Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

After separating from Snape, Malfoy chose to spend the rest of the time in the library. He has not officially announced his return to school, and it is not convenient to appear in the public eye.

But even in the corner, the girl who knew him very well quickly found him.

He kept asking questions in a low voice, and Malfoy could only answer half-truths.

Jin Wu sank, and it was time for dinner. The two left the library and walked down the path to the auditorium.

Many students are already seated.

There was no dramatic progress.

It's just that occasionally when freshmen from other colleges stare at him curiously, their eyes will be covered by the prefect.

As for the senior students, the various academies, including Slytherin, looked at Malfoy with awe and a little curiosity in their eyes.

After his travels, his temperament has undergone many changes, becoming silent and introverted, and the sense of alienation and alienation from others has deepened.

Only Pansy followed him closely, as if nothing had happened.

Neville looked at the classmate who had helped him before, with a complicated expression, his face had lost a lot of weight, and only the faint outline could still recognize him as a little fat man at the time.

"The Imperius Curse."

"How many times can this reason be used? Are we fools?" Ron kicked the legs of the long table indignantly, causing the soup to splash out of many plates.

Hermione moved the table subconsciously and took a few steps back, frowning at him.

Of course, only because of his irrational behavior.

For Ron's words, he didn't really want to refute.

Because that's really weird.

"Okay, nothing else, let's welcome this classmate back to school." Professor McGonagall didn't seem to want to continue talking about it.

The entire auditorium fell into an embarrassing silence for a moment.

Malfoy still looked the same.

Then the applause one after the other suddenly rang out in front of the two long tables.

One moment at Malfoy's side, and another moment from Ravenclaw's long table.

There was a smile on the corner of Luna's mouth, ignoring everyone's eyes, patted her palm and gave bursts of applause.

Driven by the two, others gradually contributed to a round of applause, and the scene was finally less embarrassing.

But Pansy's eyes immediately began to wander between Malfoy and Luna again.

"Have you met before?" Pansy walked back and forth between him and Luna, a sensitivity that only belongs to girls.

"Huh? Who?" Malfoy tried not to care.

"The other girl who applauded you, your dance partner." Pansy said with some concern.

"Then when do you think it will be? I'll meet her?" Malfoy tossed the question back.

Pansy stopped talking.

Just at the same time there is a bit of speechlessness in my heart.

This kind of intuition doesn't seem to be someone's patent, it should be the expertise of girls.

After the dinner was over, Pansy prepared a welcome party for him in the Slytherin lounge, but some first-year freshmen who had not seen him looked a little shy when they saw him.

"No, I think everyone is tired, let's go." Malfoy clapped his hands, expressing no interest in this.

Reintegration still takes time, and there is no urgent need.

"You don't look very happy? Draco," Pansy asked sharply.

"Why do you say that."

"Maybe a little uncomfortable." Malfoy raised his eyebrows and gave such a perfunctory explanation.

The next day, in the Rune Class classroom, Malfoy looked at the girl in front of him in surprise.

"Although I have been away from school for a long time, I remember your elective course, which should not be this course."

Malfoy glanced at Pansy and said jokingly.

"You should be in the prophecy class now, won't you go?"

"Of course I missed it. I don't think Trelawney's class is interesting now."

Pan Xi said against his will, pretending to be listening to the class seriously, tilted his head and looked directly in front of him.

"Professor Babbling isn't here yet," Malfoy reminded.

"Can't I prepare in advance?" She looked around again.

Made a very expected look.

"You seem to be looking forward to this class more than I do."

Malfoy smiled and shook his head.

This was actually the first lesson he returned to the classroom, but he was not as excited as he had imagined, and he was very calm.

"Really? No?" Pansy said deliberately.

But the eyes are still inseparable.

She was afraid that it was a dream.

While the two were talking, Hermione walked into the classroom, found a seat in the first row, and put the book on the table.

Then Professor Babbling came in, wearing only a pale yellow knitted shawl and carrying a lady's handbag.

"In the previous course, we systematically learned the practical application of Rune."

"You may be surprised by what I'm wearing today, after all it's very cold outside."

"This is the power of Rune, which can alleviate our daily trouble of casting spells and bring quite favorable continuity and convenience."

A warm air emanated from her shawl uninterruptedly.

"The drawing of the rune is very simple. The homework you have handed in before is to copy and imitate the basic rune. However, it is difficult to make the rune play its due effect and draw the effective rune. ."

"This requires the wizard to maintain great concentration and powerful magic control."

The shawl tattooed with rune is being passed on as an example.

Pansy remembered again the shoes Malfoy had given her in fourth grade.

It seems to be the same, the effect of keeping warm.

She bit her lip subconsciously and looked at Malfoy.

But it seems that he himself has forgotten, and sees the things associated with it and does not react.

Just unfolded it, looked at it, and handed it to her.

"Although I didn't have many classes, but since you're here, why don't you take a look?"

Spent a gentle spell class.

After the Transfiguration class, the two rushed to McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

During the Transfiguration class, students were informed that the results of the last Transfiguration class quiz were in.

"Mr. Malfoy, you may have studied in advance, right." Professor McGonagall looked up and down the students in front of her with his sharp eyes.

This is the only reason why he got full marks in this test.

Yet another self-consistent insight is even made in a theorem that has almost been sealed.

Right or wrong, it makes sense.

In contrast, Hermione also made a small mistake.

Everyone's test papers flew out of the bag and floated to their respective seats.

The scores on the homepage have been hidden, as if it were a special invisibility potion

All that was left was the correction marks left by the red quill, and it didn't seem like things were going well.

"Miss Parkinson, come to my office later." Professor McGonagall looked very serious, walked to Pansy's seat, and whispered.

"The old lady is so annoying. It's long-winded." Pansy waited until Professor McGonagall walked to the podium, tilted her head and muttered in a low voice.

It's obviously not because of other things, but because of her appalling test paper.