Although the process was a bit bumpy, Malfoy eventually reintegrated into campus life as if nothing had happened.

It's just that when he occasionally lies on the bed in the bedroom, looking at the ceiling, he still feels that this is so stable that he is a little unaccustomed to life.

For him, it was a rare and stable day in the past few months.

Whether it was surviving in the wilderness before or dancing with wolves later, it didn't allow him to have enough quality sleep, and he needed to be on high alert at all times.

But now it's much better, Hogwarts is arguably the safest place, and he's had the best sleep and the most leisurely time.

After the extreme busyness, the rhythm was cut off all of a sudden, which made him feel a little at a loss.

When was the last time you had a step-by-step class?

Malfoy's memory was a little blurry.

He hadn't had much of a class since the Goblet of Fire.

When the weekend comes, he's in the library, guiding Pansy's revisions.

Said to be a guide, but only manipulated an extra quill pen floating in front of her.

Pansy tapped on something, and the quill came down and began to write on the parchment.

"Regarding salamander blood, it can be used to make potions of the enhancement type, but it should be noted that the color is similar to pomegranate juice, and it must be carefully separated, salamander blood has a distinctly pungent taste. ”

Looks like Pansy is now revising on Potions.

Malfoy himself, on the other hand, leaned against a column of bookshelves, controlling what was scribbled on a piece of parchment.

If someone can get around behind him, they will know that there is a map in front of him.

Except for the small black dots, which do not symbolize the person's name, the level of detail is no different from that of a living point map

Many locations are circled.

An invisible trajectory, along a certain outline, encloses the entire Hogwarts.

The Forbidden Forest was heavily blackened, and there were scattered, hand-added ink dots all around it.

As he continued to sketch on it, the entire parchment turned into a book that could turn pages.

He pretended to turn the page to the page that read—how to maintain a broom.

"I want you to teach me personally. Because at this time, Pansy sneaked up behind him unknowingly, and looked at him with blank eyes.

From time to time, he peeked at the book he was reading, and when he saw the title, he became quite disappointed.

"I'm teaching you personally, and I control the pen. ”

"But you don't look at me. ”

"Okay. With a sigh, Malfoy replied.

The plan I made just now is almost complete, it's not bad, I just need to go into detail.

A plan is a plan, and it's not so easy to execute.

Thinking about the huge workload in the future, I feel a little depressed.

If it weren't for the fact that he had been sent back to school by Voldemort, he wouldn't have wanted to touch these jobs.

"If you're going to go with me to Duke Honey," he said suddenly, glancing at Pansy.

"Really?"

Go to Duke Honey?

"Is it a date?" Pansy thought to herself.

In order to "date", her boring tutoring routine began.

Although it was knowledge, Malfoy didn't think it was a waste of time to tutor Pansy.

Whether it is from the perspective of the relationship between the two or from the perspective of knowledge, it does not count, and the former goes without saying.

And the same is true of the latter, the difference between passive acceptance and active output can be refined once in the process of teaching.

In order to teach clearly, it is necessary to have a deep understanding of the concept, and it makes sense to review the old and learn the new.

The level of reading according to the book will only mislead people's children.

"Whether it's for the exam, or for myself," Malfoy said without tire.

"Okay, I know. Pansy tilted her head and said with a perfunctory grip on the barrel of her pen.

Just when the girl was struggling for the exam.

Another girl also sought the help of her teacher for some pursuits.

"Professor McGonagall?" Hermione, a little nervous at the door of her office, knocked lightly.

"Please come in, Miss Granger. Professor McGonagall was sitting in a carved chair at her desk with her vintage glasses, looking up at Transfiguration Today, looking up at the hidden crack in the door, and waving her hand.

Floating in mid-air, a row of quills was brushing and correcting the parchment rolls on the desk.

I have to say that it is very convenient.

"You did well in this test. Professor McGonagall closed the magazine in her hand and commented as she looked at the student in front of her.

"But your two friends, I still want you to help them a little more, especially Ron, I suspect he didn't listen to the class at all, you need to supervise them a little more. ”

"Ron, in particular, is not a prefect at all. ”

"Okay, I will. Hermione was a little absent-minded.

"Hungry, eat two biscuits. "Professor McGonagall is very kind in class, especially her favorite students.

She handed over an iron box with a pattern on it.

"Professor—" Hermione didn't take the box, she didn't want to say anything, she wasn't here to eat.

Professor McGonagall looked serious. "It's not like my students, it's not like Gryffindor,"

"I want to learn from Animagus. Hermione took a deep breath, and quickly revealed her purpose.

"Most Animagus are incapable of fighting and will waste a lot of time, especially now...... You'll also have to prepare for exams. Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow, then patiently said.

"Can you tell me why?"

McGonagall looked at Hermione, and the girl pursed her lips without saying a word.

"Forget it, I'm sure you won't do anything against the school rules, and if Potter and Weasley come to me, I'll really have to think about it. ”

"Remember to keep it confidential, I won't report it. McGonagall sighed.

Obviously, the Ministry of Magic will not allow uncontrolled lately, and even if it is reported, it will have to fill out many forms, apply, and may not be approved.

Especially now that the situation is present.

Looking at the student's expression, she knew that Hermione would obviously not be happy, and she might report it and stop studying.

Everyone had their own secrets, and she thought Hermione was supposed to be measured.

She has no objection to students learning more, especially in the current extraordinary situation.

Although it has little combat effectiveness, it is highly concealed.

Most likely in the near future. The Animagus of the record is one more.

"Thank you, Professor. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, she was afraid that Professor McGonagall would reject her.

"But..."

"Learning at Animagus is a long process..."

"I'll only go back for two days during my summer vacation. Hermione hurriedly said.

"I've got travel plans for the summer, Miss Granger. Professor McGonagall suddenly said solemnly,

"That—" Hermione didn't recognize that it was a joke for a moment, and was a little confused, and immediately thought about her lesson.

"Just kidding. The serious expression softened, and the palm of the dead wood reached over, pulling Hermione's somewhat messy brown hair to the side.

The old lady made a joke.

In this situation, what is the mood to travel, she lost her husband in her early years, and now she is single, and most of the summer vacations are spent in school, not to mention the tense moments now.

"That's fine, you can prepare for the exam with peace of mind. ”

"I want to see you get 12 excellent, and you can't learn if you don't have one. Professor McGonagall put on the same stern face.

"Okay......" Hermione said hesitantly.

It doesn't seem very modest to take it down, and it's a bit difficult.

"Hope is a small animal. For a moment, Hermione secretly hoped for it.