Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"You have a very, very unpleasant smell on you."

Luna said in a hazy tone while staring at the long-extinguished candle just above the long Slytherin table with her gray eyes.

Although vague, but the tone is certain.

At this time, sitting at the table were a group of sixth-grade students who had just left the Potions classroom and came to the auditorium to prepare lunch.

And Luna, like an elf whose whereabouts are erratic, walked behind Malfoy at some point and left such a mindless sentence.

When Pansy heard this, he leaned forward subconsciously, leaned in Malfoy's direction, sniffed his nose lightly, and sniffed the side of his robe.

"No". she said confused.

She only smelled a faint scent of shampoo, and the fragrance of grass and the sweet smell of chocolate mixed together.

Then I quickly realized that I had made a bold move, my face was slightly red, don't look to one side, silently forked a piece of pudding and put it on my plate, as if nothing happened

Luna looked at Malfoy and wanted to say something, but was interrupted before she could speak.

"Please don't say anything misleading." Malfoy gave him a suggestive look.

Even having seen Luna show her keen intuition time and time again

He still sighed a little for the girl's sensitivity.

"Alright then." Luna said briskly, pulling out an armchair at random beside Malfoy's seat and sat down.

"But you have to pay attention to your body, don't stay with that group of things for too long." Luna gently shook her finger in front of her eyes, reminding kindly.

The sound was so subtle that not even Pansy heard it.

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult." Malfoy shrugged.

He only hates less time now, and cutting time is even more impossible.

"What are you whispering about?" Pansy wiped out her pudding and interjected again.

"I'm thinking about what to give you for Christmas.

"Luna snapped her fingers briskly, looking confident.

"Is the chocolate okay?" she asked with a deliberate teasing.

Malfoy coughed violently a few times, and hearing the word now would cause physical discomfort.

"What kind of riddle are you playing?" Pansy's eyes wandered back and forth between the two.

It always feels like the two of them are talking about subtext.

"Nothing." Malfoy sighed.

Luna's intuition really gave him a headache, but luckily, the girl was on his side.

Since he was "distributed" to the school.

You can only prepare as much as you can.

Pansy always felt that a silent tacit understanding appeared between the two, which made her very depressed.

Obviously she stayed with Draco longer.

"Also, this is Slytherin's long table, and Ravenclaw's table is over there!" Pansy tapped the table lightly and pointed to the other side to remind.

For a time, it seemed like he was about to swear his own sovereignty.

"This is the auditorium of Hogwarts, we are still a school, why are we so preoccupied with it?" Luna said unceremoniously.

Picked up a steak from the plate and cut it up.

"By the way, you're in the fifth grade now, taking an exam, so why do you still have time to hang out?" Pansy even began to persuade her to drive her away.

"My dad and I don't care about grades. Anyway, looking for a crooked snoring beast doesn't require an O's transcript."

The girl didn't feel uncomfortable at all, sitting in the seat casually, even wearing Ravenclaw's uniform, Luna wandered between the long Slytherin dining table, and it did not show any disobedience.

"Thank you for the hospitality." She quickly finished the meal.

"You better hurry up and review." Pan Xi said quietly.

The time she finally spent together was interrupted again, making her feel inexplicably irritable.

"As Luna said, I'm going to stay that way for a long time."

"So don't be surprised when you see I'm sleepy."

"Well, I'm too lazy to ask, anyway, you keep secrets every time, I'm not as trustworthy as that Miss Luna." He puffed out his cheeks and said a little angry.

"Okay, I'm leaving. Those little devils seem to be doing something again, and they're not at all restless." She stood up from the table and walked out the door.

Malfoy shook his head helplessly, and then he lifted his cuff to sniff it.

Under his olfactory perception, there was no such thing as the "nasty" smell that Luna called it.

Just recalling Crookshanks' angry and grumpy reaction not long ago.

Malfoy also guessed why this happened and what the problem was

Too much contact will indeed contaminate some unpleasant "flavors".

This is also impossible.

He sighed, raised a cup of steaming black tea in front of him, and drank it.

The next period of time was ordinary and dull,

The ordinary days passed by like this, Malfoy still maintained a chaotic mental state, he was too lazy to open his eyelids, and he still carried the nasty smell Luna said.

Even so, in all the courses he was able to handle all the teacher's questions and answers with ease.

It's just that the pale complexion on his face is more serious than ever.

All courses are proceeding step by step, and there are different degrees of bias towards security issues. After all, it seems that there has been some unrest recently.

Every day, the Daily Prophet publishes how many people were killed and what was damaged.

That's what Voldemort needs - to spread panic.

So it was not deliberately concealed.

As a result, the emphasis of all courses has also changed. Rune class is moving closer to defensive rune, herbal medicine class is to identify medicinal herbs with healing properties, and magic spell class also serves as part of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Dimensional rendezvous with many of their escape spells, variations of that sort.

Slughorn again held the slug club he used to "connect with feelings" like a spider.

A considerable number of students were invited.

Good grades, specialties and good family background. .

Although Malfoy was eligible for each of the three, she had no interest in it and eventually declined.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that Hermione's Animagus study is also on the right track, and she can complete the daily practice without the guidance of Professor McGonagall. What you need to wait for is a rainstorm.

You can complete her first transformation.

Everything is in order, and everyone is going about their life step by step.

However, in ordinary days, there are occasional signs of turbulent undercurrents. The turbulent flow of fate is waiting to erupt. I don't know where it flows and where does it converge? To the tolerant sea, or to the gloomy ditch?

That's up to everyone's choice.

Countless choices come together and will be the final result.

Unexpectedly, the river that symbolized fate soon became turbulent. For most people, the change came so suddenly and suddenly.

Makes people unprepared.