Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Professor McGonagall is awake." Fleur raised her body slightly, turned around, and faced the professors at Hogwarts.

"Minerva, you have about a quarter of an hour, and you should know what happened." Slughorn glanced at the quartz clock hanging on the wall and reminded.

"Call Filius here," said Professor McGonagall.

Now Professor Flitwick's voice is not so loud, even if it is forcibly controlled with a spell, it can still be, and the surging of the throat is not so terrible, but it is not enough to say a complete sentence.

Professor McGonagall's spirit is exceptionally good. It may be a side effect of poison, and all his energy has hit a certain period of time.

"Let's discuss the next arrangements." She sighed, looking very distressed.

"Severus is sure..." Professor McGonagall confirmed again in disbelief.

"It can only be explained that he absconded in fear of crime."

"Okay." Mag closed his eyes. The mood suddenly became heavy.

"Felius, if you want to speak, write on the parchment."

Flitwick could only stand on the chair and nodded, because once he spoke, it was a series of uncontrollable frantic laughter.

Affected by such interference, it is difficult for him to fully cast even an ordinary spell.

"The first is the Transfiguration class. There are several candidates in the Order of the Phoenix who can replace them, and now they don't play much role in the peripheral activities."

"Maybe Sirius?"

"Wait a minute, you are responsible for contacting me."

"Curse class, how about Tonks?"

"Not so good..." Flitwick shook his head and wrote on the parchment. "Tonks' spells are average,"

"Then exchange, Sirius's subjects are not bad."

"Okay." Flitwick nodded. Tonks' Transfiguration was pretty good. He was very good at camouflage, and he was a natural disguise magus.

"And the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

Several people looked at each other.

To use a joke, it can be said that Voldemort's curse is very powerful.

This time, Snape didn't even hold on for half a semester and left.

And it's the hardest way to accept it.

"How about Moody?"

"His feet aren't quite there yet."

"Where's Lupin?" Flitwick wrote on the parchment, the words beating wildly.

"He's also going to be a spy among the werewolves."

"Where's Kingsley?"

"He's in charge of the off-campus activities of the Order of the Phoenix."

"Then there will be no one."

"How about Malfoy." Professor McGonagall said a name in a surprising tone.

"Although I don't want to doubt the students, but..." The pen in Flitwick's hand hesitated.

"He is very strange this semester. He is not very serious in class and often sleeps, but there is nothing in the textbook that makes him difficult."

"It's just that I want to suspect that he and his dean may have something to do with each other." Flitwick continued to write with a flick of a pen.

Professor McGonagall rubbed his eyebrows in pain.

She also seemed to recall that Snape and Malfoy had left school together.

"Is there any problem with him?" Slughorn was quite impressed with this excellent student, especially since he had also declined his invitation to the Slug Club.

"Is it the kidnapping that caused a lot of trouble a few days ago?"

"Yes, that hostage is the nurse, Miss Delacour." Professor McGonagall nodded.

"That's really fate." Slughorn clapped, and was glared by Fleur.

"Keep quiet, this is the hospital." Her face was full of chills.

"Well, wicked fate."

"But this student is very powerful." Flitwick nodded and wrote on the paper.

"Yes." Slughorn nodded.

"I want to see him as a core member of the slug club."

"You're playing with your little circle again? Horace?"

"Uh...Minerva, your time is limited," Slughorn changed the subject.

"Anyway, that student has a lot of questions." Flitwick left the handwriting in the air with distrust.

"In second grade...he still"

"He's a good student," said Professor McGonagall suddenly.

"That's what Dumbledore said."

"Call him over, I'll talk to him." Professor McGonagall said helplessly.

"Okay." Flitwick threw the pen on the ground and walked out.

In a few minutes, Malfoy arrived in the ward.

Professor McGonagall scanned Malfoy back and forth with her sharp eyes.

"Professor McGonagall, are you feeling better?" He maintained the utmost courtesy.

"Not bad." Professor McGonagall nodded.

"Severus probably thought that I was too tired and gave me some sleeping pills, maybe he wasn't sure about the effect." She actually had a leisurely joke.

"Dumbledore told me you were a good student," she said suddenly.

Malfoy's eyes narrowed slightly, suddenly feeling a little amused.

"Why, Professor? I don't think I'm trustworthy myself." He shrugged in disinterest.

"Me too."

"But I believe in Dumbledore"

"Can you take the place of your former dean?"

"Replace the teacher?" Malfoy frowned.

This old lady is more creative and bold than he imagined.

"I'll try my best." But he didn't refuse, and finally accepted the old lady's request after showing a strange arc at the corner of his mouth.

Sounds like a good idea to be a teacher?