Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Time flies, people are always longing for an exciting life, but they don't know that ordinary daily life is the most precious treasure.

It's June, and the days are sweltering and cloudless, and everyone just thinks about taking a walk outside, taking a few pints of iced pumpkin juice and slamming down on the grass, maybe playing a casual game of boulders or watching. Dreaming forward on the lake with a giant squid.

But few students do so. With exams approaching, instead of lounging outside to pass the time, the students had to stay in the castle, enduring the temptation of the summer breeze blowing in from the window, forcing their brains to work hard.

"Why do I have to stay in the dull library and read the boring textbooks written by these boring old men in this weather!" Pansy threw the textbooks aside for the eleventh time and complained, while using Looking at Malfoy with anticipation, he didn't know what he was expecting. Maybe he wanted Malfoy to relieve her boredom?

"Mr. Sigismund Butch may cry secretly in the grave when he hears your name." Malfoy closed the "Magic Book: Book of Potions" in his hand and said sympathetically.

"Professor Snape gave us water in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It's okay to fail the history of magic. The teacher in the protection class of magical creatures looks very kind..." Pansy began to count his fingers. Which courses are easier to pass.

"The old lady in the Transfiguration class is the most serious. She never releases water, so she needs to pay more attention. I have listened carefully to the Charms class this semester, and it should be fine. There is also a divination class..." Pansy said in a low voice. It was as if after a lap of analysis like this, she was no longer afraid of these exams.

"Divination class?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows and said, "I thought you gave up this class."

"Well..." Pansy paused, as if thinking, and then whispered, "Actually, I think Professor Turnerney is quite interesting sometimes."

"Okay, then it seems that I can have a little magic stick to help me fortune-telling in the future." Malfoy said with a half-smile.

"You're a genius! That's a prophecy! It's well-founded." Pansy hurriedly retorted as if he had been stabbed in the foot.

"Okay, Mrs. Pansy, who is about to become a great prophet, please forgive the rude and ignorant person in front of you. Please guide me, this lost lamb, by the great prophet." Said in a slightly playful tone.

Pansy's face suddenly flushed.

"Okay, stop joking." Malfoy's expression changed,

Then the tone changed to serious: "Review well, I will have time to teach you practice later, Professor McGonagall's transformation exam is not so easy to pass."

"Okay." Pansila said in a long-tailed voice, and was forced to helplessly start to bury her head in the tome of difficult and obscure books in front of the desk.

It's just that the prophecy lesson was just mentioned, and Pansy's mood was far from being as light as her face, but rather heavy.

She still remembered the prophecy that the middle-aged woman had made before, and said about Malfoy's ominous omens, which was also a key reason why she insisted on taking the prophecy class.

Pansy also wanted to hear more about him.

She could tell for herself that sometimes the woman's nerve-wracking remarks could not be taken seriously, but there were times when she was more eccentric than usual, when her eyes were rolling, her voice was deep, and her voice seemed to be full of camera. The magic of the soul, the only metaphor that Pansy could make, might be the song of the siren, and what Professor Trelawney said at that moment, no matter how ridiculous, was always convincing.

"Stay away from the boy who came with you last time, his future is chaotic, faintly shedding blood, and the disaster is still unknown." Professor Trelawney often warns Pansy like this, his eyes are clear and bright , but every time Pansy asked questions, the teacher would return to that confused look, staring at Pansy with her eyes that were magnified several times by her glasses, touching the back of her head and asking in confusion, "I just now What did you do?"

But Pansy wouldn't tell Malfoy this, she'd rather it was just her own wishful thinking and the teacher's nonsense.

But out of hesitation about the future, there is an invisible driving force that drives Pansy to continue listening to this professor's course.

"There's nothing wrong with being careful," Pansy said to herself in her heart.

"This is your retribution for copying your homework." At the same time, Hermione looked at the two boys in front of her with a serious look, and Crookshanks also climbed onto the sofa, waving her paw to her mouth In front, he yawned, as if echoing his master's words.

In the Gryffindor lounge, the fireplace in the corner of the rotunda had been out for a long time, because it was summer, and above the fireplace hung a blanket embroidered with the symbol of the lion of Gryffindor, and the scarlet soft pillow The chairs were scattered in every corner, but no one was sitting on them.

Most students still think that reviewing in the library is more atmosphere, and the comfortable common room should be a breeding ground for depravity.

Harry and Ron faced the books in front of them with bitter faces. They chose to be here just to facilitate Hermione to make up for them.

The time changer was confiscated before the exam, and a lot of classes were cancelled. The consequence of this was that Hermione was no longer so busy, and she could even find time to teach her two friends who were not "good enough". In class, make up for the mistakes they made before.

"Ron! Tell me, what kind of potion is shrunken figs an important ingredient in." Hermione was now holding a wand in her hand, pounding heavily on the low mahogany table in front of Ron, with a serious expression.

"I'm wondering if you and Professor McGonagall are related now." Ron turned his head away, groaning a little weakly. "And said, 'Sorry, I forgot. "

"Last time, Harry and I spent a lot of time cutting this herb for you." Hermione sighed, looked at him helplessly, and then said promptingly.

"Shrinking potion!" Ron snapped his fingers and said as if he was waking up from a dream. With the help of the scene, Ron immediately recalled it.

"Okay, may I ask where the best specimen of shrunken figs in the world was found?" Hermione continued to ask, and Ron's voice got stuck again.

"Nordic?" Ron asked tentatively.

"Okay, I can only say that you guys are really far away. It may be an extravagant wish to pass, not to mention Snape who likes to target both of you." Hermione looked at Luo with sympathy. Well, then unabashedly said the cruel reality, "Remember, it's Albania." Hermione added word by word.

And Harry and Ron can only taste the bitter fruit and do their best here.

And they found that Snape was not happy that he could substitute in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and even said that he was getting more and more gloomy, and he did not miss the opportunity to make things difficult for them at various times. A muscle next to his lip twitched unpleasantly, and he kept flexing his fingers as if he wanted to grab Harry's throat.

Time is fair, it's so sensible and relentless that some students don't slow themselves down just because some students aren't ready for their coursework review.

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