Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy was helpless, yes, very helpless.

Because he lost interest in most courses after the initial novelty.

Would a high school student go back to an elementary school classroom with gusto? Unless he is a scumbag.

Today's Malfoy is obviously not a scumbag. The only thing that interests him now is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration course, which is notoriously difficult, complicated, and perhaps dangerous.

Plus Malfoy wonders what's going on in this world line. The vast majority of Slytherin and Gryffindor classes today are actually together.

"Is this the butterfly effect?" thought Malfoy.

"Hey, is Professor McGonagall late? I didn't expect that kind of serious old woman to be late too." Pansy tugged at Malfoy's shirt and asked.

"Don't talk, see that cat on the table?" Malfoy hurriedly shut Pansy.

With a "ding" sound, the class bell rang. The cat on the table jumped down, deformed in mid-air, and returned to Professor McGonagall with a serious face when it landed.

"Transfiguration is the most complicated and dangerous spell you have ever taught at Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said. "Anyone who wants to be mischievous in my class, I'll ask him out and never let him in again. I warned you." After saying that, he looked at Pansy.

"It's over, she heard me." Pansy lowered her head, trying to hide behind Malfoy.

"Don't worry, she's not that stingy," Malfoy reassured.

Soon, teaching began. With a spell, Professor McGonagall transformed the desk in front of her into a pig, and then back again.

The students present were amazed, and Malfoy was no exception. As a person who has been deeply influenced by materialist education, these scenes will make people feel amazing how many times they watch them.

After jotting down a bunch of hard notes, Professor McGonagall started giving everyone a match to try and turn it into a needle.

"Professor McGonagall, look, my matches are changing." Hermione screamed excitedly. Only her matches have changed slightly so far.

"Yes." Professor McGonagall nodded approvingly, showing a rare smile. "Five points for Gryffindor!"

Hermione was very happy and raised her head proudly. The lion cubs of Gryffindor were also very happy. After all, the glory of the academy is also its own glory. Some people even looked at this girl who added points to the college on the first day with admiration.

"Mr. Draco, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have even thought that you secretly took out a new needle. Slytherin, plus ten points!" Unfortunately, the Lion House was not happy for too long. Compared to Hermione's half-finished work, Malfoy has completely completed the change from match to needle.

Hermione, who was still looking up just now, immediately lowered her head and glanced at Malfoy secretly again. Compare the difference between the two.

"To make you proud." Pansy secretly grimaced provocatively.

"Don't worry, he must have practiced many times at home, but it's normal," Harry reassured behind Hermione. Ron blushed and did not speak, as if thinking of his family.

"I haven't lost to anyone in my studies yet." Hermione raised her head suddenly, with amazing fighting spirit in her eyes.

"Looks like I'm nosy." Harry shook his head.

As for Malfoy, it was as if a trivial thing had been accomplished, and with a flick of the wand, the needle returned to its original shape. As they said, Malfoy did practice similar spells, but it was also part of his strength and could not be denied.

Of course, even with practice, Malfoy gets to perfection in at most three times.

"As long as the plug-in works well, there is no magic spell that can't be cast well," Malfoy laughed at himself, but now for him, simple memory has become useless.

Creativity is what he needs to pursue.

There are two kinds of good students, one is good in the conventional sense. It turns out that Hermione in the world line should be included in this category. They can complete the tasks assigned to them by the teacher almost perfectly, but that's all. The other one not only has the former's ability, but also has unparalleled creativity. You can see by looking at the spells and notes created by Snape. Just being smart is not enough.

"But this kind of thing can't be forced, you can only be a good student in the conventional sense." Malfoy thought to himself.

The most anticipated by the students was naturally the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but everyone except Malfoy was disappointed. Because Professor Quirrell smelled too much garlic, and there didn't seem to be anything magical about the class. Everyone was a little distracted. Malfoy listened to his lecture with some interest.

"Poor fellow." Malfoy shook his head.

"Well, you also think this guy's class is boring, right?" Pansy in the back row suddenly poked Malfoy's back with a pen.

"It's okay," Malfoy said perfunctorily.

"It's better to talk about resisting vampires than to go up and talk about "Twilight" again." Pansy looked at him expectantly.

"Please don't be kidding, I don't know who is talking about trash plots halfway through." Malfoy turned sideways and whispered.

"Disgusting and disgusting that bunch of little lions." Pansy showed his trademark smirk.

"I guess I'll just keep listening to how to deal with vampires with garlic."

"boring!"

The days were uneventful, as Malfoy saw it. He was an exception, although other classmates were often troubled by the amount of assignments by the professors, and his good performance allowed Malfoy to dispense with almost most of the assignments.

