Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Professor McGonagall woke up." Furong gently lifted his body and turned to face the professors at Hogwarts.

"Mileva, you probably have a quarter of an hour. You should also know what happened." Slughorn glanced at the quartz clock hanging on the wall, and then reminded.

"Call Filius." Professor McGonagall said.

Professor Flitwick's voice is not so loud now, even if it is controlled by a spell, it can still be, the throat surge is not so terrible, but it is not enough to say a complete sentence.

Professor McGonagall's spirit is exceptionally good, which may be a side effect of poison, hitting all his energy for a certain period of time.

"Let's discuss the arrangements for the next matter." She sighed and looked very distressed.

"Severus is definitely..." Professor McGonagall reconfirmed again with some disbelief.

"It can only be explained that he fled in fear of sin."

"Okay." McGonagall closed his eyes. The mood suddenly became heavy.

"Philipus, if you want to speak, just write on parchment."

Flitwick could only stand on his chair and nod his head, because once he spoke, there was a series of crazy laughs that could not be suppressed.

Affected by such interference, he can't even cast a common spell now.

"First of all, the transformation class, there are a few candidates in the Phoenix Society that can be replaced, and now it has little effect on peripheral activities."

"Sirius maybe?"

"Wait for you to contact later."

"Magic lesson, how about Tonks?"

"Not so good..." Flitwick shook his head and wrote on the parchment. "Tonks's curse is average,"

"Then, every part of Sirius is pretty good."

"Yes." Flitwick nodded, and Tonks's Transfiguration is still good. It is excellent in disguise. The natural transfiguration Magus.

"That black magic defense class?"

Several people glanced at each other.

To make a joke, it can be said that Voldemort's curse is very powerful.

This time Snape didn't hold up for half a semester and left.

And it is the most difficult way to accept.

"How is Moody?"

"His feet aren't easy."

"How about Lupin?" Flitwick scribbled on the parchment, the words beating wildly.

"He has to be a spy among the werewolves."

"What about Kingsley?"

"He is responsible for activities outside the Phoenix Club."

"Then no one will."

"How about Malfoy." Professor McGonagall said amazingly and said a name.

"Although I don't want to doubt the students, but..." Flitwick's pen hesitated.

"He is very strange this semester. He is not very serious in class and often sleeps, but it is true that there is nothing in the textbook that makes him difficult."

"It's just that I want to suspect that he may have a relationship with his dean." Flitwick continued to write with a swipe.

Professor McGonagall rubbed his eyebrows painfully.

She also seemed to recall that Snape and Malfoy had left school together.

"Does he have any questions?" Slughorn was very impressed with this outstanding student, especially since he also rejected his invitation to the slug club.

"Is it a lot of hijacking the other day?"

"Yes, that hostage is a nurse, Miss Dracul." Professor McGonagall nodded.

"That's really fate." Slughorn applauded, and Furong glared.

"Keep quiet, here is the hospital." Her face was chilled.

"Well, evil fate."

"But this student is very powerful." Flitwick nodded and wrote on the paper.

"Yes." Slughorn nodded.

"I want to think of him as a core member of the slug club."

"Are you messing with your little circle again? Horas?"

"Uh...Mileva, your time is limited" Slughorn shifted the subject.

"In short, that student has a lot of problems." Flitwick's handwriting left in the air in distrust

"In the second grade...he still"

"He is a good student." Professor McGonagall said suddenly.

"This is what Dumbledore said."

"Call him over, I'll talk to him." Professor McGonagall said helplessly.

"Okay." Flitwick threw the pen on the ground and walked out.

Within a few minutes, Malfoy was in the ward.

Professor McGonagall glanced back and forth on Malfoy with her sharp eyes.

"Professor McGonagall, are you better?" he asked to maintain the maximum politeness.

"Not bad." Professor McGonagall nodded.

"Severus may think I'm too tired at ordinary times, and got me some sleeping pills, maybe I'm not sure about the efficacy." She actually made a joke.

"Dumbledore told me ~www.readwn.com~ You are a good student." She said suddenly.

Malfoy's eyes narrowed slightly and suddenly felt a little funny.

"Why, professor? I don't think I am trustworthy." He shrugged and said he was not interested.

"me too."

"But I believe Dumbledore"

"Can you replace the position of your former dean?"

"Replace the teacher?" Malfoy frowned.

This old lady is more creative and bold than he imagined.

"I tried as much as possible." But he didn't refuse, and after a strange arc appeared in the corner of his mouth, he finally accepted the old lady's request.

As a teacher, it sounds pretty good?