Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 9: College Life

　　 Malfoy is very helpless, yes, very helpless.

　　 After the initial freshness, he lost interest in most courses.

　　Will a high school student enjoy it when he returns to the elementary school class? Unless he is a scumbag.

　　 Malfoy today is obviously not a scumbag. Now the only thing that interests him is Professor McGonagall's course on Transfiguration. This course is known for its difficulty, complexity, and perhaps a little dangerous.

　　 In addition, Malfoy was surprised what happened to this world line. The majority of Slytherin and Gryffindor's courses today are actually together.

　　 "Is this the butterfly effect?" Malfoy thought.

　　 "Hey, is Professor McGonagall late? I didn't expect that serious old woman would be late too." Pansy asked, pulling the corner of Malfoy's clothes secretly.

　　 "Stop talking, do you see the cat on the table?" Malfoy hurriedly told Pansy to close his mouth.

　　 With the sound of "ding", the class bell rang. The cat on the table jumped down, deformed in midair, and when it landed, it turned back to Professor McGonagall with a serious face.

　　 "Transfiguration is the most complicated and dangerous spell in your Hogwarts course." Professor McGonagall said, "Anyone who wants to be naughty in my class, I will ask him out and never allow him Come in again. I warned you." After speaking, he looked at Pansy.

　　 "It's over, she heard it." Pansy lowered his head, trying to hide behind Malfoy.

　　 "Don't worry, she's not that stingy." Malfoy comforted.

　　 Soon, the teaching began. With a spell, Professor McGonagall turned the desk in front of her into a pig, and then changed it back.

　　The students present all exclaimed, and Malfoy is no exception. As a person who has been deeply influenced by materialist education, watching these scenes many times will make people feel incredible.

　　 After taking a lot of difficult notes, Professor McGonagall began to give everyone a match and let them try to turn the match into a needle.

　　 "Professor McGonagall, look, my matches are changing." Hermione screamed excitedly. So far only her matches have changed a little.

　　"Not bad" Professor McGonagall nodded approvingly, showing a rare smile. "Gryffindor adds five points!"

　　 Hermione was very happy, and raised her head proudly. The little lions in Gryffindor are also very happy. After all, the glory of the academy is also its own glory. Some people even looked at the girl who gave the college extra points on the first day with admiration.

　　 "Mr. Draco, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought you had secretly taken out a new needle. Slytherin, add ten points!" Unfortunately, the Lion House had not been happy for long. Compared to Hermione's semi-finished product, Malfoy has completely completed the change from match to needle.

　　 Hermione, who was still looking up just now, dropped her head immediately, and then secretly glanced at Malfoy. Compare the gap between the two.

　　 "I'm proud of you." Pansy secretly made a face and provoked.

　　 "Don't mind, he must have practiced many times at home, but it's normal," Harry comforted behind Hermione. Ron's face flushed without speaking, as if thinking of his family.

　　 "I haven't lost to anyone in my studies yet." Hermione suddenly raised her head, her eyes bursting with astonishing fighting spirit.

　　 "It looks like I'm getting nosy." Harry shook his head.

　　 As for Malfoy, it seemed like a trivial thing had been accomplished. With a wave of the wand, the needle returned to its original shape. As they said, Malfoy had indeed practiced similar spells, but this was also part of his strength, which could not be denied.

　　 Of course, even in practice, Malfoy is close to perfection at most three times.

　　 "As long as the plug-in is opened well, there can be no magic spells badly" Malfoy laughed at himself, but now his pure memory has become useless. Creativity is what he needs to pursue.

　　 There are two kinds of good students. One is good in the conventional sense. It turns out that Hermione in the world line should be in this category. They can almost perfectly complete the tasks assigned to them by the teacher, but that’s all. That's it. The other is not only capable of the former, but also has unparalleled creativity. Looking at the spells and notes created by Snape, you can see that being smart is far from enough.

　　 "But this kind of thing can't be forced, I can only be a good student in the conventional sense." Malfoy thought to himself.

　　The defense against the Dark Arts class was naturally the most anticipated by students, but everyone except Malfoy was disappointed. Because the smell of garlic on Professor Quirrell's body was too strong, and the class didn't seem to show any magic. Everyone is distracted. Malfoy listened to his lecture with some interest.

　　 "Poor fellow." Malfoy shook his head.

　　 "Well, you also think this guy's class is boring, right?" Pansy in the back row suddenly poked Malfoy in the back with a pen.

　　 "It's okay," Malfoy said perfunctorily.

　　"You might as well go up and talk about "Twilight" again when talking about resisting vampires" Pansy looked at him expectantly.

　　 "Please don't be kidding, I don't know who said the junk plot halfway through." Malfoy leaned over and whispered.

　　 "Disgusting, disgusting lion cubs." Pansy gave his trademark smirk.

　　 "I think I'll continue to listen to how to use garlic to solve vampires."

　　 "boring!"

　　 Days are very plain, in Malfoy’s view. Although other students are often distressed by the large amount of homework done by the professors, he is an exception. His good performance allows Malfoy to avoid almost most of his homework.

