Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 373: Transformation course exam

While Malfoy was still sitting on the long-delayed express train, watching the scenery along the way, the breakfast time for Hogwarts students began.

The window above the auditorium was opened, and Owl sent today's "Daily Prophet" into the school.

"I remember April Fool's Day long ago." Ron threw the latest issue of the "Daily Prophet" at the table, his face was as ugly as if he had swallowed dozens of slugs just now. He feels sick, even if his favorite food is in front of him, he doesn’t want to take a bite

He pointed to the "Daily Prophet" that was soaked in soup and said that the entire report above was about how Malfoy was forced away by the tough Dumbledore.

"What we can foresee is how Mr. Malfoy, who is still a minor, under the persecution of that authority, made a radical act of resistance." The report said.

"It means he is coming back to class today? No punishment for that? This is the funniest joke I have ever seen."

"That's so funny!"

Harry had a numb look, but he was not as excited as Ron, he was still immersed in the grief of Dumbledore's death.

"That old man of his is said to be so exonerated." Ron said indignantly.

"When I was in the second grade, the Basilisk in the Secret Chamber also said he was under the Imperius Curse!"

"Weasley, make a loud noise, Gryffindor deducts 10 points." It was not Snape who deducted points, but Professor McGonagall.

It can be seen that she is not in a good mood.

For the rigid orders of the Ministry of Magic, I cannot refuse.

From the perspective of a teacher, she wants to believe that the student is fine.

But she was there at the time, and Malfoy's eyes were clear, and it didn't seem like he was being manipulated by the Imperius. If he was really innocent, there would definitely not be such an action,

She also believed that Dumbledore could not allow any innocent student to be wronged.

But now, Dumbledore is also...

She coughed a few times and seemed to be choked by the hot tea. With her sharp and majestic, eagle-like eyes, she looked around the students at the long table on all sides.

These are the objects she is trying to protect.

She had to cheer up. In any case, one should not indulge in grief. The school still has to run and the class still has to go on.

The morning meeting is over, the students dispersed, and for the fifth grade Gryffindor and Slytherin students, the first class is hers.

"What we are going to take today is a quiz."

Professor McGonagall walked into the classroom quickly, and then she waved her magic wand, and the piles of parchment on the podium flew one by one to the table in front of everyone's seat.

Then the black writing gradually emerged from the blank paper.

Examination questions about the deformed course.

"Um..." She glanced outside the classroom.

The rectangular lecture table in front of me suddenly became shorter and shrunk, and two rows of wheels were added to the flat feet, and then one staggered, rolled under the podium, swayed a few times, and then completely stood still. .

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, this is your place." She beckoned outside the door.

After hearing this name, Pansy's ears were immediately erected in his seat, and his head suddenly lifted, and then he confirmed quickly but hesitantly.

All the students present are whispering.

Malfoy beckoned in the direction of Pansy, smiled, and then found the only new empty seat that Professor McGonagall had created for him and sat down.

"Silent silence!" Professor McGonagall's wand flicked lightly, and it immediately became silent.

A curse peculiar to the examination room.

"Is there anything left to discuss until after the exam."

"Well, the deformation class test begins, and some predictions have been made on the direction of the test. I hope you can get results that meet your expectations. It is also a test of your own level." Professor McGonagall said to the students in front of him.

"Also, Mr. Malfoy, if your grades this time did not meet my expectations, then maybe you have to postpone this exam to the next year."

"You have lost a lot of time." Professor McGonagall added.

"Okay, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy nodded, replied, and then began to look at the test paper in front of him.

The exam has officially started,

But even for the exam, some people don't seem to realize the current situation.

Pansy's face has also been tilted in Malfoy's direction, even if only his profile is left in her eyes.

"Miss Parkinson, it’s test time now. It’s best to keep your eyes on your test paper, and don’t try to make small gestures." Professor McGonagall walked quickly to Pansy’s seat with his hands 'S wand tapped gently in front of her eyes, reminding.

Hearing this, she hurriedly lowered her head, stared at her test paper absently, and pretended to write and draw on it with her quill pen.

After Professor McGonagall left, his eyes turned secretly a few more times, and he glanced over there intentionally or unintentionally.

She felt that she must have failed the exam today, because she had no intention of answering the questions.

But it’s okay, because I have already received much more important news than test results.

