Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 410: Clean up the office

Just after the group of students saw that the corpse was completely wiped out, they finally breathed a sigh of relief. They saw in horror that the number of tables and stools turned into mud was no longer a few, and the number instantly expanded geometrically. stand up.

It became flustered and frantic for a while, even if they knew it was polymorphism, even if they knew they wouldn't be in any danger.

But physical disgust is still difficult to overcome.

Even though Malfoy controls the group of "ghosts", they are very slow, even without a sense of direction, but they still pose a great threat.

Students cling to the left and the right. In a small house, even if the number is not large, it has caused the effect of flooding. They knocked down one and another appeared, no longer limited to chairs, chandeliers, and even floor.

The scope of their activities is getting smaller and smaller, and they are gradually being forced into the corner.

Just as the decayed palm was about to touch, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

"Okay, the performance is quite satisfactory. Today, this is the end of the familiarity and confrontation with the corpse"

Malfoy's polymorphism attached to the object is removed.

The flame that was still attached to the corpse just now shook off, splashing a few extremely sparks and then extinguished, and then gradually changed shape, from the formed human body to the limp muddy flesh, wriggling back to its original position , Restored to a desk.

The students were relieved as if by appointment, and gradually left the classroom, Luna waved to him with a smile, and briskly stepped out of the threshold.

Today’s class is over.

He walked broadly and hurriedly. , Across the promenade.

He walked to the door of his office.

Malfoy stretched out his hand and gently pushed open the somewhat decayed wooden door, making a creaking sound, as if the parts that had been in disrepair were completely corroded and aging, and could no longer be properly engaged.

Every time I open and close, I seem to be moaning in pain and protesting.

When I came here last time, it didn't seem to be so desolate.

The damp water vapor rushed in, the underground feeling was quite dark and cold. The branches and leaves of some potion medicinal materials were scattered on the ground. After the water vapor evaporates, only dry stems and leaves are left.

He inherited Snape's office.

The light is extremely dark, and a purple-red silk curtain is tightly drawn. On the side is a small round table with high feet. Potted plants are placed on it. The growth is good. The branches and vines are intertwined, whether they are roots, stems or leaves , All showed a coquettish crimson.

But there are still some new things. A simple clock is hung on a corner of the wall in the house, and a new bookcase is filled with some old books.

In addition to this, there is a statue without a face. There is a white skull mask hanging on the side. It seems to be a pair. I don't know what will happen to the mask.

Should be some trophies collected by Malfoy when he was out of school.

He walked to a black brick wall, raised his head slightly, and looked at everything in front of him—multi-layered bookshelves were filled with books, and most of the covers were in a cold tone, exuding profoundness. Obscure breath.

The contents of potions and defense against the dark arts.

A thin layer of dust was spread on the partition, and his finger gently wiped it, leaving a very obvious mark. He immediately frowned and began to sort it out.

For a long time, this will be his main office location, and at least the necessary cleanliness must be ensured.

Malfoy took a book out of the compartment, placed it on the dark table in front of him, and wiped it carefully.

Although he can use magic to clean up in an instant, Malfoy is more willing to use this time to think about some problems.

When people perform unconscious actions mechanically and repeatedly, their thinking can get divergent thinking.

For example, now, his gaze is a little gaze in front of him, even if it is just an ordinary stone wall, there is no information other than some texture lines on the stone surface.

In fact, Malfoy's mind at the moment simulates what might happen in the future.

The possible movements of Voldemort, the possible changes in the future.

There is less and less known information, and it is impossible to know what is going on.

Furthermore, people's hearts are the hardest to guess, and Voldemort is not an ordinary person.

Extreme people have more difficult thinking.

The inability to do anything about the future direction can make people feel powerless.

"Clean up!"

"Return to the original place!"

Just as Malfoy cleaned up a copy of "The Principles of Common Potions" and was about to put it back on the shelf, he suddenly heard a familiar voice, and the girl gently chanted the spell, and then Malfoy stared at it. The book in his hand slipped out, and the book on the table seemed to be pulled by an invisible chain and pulled back to the bookshelf.

"Draco, what are you doing? I have called you for a long time."

He raised his head in response to the voice, only to realize that Pansy had come to him, and said with a bit of complaint.

The seam of the door is concealed, there is no secret worth hiding, by the way it is breathable

"Maybe a little distracted." He coughed slightly.

"By the way, were you looking for something just now?" Pansy asked curiously, and put his wand back away.

"Do you want me to help?" she said enthusiastically.

"Don't bother you." Malfoy took out his wand and dangled it slightly in mid-air, except for the dust from the books and other herbs, the dust on the surface of the furniture, and the dead leaves of invalid herbs. Jumped into the trash can, the scattered sheepskin scrolls on the desktop were stacked in an orderly manner, the quill was placed in the center of the desktop, and the ink cap swirled to the top of the ink bottle.

"It's sorted out," he said.

"Are there any questions?" He seemed to want to drive the girl away.

"Isn't pure visit welcome?" the girl asked rhetorically.

"Then you take a good look." Malfoy shrugged, stretched out his hand, and made a please gesture.

Snape's office, there is nothing to visit.

Girls definitely don't like toads that have been thoroughly air-dried and have their four legs stretched out in a glass bottle, nor do they like soaking in special liquids. After decades, they can even keep their arms intact.

Pansy looked boredly, except for animal specimens, but plant specimens.

But the potted plants on the table attracted her attention.

Suddenly, a stream of water mist condensed near the potted plant, like a shrinking cloud layer, and then the water condensed and poured down.

The crimson flower color suddenly lit up after touching water droplets, changing from dark red to bright red. The veins of the leaves were supported by some bright water droplets, which were instantly absorbed and burned. .

The flames flickered in the dim room for a while, then burned out completely.

The vigorously growing plant was quickly burned out.

But in an instant, several light red young leaf buds appeared in the soil of the potted plant.

"Draco, what kind of plant is this?" Pansy leaned toward the corner, bent over, and looked carefully.

"Feng Yuhua." He sat in a seat not far away, his gaze scanning casually.

"The appearance is very similar to the feathers of a phoenix, and the characteristics are also. After burning ~IndoMTL.com~ is a new round of growth cycle. It should be her flowering time just now."

"The soil after "Nirvana" is applied to the affected area to treat burns."

"Well, the extracurricular expansion ends here. Black magic can't be solved by this." Malfoy changed into an official tone.

"Miss Parkinson, if you don't do your homework anymore, maybe I can only continue to get along with you as your teacher after class. I remember that I still have a lot of homework today."

He changed into a serious tone.

I have to say that the threat was immediate.

"Then I'm leaving, you won't find time to sneak away someday." The girl shook her toes reluctantly.

"The days to come will be long. Even if I leave, I will tell you." Looking at the girl's back, Malfoy pointedly said, as if implying something.

But in fact, the future is shorter than he thought.