Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 377: Tutorial

Although the process was a bit bumpy, Malfoy finally reintegrated into campus life, as if nothing had happened.

Only occasionally when lying on the bed in the dormitory, looking at the ceiling, I still sigh with emotion that this stable life makes him a little unaccustomed to.

For him, it is a rare stable day in the past few months.

Whether it's survival in the wilderness before or dancing with wolves afterwards, it doesn't make him have enough quality sleep, he needs to maintain a high degree of vigilance at all times.

But it’s better now. Hogwarts is arguably the safest place. He spent his best sleep quality period and also the most leisurely period.

After the extreme busyness, the rhythm suddenly broke, and he felt a little at a loss.

When was the last step-by-step get out of class?

Malfoy's memory is a little fuzzy.

Since Goblet of Fire started, he hasn't been in class well.

The weekend is here, and he is in the library, guiding Pansy's review.

Said it was a guide, but only controlled an extra quill floating in front of her.

Pansy has any question, knocked, quill pen down, and scribbled on the parchment.

"Regarding salamander blood, it can be used to make potentiation potions, but it should be noted that the color is similar to pomegranate juice and must be distinguished carefully. Salamander blood has a distinct pungent taste."

It seems that Pansy now is reviewing potions.

As for Malfoy himself, he is leaning against a row of bookshelves, manipulating a piece of parchment with something painted on it.

If someone can walk around behind him, he will know that there is a map in front of him.

Except there is no small black dot that symbolizes a person’s name, the level of detail is the same as that of a live-point map

There are many locations circled.

The invisible trajectory, following a certain outline, surrounded the entire Hogwarts.

A large area of ​​the Forbidden Forest was blackened, and scattered, hand-added ink dots were scattered all around.

As he continued to sketch on it, the entire parchment paper did not know when it became a page-turning book.

He pretended to turn over a page, and it said-how to maintain a broom.

"I want you to teach me personally." Because at this time, Pansy sneaked up behind him without knowing it, looking at him eagerly.

From time to time, I took a peek at the book he was reading, and when I saw the title, I became quite disappointed.

"I am teaching you personally. I control that pen."

"But your eyes are not looking at me."

"Okay." Malfoy responded with a sigh.

The plan made in my mind just now is almost finished. It's not a short time, only details are needed.

Plans are plans, and implementation is not so easy.

Thinking about the huge workload in the future, I feel a little depressed.

If it weren't for him to be arranged by Voldemort to return to school, he wouldn't want to touch these jobs.

"After learning, if you want to go to the Honey Duke with me," he glanced at Pansy and said suddenly.

"Really?" The enthusiasm ignited in an instant.

Go to the Duke of Honey?

"Is it a date?" Pansy thought to himself.

In order to "date", her boring tutoring routine began.

Although it was learned knowledge, Malfoy did not think that coaching Pansy was a waste of time.

Neither from the perspective of the relationship between the two, nor from the perspective of knowledge, it doesn't count. Needless to say, the former.

The latter is the same. The difference between passive acceptance and active output can be refined again in the teaching process.

In order to teach clearly, you must have a deep understanding of concepts. It makes sense to review the past and learn the new.

According to the standard of the book will only mislead the children. .

"Whether it is for the exam or for myself..." Malfoy said tirelessly.

"Okay, I know." Pansy tilted his head, holding the pen, and said perfunctorily. .

Just when the girl was struggling for the exam.

Another girl also sought help from her teacher for some pursuits.

"Professor McGonagall?" Hermione was at the door of the office, feeling a little nervous, and knocked gently.

"Please come in, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall is wearing her old-fashioned glasses, sitting on the carved chair at the desk, looking at "Today's Transfiguration", looking up at the open door Sewing, waved his hand.

Floating in the air, a row of feather pens is correcting the parchment scrolls on the desk.

I have to say that it is very convenient.

"You did a good job in the exam this time." Professor McGonagall closed the magazine in his hand, while looking at the students in front of him, commented.

"But your two friends, I still want you to help them, especially Ron. I suspect that he didn't attend the class at all. You have to supervise them more."

"Especially Ron, set an example of no prefect."

"Okay, I will." Hermione was a little absent-minded.

"Hungry? Have two biscuits." Professor McGonagall is still very kind in class, especially her favorite student.

She passed a patterned iron box over.

"Professor..." Hermione didn't catch the box, and seemed a little bit hesitant. She didn't come here to eat.

Professor McGonagall looked serious. "Hesitating is not like my student, nor Gryffindor,"

"I want to learn from Animagus." Hermione took a deep breath, and then quickly revealed her purpose. .

"Most Animagus has no combat effectiveness and will waste a lot of time, especially now...you have to prepare for the exam." Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows first, and then said patiently.

"Can you tell me why?"

Meg looked at Hermione, the girl pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Forget it, I believe you will not do anything against the school rules. If Porter and Weasley come to me, I really have to think about it."

"Remember to keep it confidential, I won't report it." McGonagall sighed.

Obviously, the Ministry of Magic recently will not allow uncontrolled, even if it is reported, it will have to fill in many forms, and the application will not necessarily be approved.

Especially the current situation.

Looking at the student's expression, she knew that Hermione would obviously not be happy, and she might report it and stop studying.

Everyone has their own secrets, and she thinks Hermione should be measured.

She doesn't object to students learning more, especially in the current state of affairs.

Although it has little combat effectiveness, it is highly concealed.

Probably soon. The recorded Animagus needs one more.

"Thank you Professor." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, for fear that Professor McGonagall would reject her.

"But..."

"The learning of Animagus is a very long process..."

"I will only go back two days during the summer vacation." Hermione said quickly.

"I have travel plans for the summer vacation, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall said suddenly and seriously,

"That..." Hermione didn't even tell that it was a joke for a while~IndoMTL.com~ Somewhat at a loss, she immediately thought about her course.

"Just kidding." The serious expression eased, and withered palms stretched out, pulling Hermione's somewhat messy brown hair to one side.

The old lady made a joke.

In this situation, what is in the mood to travel? She lost her husband in her early years and is now single again. Most of the summer vacations are spent in school, not to mention the tense moments now.

"That's fine, you can prepare for the exam first."

"I want to see you take 12 excellent ones. If you don't have one, you can't learn." Professor McGonagall put on the face of the master.

"Okay..." Hermione said hesitantly.

Accepting it in one fell swoop, it seems not too humble, and it is indeed a bit difficult.

"Hope is a small animal." Hermione secretly hoped for a while.