In addition, there is one other person who has also been greatly affected.

"What are the difficulties in the deformation between fluid and solid materials? What problems should be paid attention to? What rules need to be applied?"

"Control of magic power...Igor's limit inhibition law...It is necessary to pay attention to the guidance and adjustment of fast-moving objects that need to be pre-judged."

"What is the most widely used Umbrella Transfiguration Mantra?"

"To extract the liquid medicine, the umbrella-shaped rotation can drain certain impurities and drain the liquid."

"To turn the same volume doughnuts and ordinary solid bread into a single-ear teacup, whoever consumes less magic power."

"Doughnuts."

Hermione's eyes did not leave the test paper for a second, and the quill in her hand was so smooth, as if she was really focused on the test.

But the slightly crooked handwriting still exposed her mood, and the beautiful handwriting of the past is now a bit sloppy.

Like Pansy, she is now full of the boy who has just returned to school sitting in front of her.

Her brain was divided into two parts at a time. One part was used as a memory-carrying machine, controlling her right hand, used to numbly answer questions, and output answers on test papers.

Her serious attitude towards schoolwork once made her instinctive enough to write answers on test papers.

As for the other part, it is all used to think about the special candidate who just joined this exam.

"When was his wanted cancelled?"

"Why canceled?"

"What does Professor McGonagall seem to know?"

One question after another emerged in Hermione's mind.

Because this time is too coincidental, after Dumbledore's death.

He immediately "sucked away from the injustice".

It's ridiculous.

Also, she didn't feel too much strangeness in Malfoy. She seemed to have only met him a while ago. She was inexplicably familiar. She wanted to remember, but she couldn't find the answer.

Suddenly, she listened to her quill, and she encountered a problem. The mechanical handling of the answer was useless. She had to shook her head, cast aside distracting thoughts, and concentrated on thinking about the problem.

"Mr. Ron, if you have eye problems, Madam Pomfrey can prescribe some medicine for you." Professor McGonagall watched Ron's bloodshot eyes facing someone's back and reminded him.

In the end, he could only look at the parchment full of questions with unwillingness.

There will be no more episodes after that.

The quill rustled across the parchment.

The time for the exam ended with the sudden sound of a bell in the distance.

"Put away your quill pens." Professor McGonagall waved his magic wand, did the sheepskin rolls float, as if they had wings, and flew to her desk in order.

"Professor McGonagall!" Ron blocked Professor McGonagall who had collected the test papers and was about to return to the office, shouting loudly.

"Isn't that guy wanted?" he asked.

"Maybe some of the current students already know this news, but I need to announce it again at dinner tonight."

"This matter has been decided in the Wiesengamore court. As a result, he is innocent and a victim, so it is normal to return to Hogwarts to go to school." Professor McGonagall said. Ron's question was answered blankly.

"Professor McGonagall, can you help me repair the test paper? I may have accidentally damaged some." Hermione suddenly walked to Professor McGonagall's side

"Granger." Professor McGonagall said Hermione's name, and then popped out a piece of parchment

Professor McGonagall squinted his eyes through his lens and looked at it. It looked like an irregular long rip torn by the tip of a pen.

Then she knocked on the parchment paper with her magic wand, "Recover as before."

Those cracks are closed tightly

Professor McGonagall certainly does not make low-level mistakes.

The crack has recovered, but the writing remains as usual.

"Okay." She nodded, tiredness hidden in her framed eyes.

Students are not able to apply any magic to the test papers, and they will be treated as cheating.

"Okay~IndoMTL.com~ Let's take a rest, Granger, it looks like you are a little tired, is the problem difficult?" She nodded slightly, and then asked with concern.

"Fortunately, Professor McGonagall." Hermione nodded slightly, her brown curly hair swayed, and her big, gleaming eyes were now a little languid.

The overload of the brain made her look sleepy.

Ron wanted to say something, but McGonagall put his wand on his lips, made a silent motion, and shook his head at him.

"Well, Mr. Weasley, take care of yourself. I will give you an explanation during dinner." She said strictly, not replying to Ron's questions.

On the other side, Pansy and Malfoy are already in the corridor, the former pestering the latter, chattering and asking some questions. .

"You are coming back this time..." The girl has countless questions to ask him.

"Draco, come to my office." A low voice interrupted their conversation.