, messy head, isn't it cute?"

Pansy walked over, stretched out his hand and touched it, and said with a chuckle, his eyes were sparkling, and he seemed to like the cat quite a bit.

"Where did it come from?" Malfoy guessed casually, sitting at the desk, sorting out the lesson plan, and asking.

"I found it outside your office just now." Pansy replied, "I saw she seemed a little cold, so I took it in."

"If you don't want it to die, you'd better take it out. The predecessor in this office has a lot of poison left here. I haven't cleaned it up completely. I don't have time to save it when it is poisoned. ' Malfoy reminded.

"It's not a big problem, I'll tell it," Pansy said briskly.

"You don't eat indiscriminately, right?" She squatted half-squatting, rubbed its head again, and asked affectionately.

The kitten nodded and blinked, looking very human.

"That's it."

Pansy sat on the sofa all of a sudden, the top was so soft that he was almost embedded in it.

Sitting on it, he stretched his legs and shook it.

There is no sense of restraint or fear between the teacher and the student at all. Obviously, there is no such thing as the two of them. They have been together for nearly six years and are very familiar with each other.

By the way, if this cat stays with you and doesn't go away, you should help me raise it. "

"I'm in charge of its rations."

"Okay, that's the deal." Before Malfoy could refuse, Pansy made up her mind.

"I didn't promise you."

"There's nothing else I'm going to get to work on."

"do not bother me."

Malfoy appeared rather nonchalant.

But if he didn't do this, he would definitely not be able to work with Pansy's "insights".

"To be a student is to learn to learn."

"It's a teacher and a job now," the girl complained.

"Answering questions for students is what teachers should do, and now I have a few questions for you."

"What kind of potion can the mistletoe berry be used for? I forgot..."

"It's a white berry that grows on mistletoe. It can be used to make common antidote and forgetting potion."

"What about the lion spine fish meal?"

"Therapeutic potion." Malfoy answered the question while tidying up his desk.

"That……"

"At this point, I think you may have asked the wrong person. The new potions professor is not me. I hope you can ask questions about defense in the future."

"This is the end of the day if there are no problems." He simply interrupted the conversation.

"You should go back to your bedroom now."

"Okay." Pansy lowered her head, looked at her toes, and left reluctantly.

In fact, I just wanted to chat for a while, and the goal was almost achieved.

After finally sending the girl away, Malfoy sat back in his seat and made a pot of black tea, giving him a headache.

At this time, a soft cat meow interrupted his rest again and made him open his eyes.

"By the way, and you."

Malfoy stood up from his seat, looked down condescendingly, and crouched down, ready to take it away.

When his hands were about to touch the kitten's body, he looked at those amber eyes.

The outstretched arm suddenly froze in mid-air.

"Forget it." He suddenly stood up.

"If something like spilling ink happens, I'll chop off your claws. I haven't eaten cat meat pot yet." Malfoy reminded suddenly as he walked towards the seat with his back to the cat.

And after this sentence, it actually admitted its existence.

The cat's raised tail was suddenly lowered, and its body collapsed lazily.

Such a humanized action, of course, is not a pure cat.

This is the state of Hermione's classmate Animagus.

Although the process was difficult, it was still safe to stay.

It also means that Hermione's Animagus surveillance plan has officially begun.