Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 375: Return

After separating from Snape, Malfoy chose to go to the library to spend the rest of his time. He has not officially announced his return to school, so it is not convenient to appear in the public eye.

But even in the corner, a girl who knew him very well quickly found him.

While asking questions quietly, Malfoy could only respond half-truths.

Jin Wuxishen, it's time for dinner, and the two left the library and walked down the path to the auditorium.

Many students are already seated.

There is no dramatic progress.

Only occasionally when a freshman in another college stares at him curiously, his eyes will be covered by the prefect.

As for the students in the upper grades, all colleges, including Slytherin, looked at Malfoy in awe with a little curiosity.

After traveling abroad, his temperament has undergone many changes, becoming silent and introverted, and his sense of alienation and alienation from others has deepened

Only Pansy followed him unconsciously, as if nothing had happened.

Navi looked at this classmate who had helped him with a complicated expression. His face had lost a lot of circles, and only the vague outline could recognize the appearance of him at that time.

"The Imperius Curse."

"How many times can this reason be used? When are we fools?" Ron kicked the foot of the long table angrily, and the soup splashed out of many plates.

Hermione subconsciously moved the table back a few steps, frowning at him.

Of course, it was only because of his irrational behavior.

For Ron's words, I don't really want to refute.

Because this is really weird.

"Okay, nothing else, let us welcome this student back to school." Professor McGonagall didn't seem to want to talk about it anymore.

The entire auditorium fell into an embarrassing silence for a moment.

Malfoy still looked as usual.

Then applause one after another suddenly alternated in front of the two long tables.

I was by Malfoy's side for a while, and at the long table from Ravenclaw for another.

There was a smile on the corner of Luna's mouth, and she didn't care about everyone's gaze. She patted her palms and gave out bursts of applause.

Under the leadership of the two, the others also gradually contributed a round of applause, and the scene finally became less embarrassing.

But Pansy's gaze immediately began to swim between Malfoy and Luna again.

"Have you met before?" Pansy wandered back and forth between him and Luna, which was sensitive to girls alone.

"Huh? Who?" Malfoy tried his best to be indifferent.

"The other girl who applauded you, your dancing partner." Pansy said a little minded.

"When do you think it will be? I will meet her?" Malfoy threw the question back.

Pansy stopped talking.

It's just that I feel a little speechless at the same time.

Intuition, this kind of thing, doesn't seem to be someone's patent, it should be the expertise of girls.

The dinner was over. In the Slytherin lounge, Pansy prepared a welcome party for him, but some freshmen who hadn't seen him were a little shy when they saw him.

"No, I think everyone is tired. Let's go away." Malfoy clapped his hands, expressing his disinterest.

It takes time to reintegrate, and there is no urgent need.

"You don't seem to be very happy? Draco." Pansy asked keenly.

"Why do you say that."

"It might be a little uncomfortable." Malfoy raised his eyebrows and gave such a somewhat perfunctory explanation.

The next day, in the magic text classroom, Malfoy looked at the girl in front of him with some surprise.

"Although I haven't been in school for a long time, I remember that your elective course should not be this course."

Malfoy glanced at Pansy and said jokingly.

"You should be a prophecy class now, won't you go there?"

"Of course it was dropped. I think Trelawney's class is not interesting now."

Pansy said against his will, pretending to be listening carefully, tilted his head, and looked directly in front of him.

"Professor Babling hasn't come yet." Malfoy reminded.

"May I prepare in advance?" She looked around again.

He made a look very much anticipated.

"You look forward to this lesson more than I do."

Malfoy smiled and shook his head.

This was actually the first lesson he returned to class, but he was not as excited as he had imagined, and he was very calm.

"Really? No?" Pansy said deliberately.

It's just that his gaze still stays undivided.

She was afraid it was a dream again.

While the two were talking, Hermione walked into the classroom, found a seat in the first row, and put the book on the table.

Then Professor Babling also walked in. She was only wearing a light yellow knitted shawl, and she was carrying a lady's handbag in her hand.

"In the previous course, we have learned the practical application of Mowen systematically."

"You may be surprised by what I am wearing today, after all, it is very cold outside now."

"This is the power of the magic text, it can alleviate our daily troubles of casting spells, and bring quite advantageous continuity and convenience."

A warm breath radiated continuously from her shawl.

"The drawing of the magic text is very simple. The homework you have handed in before is the copying and imitating of the basic magic text. But let the magic text play its due effectiveness and draw effective magic texts. It’s a little difficult."

"This requires the wizard to maintain great concentration and strong magical control."

The shawl that was tattooed with the magic text is being circulated as an example.

Pancey remembered the pair of shoes Malfoy gave her in the fourth grade.

It seems to be the same, the effect of keeping warm.

She clenched her lips subconsciously and looked at Malfoy.

But it seems that he himself has forgotten, seeing the things connected to it, and has no response.

I just opened it up to look at it, and then handed it to her.

"Although I didn't have much class, since it's here, can you take a look?"

Spent a gentle magic lesson.

After the transformation class was over, the two rushed to Professor McGonagall's transformation class.

In the deformation class, students learned that the results of the last deformation class quiz came out.

"Mr. Malfoy, you may have studied in advance, right." Professor McGonagall carefully looked up and down the students in front of her with his sharp eyes.

There is only one reason why he got full marks in this test.

I even put forward another self-consistent opinion in a theorem that has been almost conclusive ~ IndoMTL.com~ Whether it is right or wrong, it is very meaningful.

In contrast, Hermione also made a small mistake.

Everyone's test paper flew out of the bag and floated to their seats.

The scores on the homepage have been hidden, as if it were a special invisible potion

Only the correction marks left by the red quill pen are left, and things don't seem to be so good.

"Miss Parkinson, come to my office later." Professor McGonagall looked very serious, walked to Pansy's seat, and whispered.

"The old lady is really annoying. It's boring." Pansy waited until Professor McGonagall walked to the podium, tilted her head and muttered softly.

It was obviously not for other things to talk alone, but naturally for her horrible test paper.