Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 395: The Potions Class (Part 1)

"Draco, why don't I always see you except for meals and class? You only show up every time you are almost in class." Pansy stopped at the classroom door and was about to step into teacher Mal Fu, whispered.

She has been waiting here for a long time, just to wait for him.

"I might have been in the library before, but you didn't see it." Malfoy yawned, his light gray eyes narrowed slightly, showing a sleepy look.

"Liar, I just came back from the library." Pansy said annoyedly.

"Well, that's the secret." Still perfunctory for no reason.

"What did you do at night? You always feel sleepy?" Pansy felt very keen.

"Don't say that if there is no evidence, or Slytherin will deduct points."

"Also, it's going to be class." Malfoy changed the subject.

Pansy stomped lightly, ready to ask again in class, and followed him down the stairs.

Then just when they were about to walk into the stone gate, Malfoy felt that his robes were dragged by something.

"Huh?"

He turned his head and glanced.

It was a cat, tearing the tail of his robe with its sharp claws.

The whole body is covered with **** hair, and that flat face often looks angry, of course, it may be really angry.

"Crookshanks! Why are you following here? Go home!" Hermione's surprised voice came from behind. .

"Sorry, I'm causing you trouble." She walked quickly to Malfoy, bent down, picked up her pet cat, and stroked its erect **** fur with her hand. Sincere apology.

But when she raised her head, after seeing the person's face, her expression became a little embarrassed, she couldn't speak, as if her neck was stuck.

Then buried her head and hugged her pet and walked into the classroom as if fleeing.

I'm still talking about something, as if I'm scolding Crookshanks.

"Just know to cause trouble."

"Why didn't you stay in the dormitory today? As punishment, I didn't eat any dried fish today, just to lose weight." Hermione scolded her pet.

Crookshank scratched his body with his paw, indifferent to the master's reprimand.

If you ask Hermione to put it back, you may be late and can only take it into the classroom

Looking at the girl's brisk back, Malfoy frowned.

"Really an uneducated pet." Pansy murmured. "The owner is probably the same."

Malfoy shrugged, noncommittal.

But there are indeed some abnormalities

Where does the exception occur? Malfoy was puzzled.

The door of the underground classroom is about to close.

"You should be late if you don't leave." He said suddenly.

So the two filed in and walked into the classroom.

Before the Slughorn man showed up, the big belly had already come out first, his walrus beard trembling on his smiling mouth, smiling at every student passing by.

Unlike usual, the underground classrooms are already filled with steam, full of strange smells, mostly fragrant aromas

One big crucible is being held up, and the liquid is gurgling with bubbles.

"This is my first class with you. As a student in the improvement class, I know that your grades are good."

"But please let me introduce myself first."

"Dumbledore and I have known each other for a long time, and I was talking and laughing with him a long time ago." First, I raised the high-status display to show my status.

"I worked with him many years ago. At that time, I was still in this position. He was a transfiguration teacher."

"Um..." He looked at his bulging belly, then patted it.

"This belly shouldn't be that big at the time." With a suspicious look, he looked down at his blessed belly.

There was a burst of joyous laughter from below the stage.

Slaghorn has a satisfied smile on his face, seemingly satisfied with his humor.

"We were colleagues at the time, and he was still a teacher of transfiguration, and soon he became the principal."

"Of course, I actually think he should be a Minister of Magic."

"But he didn't dare to be interested, power, crazy and distracting, he said, the best way is not to touch it."

"Not long ago, before he died, he found me and invited me to be a professor in the potions class."

"I was hesitant at the time, but he repeatedly invited, and out of respect for him, there are some reasons to recite."

"I also miss him very much, but I still have to look forward. Are you right?"

"Well, after a long chat, we can get to the topic.

Sraghorn said. Looking through a lot of hot steam, his big figure looked erratic. "Dear students, please take out the balance, medicine bag, and, don’t forget to take out your "Advanced Potions Making" textbook..."

Professor McGonagall's reminder worked at this time.

Harry and Ron are not without textbooks and balances now.

"Okay," Slughorn said as he returned to the front of the classroom, he pushed his already bulging chest forward again, and the buttons on the waistcoat were about to burst.

"I have prepared several medicines to open your eyes. Of course, just out of interest. You should be able to make something like this when you finish the course of the improvement class. Although you haven’t done it yourself, But I must have heard of it. Can anyone tell me what this one is?"

He pointed to the crucible closest to the Slytherin table.

Hermione raised her well-trained hand first. Slughorn pointed at her.

"It is Veritaserum, a colorless, odorless medicine that forces people who drink it to tell the truth." Hermione said.

She recalled the time she and the crying Myrtle spent with her when she was making medicine in the bathroom.

Sirius used the potion to gain her trust, and then a series of serial events happened, making the truth seem confusing.

Slaghorn was a little stunned, and then reacted quickly, he didn't expect someone to answer so soon

"Very good~IndoMTL.com~Very good!" Slughorn said happily.

"What's your name, miss." He said with a smile.

"Hermione Granger."

"Now," he continued, pointing to the crucible closest to Ravenclaw's table, "this is more famous... it has also been highlighted in several recent pamphlets... who can ——?"

Hermione raised her hand again.

"Miss Granger, leave some opportunities to others, right?"

Hermione put her hand down upon hearing this.

"I look at the roster. This time I will draw one randomly, and get to know the students by the way." He muttered.

"Draco Malfoy? The grades are very average, the average is based on O, an excellent student! You come to point out the name of the potion in front of me."