Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 407: New teacher

"Professor McGonagall is awake." Fleur lifted up slightly, turned around, and faced the professors at Hogwarts.

"Minerva, you probably have a quarter of an hour, and you should also know what happened." Slughorn glanced at the quartz clock hanging on the wall, and then reminded.

"Call Felius here." Professor McGonagall said.

The current Professor Flitwick’s voice is not so loud, even if he is forced to control it with a spell, the throat surge is not so terrible, but it’s not good to say a complete sentence.

Professor McGonagall's mentality is exceptionally good. It may be a side effect of the poison and hit all of his energy to a certain period of time.

"Let's discuss the next arrangements." She sighed, looking very distressed.

"Severus is sure it is..." Professor McGonagall confirmed it again with some disbelief.

"It can only be explained as absconding in fear of crime."

"Okay." McGonagall closed his eyes. The mood suddenly became heavy.

"Felius, if you want to talk, just write on the parchment."

Flitwick can only stand on a chair and nod his head, because once he speaks, it is a series of crazy laughs that can't be suppressed.

Because of such interference, it is now difficult for him to fully cast even an ordinary spell.

"The first is the transformation class. There are several candidates in the Order of the Phoenix who can replace them. Now they are not very useful in peripheral activities."

"Maybe Sirius can?"

"You will be responsible for contacting me later."

"Spell lesson, how about Tonks?"

"Not so good..." Flitwick shook his head and wrote on the parchment. "Tonks's spells are generally learned,"

"Then exchange, Sirius is pretty good in every subject."

"Yes." Flitwick nodded. Tonks's Transfiguration technique is still good. It is excellent in disguise, and he is born with Magnificent Disguise.

"The Dark Arts Defense Class?"

Several people looked at each other.

To be a joke, it can be said that Voldemort's curse is very powerful.

This time Snape didn't hold on for half the semester, so he left.

And it's the most difficult way to accept.

"How is Moody?"

"His feet are not so good yet."

"Where is Lupin?" Flitwick scribbled on the parchment, the words beating frantically.

"He will also be a spy among the werewolves."

"Where is Kingsley?"

"He will be responsible for the activities outside the Order of the Phoenix."

"Then there will be no one."

"How about Malfoy." Professor McGonagall was amazing and said a name.

"Although I don't want to doubt the students, but..." The pen in Flitwick's hand hesitated.

"He is very strange this semester. He is a little less serious in class and often sleeps, but it is true that there is nothing in the textbook that is rare for him."

"It's just that I want to suspect that he and his dean may be related." Flitwick continued to write with a wave of his pen.

Professor McGonagall rubbed his eyebrows painfully.

She also seemed to recall that Snape and Malfoy left school together.

"Does he have any problems?" Slughorn was quite impressed with this outstanding student, especially since he refused his slug club offer.

"Is it the hijacking that made a lot of noise the other day?"

"Yes, that hostage is a nurse, Miss Delacour." Professor McGonagall nodded.

"That's really fate." Slughorn applauded, then Furong glared at him.

"Keep quiet, this is the hospital." Her face was full of chills.

"Well, Nie Yuan."

"But this student is very good." Flitwick nodded and wrote on the paper.

"Yes." Slughorn nodded.

"I want to treat him as a core member of the slug club."

"Are you playing with your small circle again? Horath?"

"Uh...Minerva, your time is limited" Slughorn changed the subject.

"In short, that student has a lot of problems." Flitwick distrustfully left the handwriting in mid-air

"When he was in the second grade...he was still"

"He is a good student." Professor McGonagall said suddenly.

"This is what Dumbledore said."

"Call him here, I'll talk to him." Professor McGonagall said helplessly.

"Okay." Flitwick threw the pen to the ground and went out.

In a few minutes, Malfoy came to the ward.

Professor McGonagall scanned Malfoy with her sharp eyes.

"Professor McGonagall, are you better?" He maintained the most polite questioning.

"Not bad." Professor McGonagall nodded.

"Severus may think I'm too tired usually, so he got me some sleeping pills, maybe it won't work well." She actually joked leisurely.

"Dumbledore told me~IndoMTL.com~you are a good student." She said suddenly.

Malfoy's eyes narrowed slightly, suddenly feeling a little funny.

"Why, professor? I don't even think I'm trustworthy." He shrugged and expressed disinterest.

"Me too."

"But I believe in Dumbledore"

"Can you replace your former dean's position?"

"Replace the teacher?" Malfoy frowned.

This old lady is more creative and bold than he thought.

"I will try my best." But he did not refuse, and finally accepted the old lady's request after a strange curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Being a teacher, sounds great?