Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

In a blink of an eye, the Hogwarts campus, with a few less teachers, became more chaotic.

In particular, those teachers are all core subjects.

Compared with Muggle studies, the marginal subjects such as the protection of magical creatures, the subjects that are missing today are all very important.

Whether it is for the ordinary course of life, or for a battle that may be imminent.

Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration are all top priorities.

Of course, one of the cursed subjects had to be taken up by a sixth-grade student.

The students who were most surprised were mostly curious and shocked, with no other emotions.

Humans are forgetful animals. After Malfoy returned to school, apart from some initial fears, everything quickly returned to normal without doing anything out of the ordinary.

"Why let that traitor's student?" Ron tacitly agreed that Malfoy and Snape were together, brandishing a knife and fork indignantly at the dining table, questioning.

It's official lunch time.

"You're also Snape's student, are you a traitor?" Hermione asked suddenly, in a seat not far from him.

"You speak for him?" Ron's face suddenly showed a stunned expression.

"I'm just refuting your logic. In addition, we must now follow Professor McGonagall's instructions. We must avoid unnecessary suspicion and infighting."

Ironically, she didn't actually do that.

In fact, she was the one who was most suspicious of Malfoy, and she also carried out actions with great perseverance, for which she learned Animagus.

"This is ridiculous!" Ron roared angrily at this time.

Excitedly, he tapped the table with his hands.

"Don't scare your junior!" Hermione stretched out her hand and gently touched the head of a small Gryffindor student sitting beside her. This first-year freshman seemed to be frightened by the prefect of his house. He jumped and leaned back in the chair.

The level of disgust Ron showed was normal, new hatred old hatred.

To a large extent, he was dissatisfied with the sudden increase in the status of this student at the same level. No matter how high the prefect was, he would never surpass the teacher.

What is even more disturbing is that, in order not to delay their courses, they quickly took office just the day after the announcement.

It can be said that it is too abrupt for teachers and students.

It's so unacceptable.

"Let's see." He dropped a harsh sentence. "Ron rose from his seat at once and left the auditorium, causing everyone to break up.

But even if some people are reluctant, after the lunch break, they still have to accept the reality of the teacher's teaching.

Especially their former classmates.

In the classroom, Malfoy was wearing a brand-new pure black robe with a little silver thread embroidered on the edge of the robe, looking simple and mature. freely.

But in fact, apart from that elaborate robe, he was no different from before.

"I'm no stranger to you, so I won't waste time introducing myself. Not long ago, we received the guidance of the teacher together... Now that my identity has changed, I've almost gotten used to it. I hope you can get used to it as soon as possible."

"Those who have an opinion on me..." The group of students thought he would say something polite.

"Just bear with it, I'm impatient," Malfoy said suddenly. .

His voice was low and solemn, scanning back and forth among his former classmates.

There is no enthusiasm or passion for teaching at all.

In fact, he did not have any experience as a teacher.

And there is no desire to be a teacher either.

But Snape's actions suddenly paralyzed the entire normal teaching plan.

At the request of Professor McGonagall, or to be able to go further in Voldemort's position.

For such and such considerations. He still agreed

Although other courses are not required, the students of several grades have to be taught.

From grade 1 to grade 7, it is also a huge project. The first class, by coincidence, has to face my classmates.

His strength has been polished from a raw jade to a precious jade that is enough to bloom.

Nothing can stop him from improving his strength. Whether it is combat strength or knowledge, he is more than enough as a teacher. For Malfoy, perhaps the biggest opponent now is time.

He has too little time.

Whether it is Dumbledore or Voldemort, they have deeper accumulation than him. They have sufficient accumulation of time, and with it comes even greater magic power. Wizards need to rely on the passage of time to slowly increase magic power, or Say it's another way, a shortcut, to improve your magic.

It was clear that Malfoy's had almost taken the shortcut.

Whether it is Salazar's gift or some other adventure, almost everything can be accelerated.

Another possible name for shortcuts is going astray, and then using some foreign objects may put the cart before the horse.

Of course, it is more than enough to face this group of ordinary students.

"The silent spell practice can come to an end."

He clapped his palm lightly, drawing everyone's attention back.

