Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 155: Preparation for the exam

Time flies, people always yearn for a stimulating life, but they don’t know that ordinary daily life is the most precious treasure.

The time has entered June, and the day has become sultry and clear. Everyone only thinks of walking outdoors, bringing a few pints of iced pumpkin juice to the grass and lay down suddenly, perhaps playing a game of stone-throwing at will. Or watch the giant squid marching dreamily on the lake.

But almost no students do this. The exam is approaching. Not only can the students not be able to spend their time lazily outdoors, but they also have to stay in the castle, endure the temptation of the summer breeze blowing from the window, and force their brains to work hard.

"Why do I have to stay in the dull library and read the boring textbooks written by these boring old men in this weather!" Pansy threw his textbook aside for the eleventh time, complaining. While looking at Malfoy with expectant eyes, he didn't know what he was expecting. Maybe he wanted Malfoy to relieve her boredom?

"Mr. Sigmund Batch might secretly cry in the grave when he heard your name." Malfoy closed the "Spellbook: Book of Potions" in his hand, and said sympathetically.

"Professor Snape gave us water in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. There is no problem if the history of magic fails. The teacher in the magical creature protection class also looks very kind..." Pansy began to squint at this moment. So, which courses are easier to pass.

"The old lady in the transformation class is the most serious. She never releases water, she has to be more careful. I listened to the spell class very carefully this semester, and there should be no problem. There is also a divination class..." Suspiciously, she seemed to have nothing to fear about these exams after analyzing a circle like this.

"Divination class?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows, and then said, "I thought you gave up this class."

"Um..." Pansy paused, as if thinking, and then whispered, "Actually, I think Professor Tenelaoni is interesting sometimes."

"Well, then it seems that in the future I can have a small **** stick to help me fortune telling." Malfoy said with a smile.

"You're a magic stick! That's called a prophecy! It has a basis." Pansy retorted as if being stabbed in some painful foot.

"Well, Ms. Pansy, who is about to become the great prophet, please forgive this crude and ignorant person in front of you. Please guide my lost lamb by the great prophet." Malfoy blinked and said Said in a flattering tone mixed with a little laughter.

Pansy's face flushed suddenly.

"Okay, no jokes." Malfoy's expression changed, and then his tone changed to serious: "Review well, and wait for time to teach you to practice. Professor McGonagall's transformation test is not so good. Simple"

"Okay." Pansila said in the tail, and he was forced to look at the big, difficult and obscure book on the table again.

I just mentioned the prophecy class just now, Pansy's mood is far from the brisk expression of her face, but a bit heavy.

She still remembered the prophecy made by the babbling middle-aged woman about Malfoy's unknown omen, which is also a key reason why she insisted on attending the prophecy class.

Pansy also wants to hear more about him.

She can tell that this woman can’t take those nerve-like remarks seriously, but when she is more weird than usual, her eyes are turning, her voice is deep, and her voice seems Full of breathtaking magic, the only metaphor Pansy can make is perhaps the siren’s singing. What Professor Trelawney said at that moment, no matter how ridiculous, still has the power to convince people.

"Stay away from the boy who came with you last time, his future is chaotic, faintly bleeding, and the disaster is still unknown." Professor Trelawney often warns Pansy like this, with clear eyes in his eyes. There is a god, but every time Pansy asks, the teacher will return to the confused look, staring at Pansy with her eyes that have been magnified several times by the glasses, touching the back of her head and asking in confusion: "Did I just do something?"

But Pansy wouldn't tell Malfoy these things, she would rather it be her own wishful thinking and nonsense of the teacher.

But out of a sense of hesitation about the future, there is another invisible driving force that urges Pansy to continue listening to this professor's course.

"It's not wrong to be careful." Pansy said to himself in his heart.

"This is your retribution for copying your homework." At the same time, Hermione looked at the two boys in front of her with a serious face, Crookshanks also climbed onto the sofa and waved her paw to reach In front of his mouth, he yawned, as if echoing his master's words.

In the Gryffindor lounge, the fireplace in the corner of the rotunda has been extinguished for a long time, because it is summer now, and there is a blanket embroidered with the Gryffindor lion on the fireplace, scarlet The soft chairs were scattered to every corner, but no one was sitting on them.

Most students still think that reviewing in the library is more atmospheric, and a comfortable common room should be a breeding ground for depravity.

Harry and Ron looked at the book in front of them with miserable faces. They chose to stay here just to make it easy for Hermione to make up lessons for them.

The time converter was confiscated before the exam, and a lot of selected courses were cancelled. The consequence of following is that Hermione is no longer so busy, and she can even spare time to give her two people who are not "competitive". A friend went to class to make up for the mistakes they had committed before.

"Ron! Tell me, what kind of potion is the crumpled figs." Hermione now had her wand in her hand, banging heavily on the mahogany low table in front of Ron, looking very serious.

"I'm now wondering if you and Professor McGonagall are related." Ron rolled his head, moaning weakly. "Then say, "Sorry, I forgot. "

"Harry and I didn't spend less time cutting this medicine for you last time." Hermione sighed, looked at him helplessly, and then said promptly.

"Shrinking potion!" Ron snapped his fingers and said as if he was awakening from a dream. With the help of the scene, Ron immediately recalled.

"Well, where was the best specimen of shrunken figs in the world found?" Hermione continued to ask ~IndoMTL.com~Ron's voice immediately got stuck again.

"Northern Europe?" Ron asked tentatively.

"Well, I can only say that you are really far behind. If you want to pass, it may be an extravagant hope. Besides, there is also Snape who liked to target both of you." Hermione looked sympathetically. Looking at Ron, he then unabashedly said the cruel reality, "Remember, it's Albania." Hermione added every word.

And Harry and Ron can only taste the bitter fruit for themselves, doing their best here.

And they found that Snape was not happy that he was able to substitute in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and even said that he became more gloomy, not letting go of the opportunity to make things difficult for them at all times, as long as he saw Harry, A muscle beside his thin lips twisted unpleasantly, and he kept flexing his fingers as if he wanted to choke Harry's throat.

Time is fair. It will not slow down because some students are not ready for their schoolwork review. It is so sensible and ruthless.

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