Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 405: Poisoning

The holiday is drawing to a close. On the night of the last day of the holiday, all students will be in the auditorium. Listen to the speech of acting principal McGonagall.

This is the convention and tradition of Hogwarts.

It can be guessed that the old lady will still emphasize many boring, tedious security issues.

For example, techniques to guard against Death Eaters and werewolves.

Even this witch has emphasized it many times.

Students who choose to stay in school have spent one of the most boring vacations in the school, especially the senior students, their pressure is greater than ever, not only to prepare for the exam, but also to study harder Defensive magic.

Occasionally, a few ran to Hogsmeade and wanted to go to Hogwarts, and most of the shops were closed.

Moreover, the teacher also took the trouble to emphasize to them, try not to leave the school.

So quickly, the New Year’s holiday was over, and the students continued their classes for the next semester.

The clusters of candles are still floating in the mid-air of the auditorium, eternally blooming with just the right light, as if they will never burn out.

The Christmas tree in the corner filled with five-pointed stars and gifts was removed, and the fancy decorations were also put away.

Christmas is over, and everything must be restored to its usual appearance.

"Where is Severus? Has he not returned yet?" Professor McGonagall was sitting in the teacher's seat at this time and saw a vacancy.

She hasn't seen Snape for a long time.

Since the man gave gifts to his colleagues at Christmas, he has disappeared from Hogwarts under the excuse, and after embarking on the express train, there is no trace

"Don't wait for him, he should be measured." Professor McGonagall looked around.

She was wearing the dark green gown she used to wear today, and a black top hat. The years have eroded, wrinkles all over her face and arms, and her eyes are a little tired.

Sitting in the teacher's seat, looking at her students.

I don’t know, how many will survive in the future?

Some conversations also took place at the long tables in various colleges.

"It always feels like you are a little different, Hermione?" Luna passed Hermione briskly, and then stopped her body quickly.

"And...you have a very unpleasant smell, and..." Luna's gray eyes glanced at Slytherin's long table secretly, hesitated, and then chose to be silent.

"Forget it, when I didn't say it." Luna said softly, then swayed to an empty seat in Ravenclaw and sat down all of a sudden.

"She's still crazy." Ron rolled his eyes and glanced at Luna in disgust. The girl was always talking about her.

"I don't think you have changed much...Hermione." Harry also looked at Hermione,

It's just that I didn't meet very much during a holiday, so there will be no big changes.

For boys, the changes that need to be observed with the naked eye are probably obvious enough to change the hairstyle.

Of course, in fact, Hermione’s appearance has indeed not changed in any way.

It's still that short fluffy and messy brown hair, amber eyes gleaming with wisdom, and a simple Gryffindor uniform.

"Of course I haven't changed much."

Of course this is a lie.

Actually after learning Animagus.

Especially in the early stage, it will be somewhat similar to the habits of animal forms and will inevitably be affected.

The blizzard came almost exactly the same as the weather forecast, and her Animagus was completed without any risk.

However, she also paid some price. For example, she was easily sleepy these days. She spent at least half a week in bed to make up for sleep, so that she would not be sleepy as usual

I have enough sleep today, otherwise I should take time off and stay in the dormitory to continue to sleep.

But these are trivialities.

She has learned Animagus and can start the surveillance plan.

The person who is about to be monitored is unconscious.

"Do you like chocolate so much now? Draco?" Pansy said strangely as he looked at Malfoy at the long Slytherin table.

She saw the boy take a piece of bread coated with chocolate.

"I don't like it." He took a sip of the black tea to make the dry bread easier to swallow.

It's like destroying an enemy.

"Actually, I'm taking it." Malfoy said sincerely, his eyes drifting to Snape's empty position.

He knew that this man would not come back.

"Are you home this holiday?"

"Original home, go to the manor to have a look."

He had a perfunctory conversation, and the disclosure of this information was meaningless.

"Okay." Seeing Malfoy’s little desire to reveal, Pansy basically had no hope of prying something out of Malfoy’s mouth. Take it away, reproduce it, and be taken away again.

Circulate back and forth until there is no more food. It is not that the elf is not enough to make, but the meal time is over.

Professor McGonagall walked to the podium.

"Christmas is over. This is a holiday with a less pleasant atmosphere..." McGonagall said with a serious tone, traversing his eyes.

"Is she too sleepy?" Hermione said worriedly.

She is keenly aware that something is wrong.

Professor McGonagall always feels weird today. He doesn't have much energy to speak.

Then he glanced at Luna unconsciously.

The girl's eyes are also full of worry.

The responsibilities of the principal in the past were better, daily things, but now it has become particularly troublesome, and I have to deal with many different aspects, coordinate, and face the pressure of the Ministry of Magic.

"Prohibition Article 7..."

With a boom, Professor McGonagall's seventh prohibition was not finished before he fell. His skinny hands tried to rest on the table, and then they quickly slid down weakly.

"Professor McGonagall fainted!" I don't know who among the students shouted first

"Send her to the school hospital" Flitwick jumped onto the table~IndoMTL.com~ ready to direct the students, don't panic, but suddenly began to have difficulty controlling his expression.

"Hahahahahahaha..."

He quickly began to laugh boldly.

"Damn it." He swore while laughing.

Not from the loss of emotional control, but from the uncontrolled muscles of the throat.

He drew out his wand and quickly pointed at his throat, then stopped.

The surrounding students watched in horror at his throat beating wildly with a visible range.

The little Flitwick jumped off the table again and ran all the way out. The unrestrained laughter was frightening.

In a blink of an eye, everyone was stunned by the change.

"Unknown, that's what I said unknown!" Trelawney screamed and stood up, kicking her stool down.