"How can I see the so-called forbidden books." Malfoy was in a daze in front of a row of bookshelves.

For a scholarly tyrant, going to the library is the real norm. As for the two valet Malfoy, they were so happy to let them "follow themselves", and it was more uncomfortable for them to come to the library than to kill them.

As for the books open to the public in these libraries, Malfoy was less than interested.

"Just for fun." Malfoy took out a copy of "The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic" from the bookshelf and began to read it.

"Terrible magical talent, childish political thought." Malfoy concluded.

He doesn't know how to use his charisma to rule, and relies too much on his own strength. Except for a small number of die-hard Death Eaters who worship him crazily, most of them rule with fear. Cooperation with some families is also only based on interests. Cause the forces to be scattered. Once the power of oneself disappears, it is not surprising that the tree falls and the hozen is scattered.

"The tragic childhood led to paranoia. It is not pure blood, but it pursues the concept of pure blood ruling everything. Huh? No." Malfoy seemed to think of something. "Maybe this is just a compromise with those families, this is the real The exchange of interests may not be possible." Malfoy pondered the gains and losses of Voldemort's **** activities.

"It's a pity," Malfoy thought. "If I were to detour a bit. The Ministry of Magic's gang members are in a daze. They really want to engage in politics, relying on their own bewitching skills to the upper ministers, and then slowly encroach on the Muggle world."

But now the Dark Lord seems to have begun to make full use of his bewitching abilities.

"Should we expose Quirrell to Dumbledore?" Malfoy pondered. "By the way, he discovered something was wrong with Quirrell early on, so let Snape have a headache."

"This classmate, can you let me go?" When Malfoy was thinking, a voice suddenly interrupted his thinking, which sounded familiar.

"Oh, alright." Malfoy's habit of reading against the bookshelf was one of those habits he had left over from a previous life. But now it's obviously blocking someone else's way.

"Thank you," the voice continued.

After a few seconds.

"It's you!" Another whisper.

Malfoy, who had given way, was ready to change to another book, but with this low voice, he still looked up, and the first thing that caught his eye was a thick, unkempt brown hair. It turned out to be Hermione holding a stack of books. But it's normal. Who else but her will go to the library a few days before school starts?

"It turned out to be Gryffindor's little lion, well, I'm a pureblood who likes to ravage Muggles and Muggle wizards. It's better to stay away." Malfoy said sarcastically, and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Hermione's voice grew louder and more urgent. His face was cloudy and uncertain, as if he was making up his mind.

"Miss Granger, I want to remind you that this is the library, please keep quiet."

"I'm sorry." Hermione bowed suddenly, hugging her stack of books.

"This sentence should be said to the person you disturb."

"I mean last time."

"Huh?" Malfoy's eyebrows twitched.

"I'm really sorry for what happened in the car last time. I and they all have a prejudice against you. After I entered the academy, I thought about it for a long time. I think there are only evil wizards, not evil academies and bloodlines. Here I am I beg your forgiveness. Next time I'll ask the other two of them to apologize together." Hermione said a series of apologies as if she had been prepared.

"Should I say that, complimenting Gryffindor for her courage to admit her mistakes? And then I'll forgive you? Like a fairy tale?"

Hermione's face turned pale, and it was obvious that she had taken great courage to apologize this time. But she did not expect the result of being rejected.

"Just kidding, I'm not that stingy, I accept it, but you don't have to bother, and I don't need an apology from both of them," Malfoy said.

Hermione let out a long sigh, the words just now obviously made her uncomfortable.

"There's nothing wrong with the sly Slytherin," Hermione muttered.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Don't be too proud, sooner or later I will surpass you." Hermione was obviously still brooding about the last Transfiguration class.

"That's really exciting." Malfoy laughed.

"Hmph." Hermione, who was forgiven, had no psychological burden and returned to her usual arrogant expression, and strode away.

On Friday, Pansy at the dinner table drooped her head, obviously in a bad mood.

"The potions class is about to start. What I hate the most are those strange potions that are bubbling. Do you know how our teacher is? I heard that he is still the dean of our college." Pansy pushed Marr next to him. Fu's arm asked.

"Didn't I lay out the key points for you in the first lesson?" Malfoy asked.

"Can't remember, do you think you have such a good memory as you are a nerd?" Pansy stuck out her tongue.

"I don't think you read books at all." Malfoy mercilessly exposed the truth.

"But don't worry, our savior will have a good time in the first lesson," Malfoy then added.

"That's great." Pansy feared that the world would not be chaotic.

Soon it was time for potions class. Potions class was taught in the basement classroom. It's colder than the main castle building above. Glass jars are placed along the wall, and the stuffed taxidermy inside is even more shivering.

"It's disgusting." Pansy covered her nose, as if the smell of the potion inside could see through the vessel.

