Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

On an ordinary winter day, the weather outside is gradually cooling down.

For the sixth graders at Hogwarts, the first class in the morning was Snape's Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

From an objective evaluation, it cannot be said that he taught poorly, at most it is difficult to adapt due to the different styles.

He is more like a ruler than a teacher, constantly giving orders, and controlling and ordering one after another.

Perhaps due to prejudice and rebellious psychology, many students have not been able to adapt quickly to this subject and have made little progress.

Especially the Savior classmate and his partner.

A silent mantra was practiced for many hours.

Practicing the Silent Mantra many times before in the classroom didn't work very well, so Snape set a rule for them to continue practicing.

In addition, Snape taught them a powerful iron armor spell, but it took a long time to prepare, and they had to use a silent spell to cast, which made it even more difficult.

Students naturally split into many two-person groups, starting in the vacated corners.

Pansy used some small curses on Malfoy with a look of hatred, like venting his dissatisfaction, but it seemed to have little effect.

One after another magic spell was blocked by him lightly.

Or rebound.

"You made a noise and punish you." A smile appeared on Malfoy's face.

Suddenly a flash of light accompanied by a strange arc hit her arm, the girl covered her forehead, and then fell into a dizzy sleep.

Malfoy caught the wobbly girl and carried it to a chair by the table.

"Sleep on your stomach for a while."

Of course, it was actually his excuse that he wanted to sleep.

Malfoy is still very sleepy. At every time of the day, he wants to hurry up and use time to recover his energy quickly.

"Draco, this is just practice." Seeing that Pansy was stunned, Snape stepped to his side and emphasized sternly.

"I know,

It's just that I want to rest for a while now, so I can only let the sparring team rest for a while. "Malfoy shrugged, walked back to the seat in front of the desk casually, sat down and leaned back on the seat with a tired expression.

The Silent Spell has been weakened, and his strength is quite good, just to the extent of taking a nap.

As for himself, he has been quite sleepy lately.

Dealing with a group of creatures without intelligence is a very exhausting thing, especially when they are surrounded by negative emotions.

It often takes more energy to cope, and chocolate is also said to have sleep-friendly properties.

As for the other side, Snape soon resumed his daily targeting.

"Potter, if it weren't for the fact that Hogwarts doesn't allow corporal punishment, I'd really like to sew your mouth shut so you don't screech and slip with your mouth."

Snape pressed his head, his long greasy black hair patrolling, and soon came to Harry and Ron's side again.

Looking at it from the side, the arc of the man's hooked nose is so sharp and weird, coupled with the sinister tone and sarcastic words, it is really difficult to make people feel good.

He mocked Harry's practice in a grim tone.

Harry, who had suffered once, chose to endure, and it was not a questionable choice to endure rather than being shut down by Snape for an excuse.

Just when Snape showed a smug smile, the man's left hand trembled uncontrollably.

His eyes became extremely cold, and then he lost focus in an instant.

The tall figure suddenly arched, his breathing became heavy, and he gritted his teeth as if he was enduring something.

For a moment, his feet seemed to lose support.

The man realized that something was wrong, and immediately put his palm on a table beside him, before kneeling on the ground all of a sudden, he pulled out his wand and looked around vigilantly.

Malfoy, who was not far away, suddenly opened his eyes and immediately noticed Snape's abnormality.

"I'm going out now." Snape's brows furrowed, restraining his severe pain, he barely made a sound

His legs also began to tremble due to the pain, but they were hidden in the robes and could not be seen.

"I'll take you to the school hospital." Malfoy stood up, walked quickly to Snape's side, and said in a low voice.

He is very observant.

Instead of being indifferent like other students. ——I just thought that Snape had something to do and had to leave temporarily.

The two left the classroom side by side. Malfoy helped Snape climb the cold stone steps and walked up step by step. After reaching the corridor, the two did not walk towards the fork in the direction of the hospital. .

On the contrary, after turning a few corners, he tore the portrait hanging on the wall in a blink of an eye, and walked along the stone steps into another dark basement.

That was Snape's office.

The man gasped sharply, and sweat even seeped into his hooked nose.

Snape forced his way to the lab table full of bottles and grabbed a few cups.

"If you want me to help, I can also configure the painkillers."

"No." Snape's hands kept shaking, and the colors in the cups and bottles changed.

With a sudden tremor, the professional potions teacher was in so much pain that he could not hold the cup stably, and his arm, which used to be rock solid, lost its stability for a while.

The hand trembled, hit the ground, and shattered with a bang

It's hard to imagine how pure pain can get to this point

The transmission effect of the Dark Mark is determined according to Voldemort's mood and the distance between the marked person and him.

The piercing pain just now made Snape feel that the Dark Lord had come to Hogwarts for a moment.

That anger was the first time Snape felt.

Violent, fast, mixed with the most bone-eroding anger, it seems that the underground magma that has been suppressed for a long time is spewing out.

Snape now bares his left arm

The green Dark Mark, now a heart-pounding blood red.

Moreover, it is still the appearance after the peak has subsided.

"I'll do it." Malfoy frowned, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. For a while, he couldn't tell whether it was influenced by Snape's appearance or some omens.

After the viscous potion turned clear blue, Malfoy poured it into him abruptly.

After the brief tingling subsided, Snape coughed a few times.

"The Dark Lord is furious," Snape said.

"Very," Snape said again, his voice hoarse, as if emphasizing.

"Okay, you can go, these things have nothing to do with you, listen to your mother." Snape said suddenly coldly, and he realized that he seemed to have said something more.

"Just now, I gave you painkillers." Malfoy stared at the man in front of him and said word by word.

"I can do this too, remember, play your student role," Snape said coldly.

"Okay, Professor, I'm going back to class." Malfoy shrugged, looking at Snape with no appreciation, and in the end, the conversation broke up.

Both of them had a thin shadow in their hearts.