Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 409: Teacher’s daily life

"Draco?" Just after all the students had left the classroom, Pansy walked quietly to the podium.

"When there are people nearby, please call me Professor Malfoy." Malfoy said blankly.

"Yes, Professor Malfoy." She immediately tightened her calf nervously, stood up straight, and unconsciously corrected her tone of voice.

"Forget it, just kidding, isn't there no one now?" Malfoy showed a rare smile on his face, shook his head, and sorted out the files in front of him.

It seems to be a pleasure to tease girls.

Pansy's face flushed red, her mouth puffed, and she wanted to say something in anger, but the words lingered around her mouth, and finally swallowed it again, just staring at him with a slightly "hateful" eye

"How do you feel in the first class?" he asked casually.

"Just so-so." Pansy murmured vindictively. She really didn't listen to the class much, and focused her attention on the person himself.

"Then I am really hurt." Malfoy said pointlessly.

"It doesn't look like it was hurt." The girl then showed a sad expression again. "Then why don't you leave?" she asked afterwards.

"My next class is a fifth-grade student." Malfoy shrugged helplessly.

"I forgot, you are now a teacher." Pansy awakened from a dream and helped his forehead.

"It's you who are leaving, and later you may be late." Malfoy reminded him kindly.

"Then I will visit your office later." Pansy said reluctantly.

Only then did Pansy remember that the next class was Sirius Black's potions class, which was also a new professor's class.

"Go ahead, my relative is not that easy to talk."

"Well, I will go to the office to find you later."

Malfoy squinted at the girl.

"Okay, ask questions." Pansy said irritably, and then ran out of the classroom briskly. The moment he stepped forward, he secretly glanced back.

Malfoy waved his hand at her, motioning her to go faster.

Then he turned his gaze back to the desk and began to prepare for the next class.

Classes are busy and will not be repeated. The courses in the fifth and sixth grades are different.

Another group of students poured into the classroom, and there were also acquaintances in the fifth grade class.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy?"

"No, I should call you Professor Malfoy now?" The girl's characteristic dim, ethereal voice came from the door of the classroom, with a slight hint of amusement.

Luna smiled, stepped over the threshold, walked briskly to Malfoy's side, poked her head slightly behind him, tilted her head, and glanced at the lesson plan in front of him.

No matter what angle it looks like, it seems a little intimate, but at this moment, the bell for class rang in due course.

"Well, don't ask me questions after class, I don't know anything." Luna blinked, her eyelashes flickered a few times, her white face was full of smiles, as if she had always been like this Happiness.

"I think I should be fair to every student." Malfoy said politely, but his stiff tone seemed to be loosened by the girl's brisk tone.

"Wish your class go well." Malfoy clapped his hands gently.

"So do you." Luna lightly touched the earring hanging on her right ear, then walked to the stage, found an empty seat and sat down, resting her cheek with one hand, with her gray eyes Looking at the new teacher with interest.

In fact, apart from a robe, Malfoy has hardly changed anything.

He suddenly deliberately coughed a few times, after the same process, a simple introduction and opening remarks.

Malfoy started teaching fifth grade students.

"Time is limited. Next, I want to introduce some evil creatures that you may face in the future." He said.

"Maybe it's all." Malfoy added inwardly.

After all, during the last holiday, he spent most of his time with the evil creatures.

In the future, Hogwarts students will be in contact with Voldemort's men in battle.

"I hope everyone here can remember their weaknesses when facing these creatures"

"The corpse is formed from human corpses, using magic curses as a means. There is almost no wisdom. Only the sense of smell for raw human flesh and fear of flame curse can cause great damage to them."

"Vampires are a traditional evil creature that **** blood for a living... This is also a misunderstood creature. They have strong vitality. There is a saying, called the first embrace, after some special methods, You can turn some ordinary people into vampires."

Compared to being bitten by a werewolf, many literary works have a soft spot for vampires. Romantic, poignant, and gorgeous.

The muscular tendon is full of furry beasts and Gu Ying feels self-pity, and the pale, sick, and beautiful young man is more romantic at a glance.

It's just a illusion of literature. Vampires are not much better than werewolves. They don't see the sun all day, and they are not much better than otaku.

"As for the werewolves, I believe everyone has understood and contacted."

"Next, I will simulate some creatures based on your abilities, and then react appropriately according to the damage you cause to him."

As soon as the voice fell, the students’ desks began to melt, and the wooden material turned into a pitch-black slime, which collapsed into a mass on the ground, and then condensed again.

Several girls screamed and stood up from their seats, almost kicking their chairs over.

A few emotions are fear, and most are nausea.

The stench that belongs to the corpse is permeated, and there is a feeling of coldness.

I have to say that at least it has surpassed most teachers, and many teachers need actual samples as experimental teaching~IndoMTL.com~ Malfoy can already rely on Transfiguration for almost thorough simulation.

At this time. Ginny subconsciously used her bat spirit spell, a group of bats hit the head of the corpse, especially the eyes, hoping to interfere with his sight

They have almost no perception and perception, which is the privilege of the living alone.

After just stopping for less than a second, the corpse rushed towards them without realizing it.

The corpses have no eyesight, and rely solely on the difference between the living and the dead, spontaneously looking for food-from their only remaining instinct.

Longing for blood, longing for fresh meat, longing for all living beings, longing to transform living lives into their companions.

Some flames were condensed into a fire rope, tied around the waist of the corpse, and some flames scattered into fiery fireballs, blasting towards the corpse in a series, and for a while, the smell of burnt flesh and blood was permeated in the classroom , "Zizi" rang.

The superb transformation technique simulates almost all the characteristics, showing the proficient mastering skills.