The one in charge of teaching the course was Severus Snape, a thin man whose dark, indifferent eyes were followed by endless voids, reminiscent of two dark tunnels. He also had a huge hooked nose and shoulder-length black hair.

Snape picked up the roster, always pausing when he clicked on Harry's name.

"Oh yes," he whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our new--big name."

"You have come here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of this potion preparation," he began, speaking in a voice almost a little higher than a whisper, but everyone could hear every word he said. Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape also has the deterrent force to keep the classroom in order with little effort.

"Since there's no foolish wand waving here, many of you won't believe it's magic. I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of that slow-simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrance, You won't really understand the mind-blowing, mind-blinding magic of the fluid that flows into people's veins. I can teach you how to increase your prestige, brew glory, and even prevent death—but there's one thing you don't often do. Just the kind of idiot you meet."

After his short opening remarks, the class fell silent.

"Just listening to these words, I don't know which madman ran out of the scientific research institute." Snape's words reminded Malfoy of some Frankensteins he knew in a previous life.

"It's hard to hear it." Pansy said in a low voice with a bitter face.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, raised their eyebrows, and Hermione almost moved to the edge of the chair, leaning forward, looking eager to prove herself, and by the way, glanced at Malfoy.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly, "what would I get if I added powdered narcissus root to a wormwood infusion?"

What grass powder in what solution? Harry glanced at Ron, who was as stunned as he was; Hermione's arms were raised high in the air.

"I don't know, sir," said Harry.

Snape curled his lips contemptuously.

"Tsk, tsk—it seems that fame isn't everything."

Snape purposely ignored Hermione's raised arm.

"Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it?" Hermione tried her best to hold her hands high without leaving her seat, but Harry didn't. I don't even know what bezoar is.

Harry forced himself to stare straight into his indifferent eyes. At the Dursleys, he did turn over all the books, but that didn't mean he could memorize them all.

. "Potter, then what's the difference between the boat-shaped aconite and the wolf-venomous aconite?" At this moment, Hermione stood up, her hand stretched straight to the ceiling of the basement classroom. "I don't know," Harry replied.

"This is our savior," Snape said sarcastically.

"Draco, you answer my question." Snape then threw the question to Malfoy.

"Well, the script is wrong," Malfoy thought to himself. Still stood up, these questions were not difficult for him.

"The combination of narcissus root powder and wormwood can be formulated into a powerful sleeping pill, that is, a serving of life and death water. Bezoar is a kind of stone taken from the stomach of a cow, which has a strong detoxification effect. Wolf Poison Aconitum is the same plant, also collectively referred to as Aconitum." Malfoy searched his mind for a while before completing the answer. .

A satisfied smile appeared on Snape's gloomy face: "Perfect answer, plus ten points for Slytherin."

"Maybe it was just a collusion." Ron muttered softly. "Hermione's hand is clearly raised so high."

"Contradicting the teacher, Gryffindor will deduct a point." Snape said to Ron. Unfortunately, Snape's hearing seemed to be fine.

Ron stopped talking immediately.

"And you, Potter. I hope you'll be more serious after going down, so that you can afford your reputation." Snape said in an exaggerated tone.

"Okay, sir." Harry fought back his impatience, knowing that if he refuted, Gryffindor might be penalized again.

However, Harry did not get his wish, and today's Gryffindor is doomed to suffer heavy losses.

As Potions class progressed, Snape divided them into pairs and instructed them to mix and concoct a simple potion for scabies. Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom as they weighed dried nettles and smashed the fangs of snakes, and nearly all the students had been criticized. Snape smiled contentedly only while standing in front of Malfoy's cauldron.

"It doesn't smell right." Malfoy sniffed. Look at your feet. I saw thick green smoke rising and hissing.

"Clear water is like a spring!" Malfoy cast a spell immediately. Try to clean up the spilled potion as much as possible.

"Idiot!" Snape growled. Not to Malfoy, of course, but to Neville.

Neville's cauldron was knocked over and the potion nearly spread across the classroom floor, but Malfoy caught it just in time to prevent it from happening.

"Nice job, five points for Slytherin," Snape said, turning to Malfoy. Then he put on a terrifying expression. "I'll take care of this first. Get him to the hospital up there," Snape snapped at Seamus. Then he started to embarrass Harry again: "Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add the porcupine quill? You thought he made a mistake to show you, okay? Gryffindor lost another point for you. "

It was too unfair, Harry was about to speak up when Ron kicked him behind the pot.

"Harry, hold on, don't give him another chance," Ron whispered.

Harry could only swallow the words.

After a storm, the Potions class finally came to an end. The scores for Slytherin and Gryffindor also changed with it.

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