　　 "How can I see the so-called banned books?" Malfoy was dazed in front of a row of bookshelves.

　　 For a student bully, going to the library is the real norm. As for the two followers, Malfoy, they were already happy to let them "five for themselves", and it was more uncomfortable for them to come to the library than to kill them.

　　 As for the books in these libraries that are open to the public, Malfoy is in short supply.

　　 "Just a pastime." Malfoy drew a copy of "The Rise and Fall of Black Magic" from the shelf and began to read it.

　　 "Horrible magical talent, naive political thinking." This is Malfoy's conclusion.

　　 doesn't know how to use his personality charm to rule, and he relies too much on his own power. Except for the crazy worship of a few diehard Death Eaters, most of them rule with fear. Cooperation with some families is only based on interest relationships. Cause the forces to fall apart. Once one's own power disappears, it is not surprising that the tree falls and the hunger is scattered.

　　 "The miserable childhood led to paranoia. It is not pure blood itself, but the idea that pure blood rules everything. Huh? No." Malfoy seemed to have thought of something. "Maybe this is just a compromise with those families, this It might be the real exchange of benefits.” Malfoy thought about the gains and losses of Voldemort in his **** activities.

　　 "It's a pity." Malfoy thought: "If I were to go around a little bit. The people at the Ministry of Magic are so muddled, they really want to engage in politics, relying on their own tricks to confuse the senior minister, and then slowly cannibalize the Muggle world."

　　 But now the Dark Lord seems to have begun to make full use of his fascination ability again.

　　 "Should I expose Quirrell to Dumbledore." Malfoy was lost in thought. "By the way, he found out that Quirrell was wrong early in the morning, so let Snape have a headache."

　　 "This classmate, can you let me pass?" When Malfoy was meditating, a voice suddenly interrupted his thinking, somewhat familiar.

　　 "Oh, okay." Malfoy is used to relying on the bookshelf to read, which can be regarded as one of the habits left over from the previous life. But now it is clearly blocking the way of others.

　　 "Thank you." The voice continued.

　　 a few seconds later.

　　 "It's you!" Another whispered.

　　 Malfoy, who had already given way, was ready to change to another book, but with this and this low whisper, he still raised his head. The first thing he saw was a thick, unkempt brown hair. It turned out to be Hermione who was holding a stack of books. But it's normal. Who else will go to the library a few days before school starts?

　　 "It turned out to be Gryffindor's little lion, well, I, who like to ravage Muggles and Muggle wizards, better stay away." Malfoy said sarcastically, and then turned to leave.

　　 "Wait!" Hermione's voice was louder and somewhat urgent. His face was uncertain, as if he was making some determination.

　　"Miss Granger, I want to remind you that this is the library, please keep quiet."

　　 "I'm sorry." Hermione bowed suddenly while holding her stack of books.

　　 "This sentence should be said to the person you disturb."

　　 "I mean the last time."

　　 "Huh?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows.

　　"I’m so sorry for what happened in the car last time. Both of them and I had a prejudice against you. After entering the academy, I thought about it for a long time. I think there are only evil wizards, but no evil academy and bloodlines. Here I ask for your forgiveness. Next time I will call on the other two of them to apologize together." As if prepared, Hermione said a series of apologies.

　　"Should I say that, praise Greffindor for his courage to admit his mistakes? Then I forgive you? Like a fairy tale?"

　　 Hermione's face turned pale, and it was obvious that she had taken great courage to apologize this time. But she did not expect the result of being rejected.

　　 "Just kidding, I'm not that stingy, I accept it, but you don't have to work hard, and I don't need the apology of both of them." Malfoy said.

　　 Hermione took a deep breath, and the sentence just now clearly made her feel uncomfortable.

　　 "There is nothing wrong with that, Slytherin," Hermione grumbled.

　　 "Thank you for the compliment."

　　 "Don't be too proud, I will pass you sooner or later." Obviously Hermione was still brooding about the last transformation lesson.

　　 "That's really exciting." Malfoy laughed.

　　 "Huh." After receiving the forgiveness, Hermione lost her psychological burden and returned to her usual arrogance and left in strides.

　　Friday, Pansy at the dinner table drooped his head, apparently a little bad.

　　 "It’s about to take potions class. What I hate most is those strange potions with bubbles. Do you know how our teacher is? I heard it’s the dean of our college." Pansy pushed. Asked, pushing Malfoy's arm next to him.

　　 "Didn't I map out the important points that you might ask in the first lesson?" Malfoy asked.

　　 "Can't remember, do you think you have such a good memory as a nerd like you?" Pansy stuck out his tongue.

　　 "I don't think you read a book at all." Malfoy revealed the truth without mercy.

　　 "But don't worry, the first lesson is better for our savior." Then Malfoy added.

　　 "That's great." Pansy was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

　　 Soon it was time for the potions class. The potions class was held in the underground classroom. It's colder than the main castle building above. Glass jars are placed along the wall, and the stuffed animals are even more trembling.

　　 "It's disgusting." Pansy covered his nose, as if the smell of the potion in it could show through the container.

