Malfoy was helpless, yes, helpless. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because after the initial novelty, he lost interest in most of the courses.

Will a high school student go back to elementary school and listen to it with relish? Unless he's a scumbag?

Today's Malfoy is clearly not a scumbag. The only thing that interested him now was Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration course, which was known for being difficult, complex, and perhaps dangerous.

Also, Malfoy wonders what is going on in this worldline. The vast majority of Slytherin and Gryffindor's classes are actually together today.

"Is this the butterfly effect?" Malfoy thought to himself.

"Hey, Professor McGonagall is late, I didn't expect that kind of serious old woman to be late. Pansy asked, stealthily tugging at the corner of Malfoy's coat.

"Don't talk, do you see the cat on the table?" Malfoy quickly told Pansy to shut up.

With a "ding" sound, the class bell rang. The cat on the table leaped down, morphing in mid-air, and by the time it landed, it had transformed into a stern-looking Professor McGonagall.

"Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous spell you will ever use in Hogwarts classes. Professor McGonagall said, "Anyone who gets naughty in my class, I'll ask him out, and never let him in." I warned you. With that, he looked at Pansy.

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

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

Soon, the teaching began. With a spell, Professor McGonagall turned the lectern in front of her into a pig and back again.

The students in the room were amazed, and Malfoy was no exception. As a person who has been deeply influenced by materialism, these scenes will feel wonderful no matter how many times I watch them.

After jotting down a long pile of hard notes, Professor McGonagall began handing out a match to everyone and asking them to try to turn it into a needle.

"Professor McGonagall, look, my matches are changing. Hermione let out a scream of excitement. So far, only her matches have changed slightly.

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

Hermione was happy, and looked up a little proudly. The Gryffindor cubs were also happy. After all, the glory of the academy is also its own glory. Some even looked at the girl who had added points to the academy 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!" Unfortunately, the Lion House didn't rejoice for long. Compared to Hermione's half-finished product, Malfoy completely completed the match-to-needle change.

Hermione, who was still tilting her head just now, immediately lowered her head and secretly glanced at Malfoy a few more times. Compare the gap between the two.

"That you may be proud. Pansy made a sinister face and defiantly.

"Don't worry, he's definitely practiced many times at home, it's normal," Harry comforted behind Hermione. Ron's face flushed and he didn't speak, as if thinking of his own family.

"I haven't lost to anyone in my studies. Hermione looked up suddenly, her eyes bursting with amazing fighting spirit.

"Looks like I'm being nosy. Harry shook his head.

As for Malfoy, as if he had accomplished a trivial task, with a wave of his wand, the needle returned to its original state. As they said, Malfoy did practice similar spells, but it was part of the strength and couldn't be denied.

Of course, even with practice, Malfoy was close to perfection in no more than three times.

"As long as the plug-in is done well, there is no magic spell that cannot be used," Malfoy smiled to himself, but now his mere memory was becoming useless. Creativity is what he needs to pursue.

There are two kinds of good students, one is good in the conventional sense, and Hermione in the original world line should be in this category, they can almost perfectly complete the tasks assigned to them by the teacher, but that's all. The other has not only the former's abilities, but also unparalleled creativity, as you can see from the spells and notes Snape created, that being smart is not enough.

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

The most anticipated by the students was the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, but everyone except Malfoy was disappointed. Because Professor Quirrell smelled too much garlic, and there didn't seem to be any magic in the class. Everyone was a little distracted. Malfoy listened to him with some interest.

"Poor fellow. Malfoy shook his head.

"Well, you 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.

"It's better for you to go up and tell you about the Twilight Saga," Pansy looked at him expectantly.

"Please don't joke, I don't know who will say garbage after listening to half of it. Malfoy whispered as he turned to the side.

"Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting bunch of little lions. Pansy gave her trademark wicked grin.

"I guess I'd better continue to hear how to use garlic to get rid of vampires. ”

"Boring!"

The days were uneventful, in Malfoy's opinion. While other students often struggled with the professors' large amount of homework, he was an exception, and his good performance allowed Malfoy to skip almost all of his assignments.

"How can you see the so-called forbidden books? Malfoy froze in front of a row of bookshelves.

For a top student, going to the library is the real norm. As for the two henchmen, Malfoy was already happy to let them "fend for themselves", and it was more uncomfortable to let them come to the library than to kill them.

