Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"So it looks like I've done a good thing?" Malfoy stroked his chin.

"Yeah, maybe she likes you." Pansy said slightly sour.

"Well, do you think it smells a little heavy here?" Malfoy decided to avoid the subject, instead referring to the bad smell in the car.

Not to mention that he didn't pay much attention to it. When Malfoy mentioned it, Pansy immediately noticed the unpleasant smell emanating from the carriage. It was a faint smell of musty and straw, which made Pansy feel as if he was in a place in England. In the remote rural farm, the occasional bumps made her even more disgusted.

"Fresh air!" Malfoy waved his wand, making the smell of the car a little better.

It has to be admitted that wizards are far more convenient in their daily life than ordinary Muggles, which is a fact.

Malfoy suddenly felt that something was leaning on his shoulder. It turned out that it was Pansy who fell asleep again. She was really tired today, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she was exhausted.

The carriage continued to roll forward, and in front of it was a pair of magnificent cast-iron gates, flanked by many stone pillars, with a winged boar at one end, and two tall, hooded Dementors stood guard on both sides of the gate, and the surroundings were gloomy and cold. In the dark, there is always a depressing aura. When passing by, Malfoy lit up the light of the Patronus in the carriage. He felt sensitively that the two dementors also took a few steps back in disgust. .

"Rest assured, you will soon find your proper home." Malfoy clenched his fists and made his final decision on the fate of these inherently evil magical creatures.

The carriage stepped onto a sloping driveway, and Yestral, who was pulling the carriage, increased its speed, and many corner towers and towers gradually approached them, and finally the carriage swayed to a halt.

He and Pansy slowly got out of the carriage and walked up the stone steps, past the huge oak door, and then into the deep front hall. In order to take care of Pansy, Malfoy tried to slow down his pace as much as possible. Passing a small door, Malfoy looked into the hall and found that the interior was not particularly bright, as if the magical ceiling had failed.

"I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey first." Malfoy said to Pansy. He saw that Pansy's face was getting paler and paler, and it seemed that he would faint at any time.

"Well, Pansy nodded obediently."

After Pansy was settled, Malfoy had the time to attend the sorting ceremony of the freshmen, but it was estimated that it should have ended, and they had lost a lot of time just now.

Going down the stairs and into the auditorium, Malfoy glanced at it. The pointed hats formed a black ocean. The faces of the students were illuminated by the candles suspended above the table. As expected, Professor Flitwick was holding the He walked out of the auditorium wearing an old hat and a three-pointed stool, which marked the end of the sorting ceremony.

Malfoy walked towards Slytherin's desk quietly and quickly. When many students saw him, they took off their hats and gestured to show their respect. Some freshmen also saluted their seniors in the same way. Even if they were ignorant and didn't know why they were doing this, a few people stood up just to give Malfoy a seat.

"The charm of prestige." Malfoy sighed silently in his heart, not knowing whether sarcasm or some more complicated emotions were surging in his heart.

On the stage, Professor Dumbledore stood up, ready to speak, and all the students stopped their whispers.

Professor Dumbledore looked very old. But now he can still be described as vigorous, always giving the impression of energy to students and teachers, with hair and beard several feet long, with semicircular glasses and a rather hooked nose. , In addition to the freshman, most of the students at Hogwarts have full respect for him, and the freshman also has many things to grow up listening to his legend.

"Welcome!" said Professor Dumbledore, his beard gleaming in the light of the candles. "Welcome to Hogwarts in the new school year! I have a few words to say to you all, one of which is very important and serious, and I thought it might be better to say before you all get dizzy with this delicious meal. Make it clear."

After that, Dumbledore talked about the dementors stationed outside Hogwarts. Even if he didn't like these evil magical creatures hanging around the school, it was an order from the Ministry of Magic. If he didn't want to be with magic If the Ministry falls out and maintains the harmony on the bright side, one can only choose to endure it.

So he specially emphasized the importance of safety, reminded the prefects, and gave a warning look to several students who often violated school rules.