　　 Severus Snape, a thin man who teaches the course, has an endless void behind his black indifferent eyes, which reminds me of two dark tunnels. He also has a huge hooked nose and shoulder-length black hair.

　　 Snape picked up the roster and stopped when he clicked Harry's name.

　　 "Oh, yes," he whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our newcomer—a famous character."

　　 "You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of this potion." He said, his voice is almost a little higher than a whisper, but everyone can hear everything he says. One word. Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape also has a deterrent to keep the classroom in order without any effort.

　　"Because there is no silly wave of the wand here, many of you will not believe that this is magic. I don’t expect you to really appreciate the white smoke and fragrance of the slow simmering cauldron. The beauty is that you don’t really understand the fluid that flows into people’s blood vessels, the kind of magical power that makes people’s hearts and minds bewildered. I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death-but there must be one, and that is you. It’s not the kind of idiot I often meet."

　　 After he finished his short opening remarks, the class was silent.

　　 "Just listen to these words, I don't know which scientific research institute is the lunatic." Snape's words reminded Malfoy of some Frankenstein he knew in his previous life.

　　 "It's hard to hear." Pansy whispered with a bitter expression.

　　 Harry and Ron glanced at each other and raised her eyebrows. Hermione almost moved to the edge of the chair and leaned forward, seeming to be eager to prove herself, and by the way, she glanced at Malfoy.

　　 "Potter!" Snape said suddenly, "What will I get if I add narcissus root powder to the wormwood infusion?"

　　What kind of grass root powder put in what solution? Harry glanced at Ron, and Ron was stunned just like him; Hermione's arms were raised high in the air.

　　 "I don't know, sir." Harry said.

　　 Snape curled his lips contemptuously.

　　 "Tsk, tusk—it seems that fame doesn’t mean everything."

　　 Snape deliberately ignored Hermione's raised arm.

　　"Let’s try again. Potter, if I want you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it?" Hermione tried her best to keep her hands up without leaving her seat. Harry had no idea what bezoar was.

　　 Harry forced himself to stare directly at his indifferent eyes. When he was at Dursley's house, he did turn over all the books, but that didn't mean he could memorize them all.

　　. "Potter, what's the difference between the boat-shaped aconite and the wolf-venom aconite?" At this moment, Hermione stood up, her hand reaching the ceiling of the underground classroom. "I don't know." Harry replied.

　　 "This is our savior." Snape sarcastically.

　　 "Draco, you answer my question." Snape then threw the question to Malfoy.

　　 "Uh, this script is wrong," Malfoy thought. Still standing up, these questions are not difficult for him.

　　" The combination of narcissus root powder and wormwood can be formulated into a powerful sleeping pill, which is a life and death water. Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow and has a strong detoxification effect. As for the boat shape Aconitum and Aconitum chamaejas are the same plant, and are also collectively called Aconitum." Malfoy searched his mind for a while and completed the answer. .

　　 Snape’s gloomy face showed a satisfied smile: "Perfect answer, add ten to Slytherin."

　　 "Maybe it was just a collusion." Ron muttered quietly. "Hermione's hand is clearly raised so high."

　　 "Fight against the teacher, Gryffindor deducts one point." Snape said to Ron. Unfortunately, it seems that Snape's hearing is very good.

　　Ron stopped talking immediately.

　　 "And you, Potter. I hope you can be more serious when you go down, so that you can bear your reputation." Snape said in an exaggerated tone.

　　 "Okay, sir." Harry resisted his impatience because he knew that if he refuted, Gryffindor might be deducted again.

　　 However, Harry did not do what he wanted. Today's Gryffindor is doomed to suffer heavy losses.

　　As the potions class progressed~IndoMTL.com~ Snape divided them into two groups and instructed them to mix and make a simple potion for treating scabies. Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom, watching them call dry nettles and crush snake fangs. Almost all the students were criticized. Only standing in front of Malfoy's cauldron would Snape smile with satisfaction.

　　 "This smells a bit wrong." Malfoy sniffed. Look at his feet. I saw thick green smoke rising and hissing.

　　"Clear water is like a spring!" Malfoy immediately cast the spell. Try to clean up the spilled potion as much as possible.

　　 "Idiot!" Snape roared. Of course not against Malfoy, but against Neville.

　　Navi’s cauldron was overturned, and the potion in the pot almost spread to the floor of the classroom, but Malfoy found out in time to avoid this.

　　 "Good job, Slytherin plus five points." Snape turned his head and said to Malfoy. Then put on a scary face. "I'll take care of this first. Send him to the hospital above." Snape said sharply to Seamus. Then he began to embarrass Harry again: "Potter, why don't you tell him not to add a porcupine spur? Do you think he made a mistake and show you are okay? Gryffindor lost another point because of you. "

　　 This was too unfair, and Harry was about to open his mouth to defend, when Ron kicked him behind the pot.

　　 "Harry, forbearance, don't give him another chance." Ron whispered.

　　 Harry could only swallow the words.

　　 After a storm, the potions class finally ended. The scores of Slytherin and Gryffindor have also changed.~IndoMTL.com~Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all on ~IndoMTL.com~ For mobile users, please go to read .