Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Time flies, and it has been almost two months since I arrived at Hogwarts.

Malfoy was so excited today that he could be described in one word - hilarious, and even the corners of his mouth raised slightly when he ate.

"Why don't you get permission? I'm so happy." Pansy beside him was using a knife and fork to deal with the smoked fish on the plate.

"This is just permission, it represents knowledge, wisdom, and power!" Malfoy was different today than he used to be. said loudly.

"I think you should bring your plate over there." Pansy pointed to Ravenclaw's territory.

Due to his outstanding performance in many subjects, Malfoy has finally obtained the free loan of most of the library's books today, without having to ask Mrs. Pince.

Some books contain powerful dark arts never taught at Hogwarts, and these books are only available to students taking advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts. To view this section, students need the teacher's permission and signature to borrow it.

For the current him, the range of books that can be borrowed has been expanded again, except for some rare treasures or some too dangerous black magic books that need to be consulted. All the other books are running smoothly for him.

"I think you can't concentrate in class today." Seeing Malfoy's excited expression, Pansy started her vicious tongue again, obviously dissatisfied with his appearance.

"I never saw you so happy when you were with me." Pansy felt a little unbalanced in her heart.

"You're right, there will be class later." Malfoy tried his best to calm himself down, apparently not hearing much of the sourness in Pansy's words.

But obviously Malfoy was a little distracted in today's class.

The last class in the afternoon was herbal medicine, and Malfoy rushed to the library after class. Professor Sprout, who was directly provoked, doubted whether the effect of his lecture today was very bad.

"I don't know if there's something wrong with the Sorting Hat," a group of Ravenclaw students were whispering. "If he is our college's college cup this year, it should be ours." Obviously, the news has spread across several colleges.

"What's there to be proud of, isn't it better to get better grades?" Ron was a little resentful in Gryffindor's lounge.

"I think we should figure out how to apologize to Hermione. That's the key." Harry changed the subject.

"Apologies? Wingadim Leviosa!" Ron shouted suddenly. "Did you see her like that? We seem to be mentally retarded in her eyes."

"Enough, Ron, you know that's not what she meant," Harry interrupted Ron. "I think you must have seen her cry just now."

"So what?" Ron's face showed a trace of unease. Obviously, making a girl cry under any circumstances is not something to be proud of.

"Let's go and apologize to her at the Halloween party. I know you're just being tough," Harry said.

"Okay, okay. I'll apologize." Ron's face was impatient.

Malfoy was walking through the bookshelves at this time.

The history of Hogwarts is so long that some parts of the wooden bookshelves have begun to decay, giving off the smell of rotten wood, and some books have been dusty for too long and are already covered with dust.

Malfoy searched for some of the occult knowledge he hoped to gain. He glanced quickly. His feet kept moving with his gaze.

He stopped and stood in front of one of the oldest bookshelves.

"It's you." Malfoy pulled out a book. The cover of the book was a little blurry, with a thick layer of dust on it, making it difficult to read the title.

"Clean up!" Malfoy used magic.

The book looks a little better, but the words blurred by the erosion of time are still not clear.

"Enough," thought Malfoy.

"By the way, it looks like I have to go back early today.

Seems like a big day. "Malfoy doesn't usually pay much attention to these activities, but everyone seems to be a little excited today. Teachers and students are discussing something hotly. Pansy seems to have hinted at him a few times in the morning. class words.

"Halloween!" Malfoy seemed to suddenly remember something.

"This seems to be a key point in the plot, by the way, troll!"

Malfoy was thinking about it when he suddenly felt his back being hit hard.

"I'm sorry." A familiar female voice came from behind.

"Isn't this the protagonist of today." Malfoy looked back, and his unkempt curly hair came into his eyes. Who else could it be but Hermione, her eyes were a little red, and she had obviously cried just now.

"Isn't this Gryffindor's jack of all trades? It looks like you're in a bad mood today, have you quarreled with someone?" Malfoy asked knowingly.

In a previous life, Malfoy had heard a theory that some people tended to hold on in front of familiar people, but would take off their armor in front of unfamiliar people. It seems to be confirmed today.

A thin mist suddenly appeared in Hermione's eyes, and she said, "They all said I like to please the teacher, and Ron said in the spell class that I was like a nightmare, I just wanted to remind him that his spells It wasn't right. Why did they say that to me." Hermione seemed to explode.

"And the group of people in your college keep calling me a Mudblood. This nickname is disgusting!"

"Do you want to see my jokes now? The only thing I can be proud of in front of you is gone!"

Malfoy was a little stunned, because he didn't think they were acquaintances. Hermione's weak performance now makes him feel that his current profession should be a psychiatrist. To take responsibility for enlightening her.

"Cough." Malfoy coughed.

"Then, as the best first-year student in Slytherin, I think I can now apologize to you for those incompetent students in our college." Malfoy bowed slightly.

"Then, I want to express my apologies. I hope you can show your respect. How is the Honeydukes Candy Store? It's Halloween."

Hermione was sluggish for a while, obviously what she said just now was purely to vent her emotions, she just wanted to drive him away and be quiet. But he didn't expect that he not only didn't get angry but also apologized to himself.

"Aren't you angry?" Hermione's voice suddenly weakened.

"I guess since a Gryffindor has the courage to apologize to a Slytherin, I can't be too stingy. Can't I?" Malfoy apparently brought up the last time.

Hermione was silent for a while, then suddenly whispered: "Hogsmeade can only go on Saturday, with the permission of the third grader and the teacher."

"In this world, there are only places you want to go, not places you can't go."

"Gryffindor courage should also include breaking the rules."

"Maybe if you violate the rules a little more, you will be able to mingle with them, right?"

"Come with me," said Malfoy and walked away.

Hermione stomped her foot and followed Malfoy as if she had made up her mind.

Gryffindor students have an inherent risk factor in them, don't they?

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