Percy of the Weasleys raised his chest and looked around, showing the majesty of a prefect, which left a deep impression on many students. Dumbledore looked around and found that no one spoke. , so he cleared his throat and started the next words.

"It's a great pleasure," he continued. "This year, I am delighted to welcome two new teachers to our ranks."

"The first one was Professor Lupin, who graciously agreed to fill the vacancy in Defence Against the Dark Arts."

There were only scattered and unenthusiastic applause among the students, and the students who were in the same carriage with him just now applauded enthusiastically because his Patronus Charm protected everyone.

As for the other students, they don't know anything about it. Human beings are visual creatures. Compared to other well-dressed teachers, Lupin's clothes are too shabby. Perhaps only in neatness he can beat Snee. Well, this makes many students have a bad first impression of him.

And Snape's eyes have been staring at Lupin along the long table of the teacher, his eyes are deep and dark. Of course, this is not because Snape thinks that the two of them may dress in similar styles. His sallow, thin face was filled with a twisted expression that was more than annoyed disgust.

Since there is a house of love and Wu, there will also be a house of hatred and Wu.

If it was said that Snape hated James the most in the group of four, this should be undeniable, then it was normal for the other three to be hated together as part of the small group.

At that time, Lupin was entrusted by Dumbledore as a prefect, but it seemed that he did not play much role in the relationship between his classmates. James and Snape should have hatred or hatred, should they duel or duel.

Of course, regardless of this dereliction of duty, the grievances between the two cannot be resolved simply by mediation.

Snape wouldn't give Lupin a good look anyway.

"As for the second teacher we appointed," Dumbledore continued, "well, I regret to inform you that our teacher in Conservation of Magical Creatures, Professor Kettle Byrne, retired late last year in order to have more time and The rest of his little rascals are together. However, I am happy to say that it is none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to serve as a teacher in addition to being gamekeeper."

Harry, Hermione and Ron looked at each other and couldn't help being a little surprised. The unpleasantness of the previous few people was temporarily put aside, and they applauded enthusiastically. Not long ago, Hermione and Ron were still fighting for Crookshanks. Scabbers' dangerous argument, but now they're all happy for Hagrid, letting go of their grudges.

The applause on the Gryffindor table was all the more intense.

"Isn't that big man once said to be the mastermind of the murder? Such a person is a gift to be a guard, how can he still be our teacher?" The students on the Slytherin table began to whisper, so Dumbledore's reaction was naturally what Dumbledore expected.

"Quiet." Dumbledore's voice was unusually loud and full of energy. "During this holiday, I am honored to have Mrs. Maxime, the headmaster of Beauxbatons, and Mr. Karkaroff, headmaster of Durmstrang, as notaries, and the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, to judge and adjudicate again. , finally came to the conclusion that the murderer of the case fifty years ago was someone else, and that Mr. Hagrid was innocent, and soon we will get his innocence announcement in the Daily Prophet."

"It is conceivable that the position to get this news will not be very large." Ron was a little depressed, and his father often complained about certain styles of the Ministry of Magic. This kind of self-defeating information will definitely be placed in the most corners and try not to. Occupying the page was already the biggest concession for them, and Ron immediately figured it out. In short, Hagrid's grievances were washed away, which was a good thing for them.

The eyes of several of them turned to Hagrid, only to see him blushing, staring at his big hands, his smile hidden in his messy black beard, Hagrid also looked at them, Can't help but grin even more happily.

Malfoy can only sigh, Hagrid's aspects are not enough to support him to be an excellent teacher, but there is no way for the headmaster to speak in person.

"Well, I think the important things are done," said Dumbledore. "Let's start the meal."

The golden plates and goblets in front of the students were suddenly full of food and drinks. They were so hungry that they began to pick up the food in front of them and ate it. The auditorium echoed with laughter and the clash of knives and forks. Perhaps the new teacher was not very satisfied with them, and the arrival of the Dementors also cast a shadow over Hogwarts, but the excitement and excitement of the start of school still made them ignore all of this for the time being.