Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Draco?" Just after all the students had left the classroom, Pansy walked quietly to the vicinity of the podium.

"Please call me Professor Malfoy when there are people nearby." Malfoy said with a blank expression.

"Yes, Professor Malfoy." She immediately tensed her calf nervously, stood up straight, and unconsciously corrected her tone.

"Forget it, just kidding, isn't there anyone now?" Malfoy's face showed a rare smile, shook his head, and sorted out the documents in front of him.

It seems that teasing girls is a pleasant thing.

Pansy's face flushed red, her mouth puffed out, and she wanted to say something out of anger, but the words lingered around her mouth, and finally swallowed it again, just staring at him with a slightly "indignant" look.

"How, how did you feel in the first class?" he asked casually.

"Let's be so-so." Pansy muttered vindictively. She really didn't listen to the lecture much, and her attention was on the person herself.

"Then I'm really hurt." Malfoy said pointlessly.

"No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like she is injured." The girl then showed a sad expression again. "Then why don't you go?" she asked afterward.

"My next class is for fifth graders." Malfoy shrugged helplessly.

"I forgot, you are a teacher now." Pan Xi woke up from a dream and helped her forehead.

"It's you who have to leave, and if you are late, you may be late." Malfoy reminded kindly.

"Then I'll visit your office later." Pan Xi said reluctantly.

It was only then that Pansy remembered that the next class was Sirius Black's potions class, which was also a new professor's class.

"Come on, my relative is not so easy to talk to."

"Okay, I'll go to the office to find you later."

Malfoy squinted at the girl.

"Okay, ask a question." Pansy said angrily, then ran out of the classroom briskly, and glanced back secretly the moment she stepped out.

Malfoy waved at her,

Signal her to hurry up.

Then he turned his eyes back to the desk and began to prepare for the next class.

Classes are hectic and non-repetitive, and the fifth and sixth grade classes are not the same.

Another group of students poured into the classroom, and there were also acquaintances in the fifth grade class.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy?"

"No, you should be called Professor Malfoy now?" The girl's characteristic hazy, ethereal voice came from the door of the classroom, with a slight hint of mockery.

Luna smiled, stepped over the threshold, walked briskly to Malfoy's side, stuck her head gently from behind him, tilted her head, and glanced at the lesson plan in front of him.

No matter what angle it looks from, it seems a little intimate, but at this moment, the bell for class rang at the right time.

"Okay, don't ask me after class, I don't know anything." Luna blinked, her eyelashes flickered a few times, a smile on her fair face, as if she had always been so happy.

"I think I should be fair to every student," Malfoy said politely, but the stiff tone seemed to be loosened by the girl's brisk tone.

"Good luck with your class." Malfoy clapped his hands lightly.

"You too." Luna lightly touched the earring hanging on her right ear, then walked to the stage, found an empty seat and sat down, resting her cheek with one hand, looking at her gray-white eyes with interest with this new teacher.

In fact, Malfoy had hardly changed except for a robe.

He suddenly and deliberately coughed a few times, after the same process, simple self-introduction and opening remarks.

Malfoy began teaching fifth graders.

"Time is limited. Next, I want to introduce some of the evil creatures that may be faced in the future." He said.

"Maybe all," Malfoy added inwardly.

After all, during the last vacation, he spent most of the time in the company of those evil creatures.

Future Hogwarts students are bound to come into contact with Voldemort's men.

"I hope everyone here can remember their weaknesses when facing these creatures."

"Infernal corpses are formed by using human corpses as raw materials and using magic curses as means. There is almost no wisdom, only the smell of fresh flesh of strangers, and the fear of flame curses can cause great harm to them."

"Vampires are traditional evil creatures that feed on blood... This is also a misunderstood creature, they have powerful vitality. There is a saying called first embrace, after some special means, they can Some ordinary people become vampires."

Compared to being bitten by a werewolf, many literary works have a soft spot for vampires. Romantic, poignant and gorgeous.

It is clear at a glance who is more romantic, the muscular beast and Gu Ying's self-pity, pale and sickly beautiful young man.

But it is also an illusion of a literary work. Vampires are not much better than werewolves. They do not see the sun all day long, and they are not much better than otaku.

"As for the werewolf, I believe everyone has known and contacted."

"Next, I will simulate some creatures based on your abilities, and then respond appropriately based on the damage you have caused to him."

As soon as the words fell, the desks of the students began to melt, and the wooden material instantly turned into a pitch-black ooze, slumped into a ball on the ground, and then condensed again.

Several girls screamed and stood up from their seats, almost kicking their chairs over.

A few emotions are fear, most are nausea.

There is a stench that belongs to the corpse alone, as well as a sense of coldness.

It has to be said that, at least it has surpassed most teachers, many teachers need actual samples as experimental teaching, and Malfoy has been able to rely on Transfiguration for almost complete simulation.

At this moment. Ginny's subconscious used her bat spirit spell, and swarms of bats slammed into the corpse's head, especially the eyes, hoping to interfere with his vision

They have almost no perception and perception, a privilege that belongs only to the living.

After blocking for less than a second, the corpse rushed towards them without realizing it.

Infernal corpses have no vision, relying entirely on the difference between the living and the dead, to search for food spontaneously—from their only remaining instinct.

Longing for blood, longing for flesh, longing for all living, longing to transform living beings into their companions.

Some flames condensed into match ropes, tied around the waist of the corpse, and some flames scattered into fiery balls of fire, blasting at the corpse in a series. For a time, the classroom was filled with the smell of burning flesh, "Zi. "Zi" sounded.

The superb metamorphosis simulates almost all the characteristics, showing the perfect mastery skills.