Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 379: Stupid temptation

The leisure time of the weekend is fleeting, and the breakfast time on Monday is quite plain.

In the two side-by-side seats at the long Slytherin table, Pansy was talking and laughing and talking to Malfoy. Maybe the girl was talking about her previous experience at school, and her face was a little excited. , There are still gestures in his hands.

"Okay, it's time to go." After a short segment of the story ended, Malfoy suddenly reminded them that it was time for them to go to class, and that they would be late.

"Yeah." Pansy nodded, noticing that he was a little too involved, but still seemed a little bit unsatisfied.

Just when they got up to leave.

There was a sudden noise behind the two seats.

A junior Gryffindor student slipped and fell suddenly. The teacup in his hand dropped and slammed straight into Malfoy’s seat. The hot tea in the glass was tossing in the air, drawing an irregular pattern. Arc.

Although the trajectory has no characteristic, it is obviously Malfoy's body.

With a sound of "brushing", the tea splashed all over the floor as if blocked by something.

I don't know when the teacup returned to the hands of the junior student.

"Be careful next time." Malfoy reached out and held the student who was about to fall.

The Gryffindor students broke free as if electrocuted and ran away.

"I'm not careful." Pansy said dissatisfiedly, staring at the back of the junior student.

She was taken aback just now. Magic can solve many Muggle headaches, but sudden situations largely test the ability to respond.

It is not a wizard who has not been thrown to death in mid-air. They were so flustered that they couldn't pronounce a complete spell.

At the corner of the Gryffindor table, Hermione was staring at her two friends carefully.

"What are you two doing." Just now, the two of you looked sneaky. Before they fell, they looked over there in advance. It was too obvious.

Ron spread his hands: "We did nothing." Harry nodded in agreement.

But soon she was defeated under Hermione's stern gaze

"Okay, okay... I think he must have the Dark Devil mark on his hand. I want to find a chance to let him show off his stuff. If the tea gets hot to him, I can force him to expose the mark."

"What about it?" Hermione said suddenly.

A rhetorical question stopped Ron and Harry, and their faces suddenly stiffened.

Even Snape has the Dark Mark, but it can teach them the same. It doesn't seem to matter whether it has it or not.

"Can you put your mind on the OLS exam and be more serious, that's what matters to your future." Hermione's tone is now very similar to Professor McGonagall, with a strong and thoughtful tone.

But in fact, she is the least qualified to say this sentence.

She went to study Animagus with Professor McGonagall, not to gain a deeper understanding of Transfiguration. She also extremely doubted Malfoy's behavior and this incredible "whitewashing".

It's just that, on the bright side, things can be detected almost at random, and there can be no omissions.

The "conspiracy" of the Goblet of Fire was detected only when the final plan was nearing completion, due to the mistakes and omissions of others.

Otherwise, he is still the winner of the Goblet of Fire, maybe it's like nothing happened.

Even if they want to investigate, they must recognize the seriousness of the matter.

Instead of using this kind of prank temptation that will only arouse his alertness

"Also, Ron, the power of the prefect is not to use the lower grades of students, and next time, I will tell Professor McGonagall." Finally, Hermione did not forget to warn Ron

"Actually, you want to be the prefect, so I'm sorry to say it." Ron was a little irritable after being trained, and suddenly said impatiently.

"Yes, I want to be, so you better stop letting me get a handle." Hermione glared at him bitterly. .

She took a deep breath to stop her arms from shaking with anger, and then turned and left.

"How can you talk to her like this, Ron." Harry frowned and said with some anger.

It was quickly proved that Hermione was right.

Because in a herbal medicine lesson in the morning, in order to transplant a certain kind of special plant, because of its nature, some material touch will cause the rhizome to wither, so skin contact must be used.

Malfoy did not shy away at all, rolled up his cuffs and bare his two arms. Compared with before, he was not so sickly pale and much stronger.

Of course, there is no dark mark on it either.

Hermione was alone, ignoring Ron and Harry's apologies, and transplanting plants silently in the corner alone.

The afternoon class is Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

This was the first encounter with Mad-Eye after Malfoy came back.

"Mr. Malfoy, come up and practice." Moody's azure magic eye looked up.

People can judge the corresponding mood by observing the face to a certain extent.

There was no expression on Malfoy's face, he was unusually calm.

Moody "let him off" lightly.

But it wasn't because he knew Malfoy's identity to release the water.

Before for absolute secrecy, Malfoy's experience of designing Peter Pettigrew with him in the third grade has been drawn to the Pendant Pen by Dumbledore for preservation.

The memories involved are in the principal's office.

It's not Dumbledore or Malfoy who go in person, it can't be opened.

Now. In his eyes, it was a person who relied on his father's power to clean himself up~IndoMTL.com~ But he understood the importance of Defence Against the Dark Arts for students, and the classroom was not used to resolve private grievances.

In extraordinary times, he will definitely teach him in the past.

However, now, after all, I have chosen to endure, and there is no real shot in the end.

Of course, even if you really do it, you don’t know who taught whom.

A relatively boring Defense Against the Dark Arts class is over.

This class is about some basic questions again.

After all, it is impossible to practice every lesson, and summary is also essential. Blind practice does not make people make enough progress.

"Draco?" After class, Pansy walked to Malfoy's seat and looked for him.

"Where's the person?" She looked at the empty seat in front of her with a little depression, and gently kicked the foot of the table.