As for the books that were open to the public in these libraries, Malfoy was not interested.

"Just be a pastime. Malfoy pulled out a copy of Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts from the bookshelf and began to read it.

"Terrible magical gifts, naïve political ideas. That was Malfoy's conclusion.

He doesn't know how to use his personality charm to rule, and relies too much on his own strength, except for a small number of die-hard Death Eaters who worship him madly, most of them rule by fear. Cooperation with some families is also only based on the relationship of interests. As a result, the forces are scattered. Once one's own strength is gone, it is not surprising that the tree will fall and scatter.

"A tragic childhood led to paranoia, not being pure-blooded in itself, but pursuing the idea that pure-bloods rule everything. Hmm? Not true. Malfoy seemed to think of something, "Maybe this is just a compromise with those families, maybe this is the real exchange of interests." Malfoy thought about Voldemort's gains and losses in the **** event.

"It's a pity. Malfoy thought, "If only I would have taken a detour." The people of the Ministry of Magic are muddy, they really want to engage in politics, rely on their own demagogic skills to become ministers, and then slowly encroach on the Muggle world. ”

However, it seems that the Dark Lord has begun to make full use of his bewitching abilities again.

"Should you expose Quirrell to Dumbledore? Malfoy pondered. "By the way, he'd noticed something was wrong with Quirrell early on, so let's give Snape a headache. ”

"Can you let me come over for a moment, this classmate?" Malfoy was pondering as he was pondering, and a voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts, somewhat familiar.

"Oh, okay. "Malfoy's habit of reading on the bookshelf is one of the habits he has left over from his previous life. But now it's clearly blocking someone else's way.

"Thank you. The voice continued.

A few seconds later.

"It's you!" Another whisper.

Malfoy, who had already given way, was ready to change to another book, but with this whisper, he still looked up, and the first thing that caught his eye was a thick and unkempt brown hair. It turned out to be Hermione, who was holding a stack of books. But it's also normal. Who else but her goes to the library a few days before school starts?

"It's a Gryffindor lion cub, well, I'd better stay away from my pure-bloods who like to ravage Muggles and Muggle wizards. Malfoy sneered, turning to leave.

"Wait!" Hermione's voice was a little louder, and a little urgent. His face was cloudy, as if he was making up his mind.

"Miss Granger, I want to remind you that this is the Library, please be quiet. ”

"I'm sorry. Hermione hugged her stack of books and bowed suddenly.

This sentence should be said to the person you are bothering about. ”

"I mean last time. ”

"Huh?" Malfoy's eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm really sorry for what happened in the car last time, they and I were prejudiced against you, and after entering the academy, I thought about it for a long time, I think there are only evil wizards, and there is no evil academy and bloodline. Here I ask for your forgiveness. Next time I'll call the other two of them to apologize. As if prepared, Hermione uttered a series of apologies.

"Shall I say that, compliment Gryffindor for his courage in admitting his mistakes? and then I'll forgive you? like a fairy tale?"

Hermione's face turned pale, and it was clear that she had taken great courage to apologize this time. But she didn't expect the rejection.

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

Hermione let out a sigh of relief, which had clearly made her uncomfortable.

"There's nothing wrong with the cunning Slytherin. Hermione muttered.

"Thanks for the compliment. ”

"Don't be too complacent, sooner or later I'll overtake you. "Apparently Hermione was still haunted by her last Transfiguration lesson.

"That's really exciting. Malfoy laughed.

"Hmph. After obtaining forgiveness, Hermione had no psychological baggage, returned to her usual haughty expression, and strode away.

On Friday, Pansy at the dinner table hung her head, apparently in bad spirits.

"It's going to be Potions class, and the weird potions I hate the most are the bubbling potions, do you know how our teacher is? Pansy asked, nudging Malfoy's arm next to her.

"Didn't I give you a lineup of what you might be asking in the first lesson?" asked Malfoy.

"I can't remember, you think you have such a good memory like you nerd?" Pansy stuck out her tongue.

"I don't think you're reading at all. Malfoy showed no mercy in debunking the truth.

"But don't worry, the first lesson will be good for our savior. Malfoy then added.

"That's amazing. Pansy fears that the world will not be in chaos.

