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Chapter 278 Failure at the beginning
Harry returned to his dormitory with a bag of donuts and hot coffee prepared by the house elves.

"The curse stops immediately."

Ron didn't wake up.

Harry's mouth twitched, he didn't expect that his deep sleep therapy was so effective.

He opened the paper bag containing the donuts and shook them vigorously.

The crunching sound of the paper bags rubbing against each other was mixed with the soft sound of the donut shells colliding, and the mellow aroma of the dough soon filled the entire dormitory.

Ron's upper body was pulled by his nose and he sat up. Before he could open his eyes, his mouth was already pressing his head and dragging him off the bed.

Harry took out a donut and rolled it around Ron's nose.

Ron's head also kept spinning, like a windmill.

"Ron, wake up." Seeing that Ron's saliva was about to drip on the floor, Harry quickly patted his roommate's head with his hand.

"Huh?" Taking a deep breath subconsciously, Ron opened his eyes in a daze.

The thin frosting on the chocolate-covered donuts is more beautiful than the stars inlaid on the night sky.

But it was daylight.

"Harry! You used a coma spell on me!" Ron quickly came to his senses, and with great willpower, he broke away from the temptation of donuts and prepared to ask Harry for an explanation first.

"I see you slept soundly. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't have used this private therapy." Harry hugged the food bag in his arms angrily, and started to bite the food in his hand.

The sound of teeth biting through chocolate crisps instantly pierced Ron's taste buds.

He swallowed and immediately put on a smile, "Harry, I'm just kidding you. Your method is very effective, it's like I didn't make it through the night!"

After saying that, Ron looked directly at the food bag and asked, "Harry, can you share one with me? I'm going crazy with hunger."

"Here you go. I asked the house elf at school to make it fresh."

Ron caught the food bag thrown by Harry, put his head directly into it and started eating.

"Harry, you're so kind." A muffled voice came from the food bag.

Harry watched silently, beginning to wonder if Ron might have troll or ogre blood.

……

Harry was not the first to come to the classroom.

After he and Ron came in, Hermione stood up in the first row and greeted them.

"Harry, why don't we sit back?" Ron felt a little guilty. He knew the strength of Harry and Hermione. Both of them were geniuses at the perverted level.

This can be seen from the fact that Harry used the coma spell to help him sleep.

If the strength is not moderate, a normal coma spell will make the person who is cast feel like their head is squeezed by a door after waking up.

Although Hermione is not as powerful as Harry, she is still powerful enough to defeat third-year wizards.

A certain third-year Slytherin senior who did not want to be named was nailed to the door of his dormitory by her with a petrifying spell for a full hour.

It was the curling-winged demon who unlocked it.

In comparison, Ron felt that his level was not much different from Muggles.

If he sat in the front row with his two perverted friends, the teacher would definitely suspect that he was an undercover agent sent by Muggles.

"Believe in yourself Ron." Harry put his arm around Ron's shoulders and led him towards Hermione, "You are definitely a talented wizard."

"Hermione and I just have some advantages in advance."

As Harry walked around, he didn't forget to glance at the tabby cat squatting on the desk.

He smiled at her and nodded slightly in respect.

If he were at the Dursleys' house, Harry would have to cook a big meal for the cat that Professor McGonagall had transformed into.

Harry felt that Professor McGonagall had lost weight.

The food at Hogwarts is still not good. If you have time, you have to teach the elves here some oriental dishes. Harry thought.

Mag felt Harry's concerned gaze, blinked her smart eyes, and showed a warm smile.

Ron didn't notice Harry's movements, he was building his own confidence.

Naturally, Hermione also quietly greeted Professor McGonagall in Animagus state.

During the few days she stayed at the Dursleys' house, Professor McGonagall also taught her a lot of wizarding knowledge that was not mentioned in books.

For example, don't try to cast spells without a wand or cast spells without a chant. Hermione had learned a lot from Professor McGonagall, whom she respected.

Harry had just sat down and had not yet placed the book under his arm on the table.

Malfoy is here.

He was not alone, there were all the first years of Slytherin behind him.

In the ten days before the official start of class, he seemed to have established quite a bit of prestige among Slytherin.

"Mr. Potter." Malfoy said in a measured tone, his words were quite imposing, like a king patrolling his territory.

"I'll prove one thing to you: theoretical knowledge is far less important than practical ability."

Harry looked at him confused, feeling that there was a generation gap between himself and his peers.

"Oh, you don't understand?" Malfoy raised his head proudly, threw off his wizard robe in a pretentious manner, and strode away.

Before leaving, he said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter, you will understand soon."

Malfoy's wizard robes were indeed fluttering beautifully, almost as much as his cloak fluttering in the wind.

Harry and Hermione were stunned.

It wasn't that they were stunned by Malfoy's gesture.

But the wizard robe of this little nobleman happened to cover the tabby cat.

As the wizard's robe slowly fell off the cat's face, Professor McGonagall's eyes and beard drooped.

"What is he talking about?" Ron tilted his head and pointed back at Malfoy with his thumb, his expression very incredulous.

"He's saying: 10 points from Slytherin." Harry said expressionlessly.

Hermione also grimaced, afraid that she would laugh out loud.

Did Malfoy understand what he said? Hermione didn't know what it was.

But she knew one thing: Professor McGonagall was angry.

Whether it is the experience of caring for domestic cats or the youthful experience of observing words and emotions, they all remind Hermione:
Next, don't mess with Professor McGonagall.

Malfoy sat upright behind his desk, with a look that was three points careless and seven points confident.

Dean Snape's special training has achieved remarkable results, and he is ready to show off his skills in the classroom!

Soon, before Ron was even halfway through the first page of "Standard Spells Beginners", the little wizards all arrived and the school bell rang.

The fresh and exciting atmosphere in the classroom had not cooled down by the school bell when the tabby cat suddenly jumped down from the desk.

The elegant and flexible lines of the cat's body stretched in the air, and in a blink of an eye, a stern-faced witch stood in front of the desk.

The classroom fell silent for an instant.

Ron stared blankly at what was happening in front of him, while Harry and Hermione turned to look at Malfoy with a smile.

Malfoy almost slipped under the desk, and his originally high-spirited face had lost all its energy.

If he remembered correctly, he seemed to have hit a cat with his wizard's robe, which he thought was class material.

"Before class, I want to teach you something." Professor McGonagall's voice was as straight as her face.

"Wizard, you must be observant and vigilant. Keep anything that is not in line with common sense in your mind."

Professor McGonagall was almost looking at Malfoy as she continued: "If you are not sure whether an unusual thing is a threat to you, then stay away from it."

Malfoy swallowed, sweat beading on his forehead.

He was still praying in his heart.

Although it was very contradictory, he had to pray that the Head of Gryffindor would be kind to him.

Um...for Slytherin's sake?
"I said this a few days ago, and I emphasized that you remember it."

"So Mr. Malfoy, ten points from Slytherin."

puff.

Malfoy sat down on the ground, his aristocratic posture gone.

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)