"Now it's more specialized magic to learn - wandless spellcasting."

"Am I listening to your jokes? How to use without a wand... ahem." Ron soon received his first punishment.

Ron didn't provoke, just retorted loudly because he didn't catch the wrong thing.

Then. His breath suddenly suffocated, and then his face suddenly flushed, and then suddenly paled, and the rapid change in his face made people unable to react.

It seemed that he remembered some extremely bad memory, and he gasped sharply.

"Maybe I didn't tell you, but the rules should be the same - respect the teacher, and raise your hand first if you don't understand or have opinions."

"Mr. Weasley may be able to go back to the furnace and rebuild it first to learn etiquette. Before entering Hogwarts, there should be some basic etiquette courses."

"I used a silent spell and a wandless cast just now, so he shouldn't be able to react."

"Okay, time is precious, Miss Granger?" Malfoy called Hermione's name.

"Come on, Miss Granger, tell them a story? Will you?" he repeated.

Hermione's mouth twitched slightly.

She hadn't been so positive in front of Malfoy, especially when she thought of possible future surveillance, her heart was full of tangled feelings.

It's just that there was a misunderstanding in her posture. She just leaned her right elbow on the table, put her palm on her cheek, and stared out of the window with empty eyes. Maybe she really thought she was raising her hand if she didn't pay attention. .

In fact, the palm does not even exceed the top of the head.

Even so, she didn't explain too much.

Standing up, she said in her usual declarative tone:

"A long time ago, wizards didn't use wands."

"This is an invention of European wizards."

"A good wand can guide our mana, making the direction of the spell more precise and powerful."

"It's just that, even now, there are quite a few wizards in the area who don't use wands."

"If we could reach out to Indian and African wizards, they might not use wands at all"

"They all have their own beliefs, and they will communicate with heaven and earth through some ancient sacrificial means, gain magic power, and use mysterious herbs to heal their injuries."

"They think that using natural herbs to prepare potions can achieve better results."

"Very good." Malfoy swept over Hermione.

"Please sit down."

"But textbook knowledge alone is irreversible with college grades," he added.

"The Academy Cup is a decoration now." Hermione said in her heart, and then averted her eyes from Malfoy.

She just accepted the question, and then habitually answered it.

She was thinking about her opponent's weaknesses, how she could use Animagus without being suspected.

She was thinking about how to carry out her own operation to detect intelligence.

She was actually much more paranoid than Ron. The acting teacher in front of her must actually be inextricably linked with Snape or the Dark Lord.

Hermione hadn't noticed that Pansy was staring at her a little sullenly.

The girl was quite willing to get up and answer, but she was more than enough.

She didn't care about Indian and African wizards.

The real protagonist worth caring about is just around the corner.

When Malfoy was standing on the podium, she realized that his seemingly thin body in the past was just an illusion, in fact, he was slender and tall.

The teacher's robe is worn on the body, and the temperament of restraint and erudition seems to be more mature.

If no one noticed that he still had a slightly immature face, everything seemed to be a matter of course, and no one would doubt his qualifications.

The status of professor seems to give Malfoy some indescribable mysterious temperament.

"The purpose of this class is not for everyone to master wandless spellcasting. Sacrificing the quality of spells for concealment is not necessarily a good thing, especially when your level is insufficient."

"But what you must pay attention to is that in possible future battles, beware of those who do not have wands."

"They may look like ordinary Muggles, but they are also capable of magic."

On the previous holiday, Voldemort had given him high rights.

At least in the manor, those demihumans, werewolves, and vampires no longer dared to be presumptuous in front of his eyes.

Malfoy also took the opportunity to get acquainted with wizards from various regions, and reasonably understood their characteristics and weaknesses. These were originally intended to be disclosed to Hogwarts students by other means, but now they can only use this way.

"Standless spellcasting is the icing on the cake, not the help in the snow. This lesson is just to emphasize that you must always be vigilant enough in battle."

"I don't ask you to forcefully grasp..." Malfoy said flatly.

The thick bell in the distance of the castle rang at the right time.

"Today's class is here for the time being. If you are interested, you can come and ask me after class." He added at last.

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

This is the end of Professor Malfoy's first class.