Soon it was time for Potions class, which was held in an underground classroom. It's colder than the main castle building above. Glass jars sit along the walls, and the soaking of taxidermy insides makes people shudder.

"It's disgusting. Pansy covered her nose as if the smell of the potion could come through the vessel.

In charge of teaching the course was Severus Snape, an emaciated man whose dark cold eyes were followed by endless hollownesses that reminded him of two pitch-black tunnels. He also has a large hooked nose and shoulder-length black hair.

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

"Oh, yes," he whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our new arrival—the famous character." ”

"You have come here to learn the precise science and rigors of this potion preparation. He spoke, almost in a voice a little louder than a whisper, but everyone could hear every word he said. Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape has the deterrent power to keep the classroom in order effortlessly.

"Since there is no stupid waving of a wand here, many of you will not believe that it is magic. I don't expect you to really comprehend the beauty of the smoky cauldron that simmers and wafts its fragrance, you don't really understand the liquid that flows into people's veins, the thrilling, disorienting magic that I can teach you how to increase your prestige, brew glory, and even stop death—but one thing must be that you are not the kind of fools and fools I often encounter. ”

After his short opening remarks, the class fell silent.

"Just listening to these words, I don't know which scientific research institute is a madman. Snape's words reminded Malfoy of some Frankenstein he had known in his previous life.

"It's hard to listen to. Pansy whispered with a bitter face.

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

"Potter!" Snape suddenly said, "What do I get if I add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?"

What root powder in what solution?—Harry glanced at Ron, who was just as stunned as he was, and Hermione's arms were raised high into the air.

"I don't know, sir. Harry said.

Snape pursed his lips disdainfully.

"Tsk, tsk – it seems that fame doesn't mean everything. ”

Snape deliberately ignored Hermione's raised arm.

"Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it?" Hermione tried to keep her hands high without leaving her seat, but Harry had no idea what a bezoar was.

Harry forced himself to stare straight into his cold 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 is the difference between scapular aconitum and wolf venom aconitum then?" At this point, Hermione stood up, her hand reaching straight for the ceiling of the basement classroom. "I don't know. Harry replied.

"This is our savior. Snape sarcastically said.

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

"Well, that's not the right script. Malfoy thought to himself. Still standing up, these questions were not difficult for him.

"Together, narcissus root powder and wormwood can be formulated into a very potent sleeping pill, which is a serving of life and death water. The bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow and has a strong detoxifying effect. As for Aconitum scaphoida and Aconitum lupus, they are the same plant, also collectively referred to as Aconitum sinensis. Malfoy searched his mind for a moment before answering.

A satisfied smile appeared on Snape's gloomy face, "Perfect answer, add ten points to Slytherin." ”

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

"Against the teacher, Gryffindor deducted a point. Snape said to Ron. Unfortunately, it seems that Snape has good hearing.

Ron immediately stopped talking.

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

"Yes, sir. Harry held back his impatience, knowing that if he retorted, Gryffindor might be deducted points again.

However, Harry did not get his wish, and today's Gryffindor is destined to suffer a great loss.

As the Potions lesson progressed, Snape divided them into pairs and instructed them to mix a simple potion for scabies. Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom, watching them call dried nettles and crush snakes' fangs, and almost all of the students were criticized. Only standing in front of Malfoy's crucible did Snape smile with satisfaction.

"It tastes a little wrong. Malfoy sniffed. Look under your feet. I saw green smoke rising and hissing.

"Clear water like a spring!" Malfoy immediately cast his spell. Clean up as much of the spilled potion as possible.

"Idiot!" Snape roared. Not to Malfoy, of course, but to Neville.

Neville's cauldron was knocked over, and the potion in the pot nearly spread to the floor of the classroom, but Malfoy spotted it in time to prevent it from happening.

"Good job, Slytherin plus five. Snape turned to Malfoy. Then put on a scary expression. "I'm going to settle this matter first. Get him to the hospital above. Snape snapped at Seamus. Harry began to embarrass Harry again: "Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add porcupine thorns? ”

It was so unfair, and Harry was about to defend himself when Ron kicked him from behind the pot.

"Harry, bear with me, don't give him another chance. Ron whispered.

Harry swallowed.

After a storm, Potions class finally ended. The Slytherin and Gryffindor scores also changed.