Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

While Malfoy was still sitting on the long-delayed express train, watching the scenery along the way, breakfast time for the Hogwarts students began.

The windows above the auditorium were opened and owls brought today's Daily Prophet into the school.

"I remember April Fool's Day is long over." Ron threw the latest issue of the Daily Prophet on the table, his face as ugly as if he had swallowed dozens of slugs just now, making him nauseous , even if his favorite food is in front of him, he doesn't want to take a bite

He pointed to the soup-soaked Daily Prophet, which had an entire page on how Malfoy was driven away by the tough Dumbledore.

"What we can foresee is how Mr. Malfoy, who was still a minor, made an excessive resistance action under the pressure of that authority," the report said.

"Meaning he's coming back to class today? No punishment at all? That's the funniest joke I've ever seen."

"That's so funny!"

Harry looked numb, not as excited as Ron, and he was still immersed in the grief of Dumbledore's death.

"His dad is said to be so exonerated." Ron said indignantly.

"In the second grade, the Basilisk in the secret room also said that he was under the Imperius Curse!"

"Weasley, loud noise, Gryffindor deducted ten points." It was not Snape who deducted points, but Professor McGonagall.

It was obvious that she was not in a good mood.

There is no way to refuse a hard order from the Ministry of Magic.

From the teacher's point of view, she wanted to believe that the student was fine.

But she was there at the time, Malfoy's eyes were clear, and it didn't look like he was manipulated by the Imperius Curse. If he was really innocent, he would definitely not have such an action.

She also believed that Dumbledore could not have allowed any innocent student to be wronged.

But now, Dumbledore also...

She coughed a few times and seemed to be choked by the hot tea. With her sharp and dignified, eagle-like eyes, she looked around at the students around the long table.

These are the objects she is trying to protect.

She had to cheer herself up, no matter what, people can't indulge in sadness, the school still has to run, and the class still has to go on.

The morning meeting was over, the students dispersed, and for the fifth-year Gryffindor and Slytherin students, the first class was hers.

"Today we have a test."

Professor McGonagall walked quickly into the classroom, and then she waved her wand, and the stacks of parchment on the podium flew one by one to the table in front of everyone's seats.

Then the black writing gradually emerged from the blank paper.

Questions about the Transfiguration course.

"Um..." She glanced outside the classroom.

The rectangular lectern in front of him suddenly became shorter and shrunk. Two teams of wheels side by side were added to the flat feet. Then one staggered and rolled under the lectern, swayed a few times, and then stood up completely.

"Okay, Mr. Malfoy, here's your place." She beckoned to the door.

After hearing the name, Pansy's ears pricked up in his seat immediately, his head jerked up, and then he quickly but hesitantly confirmed it.

All the students in the room whispered.

Malfoy waved in Pansy's direction, smiled, and sat down in the only empty seat that Professor McGonagall had made for him.

"Silence!" Professor McGonagall waved his wand lightly, and the surroundings immediately became silent.

A magic spell unique to the exam room.

"What is left to discuss after the exam is over."

"Okay, the Transfiguration class test has begun, and I have made some predictions about the direction of the test. I hope you can get the results that meet the expectations, and it is also a test of your own level." Professor McGonagall said to the students in front of him.

"And, Mr. Malfoy, if you don't get the grades I expected this time, maybe you'll have to postpone the exam until next year."

"You've lost a lot of time," added Professor McGonagall.

"Okay, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy nodded, replied, and then began to look at the test paper in front of him.

The exam has officially started.

But even with exams, some people don't seem to realize what's going on.

Pansy's face was always tilted in Malfoy's direction, even though the only thing left in her eyes was his profile.

"Miss Parkinson, it's exam time now. It's best to keep your eyes on your test paper, and don't try to make small moves." Professor McGonagall walked quickly to Pansy's seat, and lightly tapped the wand in his hand. Lightly knocked in front of her, reminded.

Hearing this, she hurriedly buried her head, stared absently at her exam paper, and pretended to write and draw on it with her quill pen.

After Professor McGonagall left, he secretly rolled his eyes a few times, and glanced over there intentionally or unintentionally.

She felt that in today's test, she must have failed because she had no intention to answer the questions at all.

But it doesn't matter, because I have already received news that is much more important than the test results.

In addition, there is another person who has been greatly affected.

"Excuse me, what are the difficulties in the deformation between fluid substances and solid substances? What problems should be paid attention to? What rules need to be applied?"

"Control of magic power... Igor's ultimate restraint law... It is necessary to pay attention to the guidance and adjustment of fast-moving objects that require pre-judgment."

"What is the Umbrella Shapeshifting Charm most widely used for?"

"Extracting the medicinal liquid, the umbrella-shaped rotation can drain off certain impurities and drain the liquid."

"It takes less magic to turn the same volume of doughnuts and regular solid bread into a single-ear teacup."

"Donut."

Hermione's eyes didn't leave the test paper for a second, and the quill in her hand was very smooth, as if she was really focused on the test.

But the slightly crooked handwriting still revealed her mood, and the handwriting that used to be graceful was a bit sloppy now.

Like Pansy, her mind is now full of the boy who had just returned to school sitting in front of her.

Her brain was divided into two parts for a while, one part was used as a machine for carrying memory, controlling her right hand, which was used to numbly answer the questions and output the answers on the test paper.

Her serious attitude towards schoolwork made her instinctive enough to write the answers on the test paper.

As for the other part, it was all used to think about the special candidate who just joined the exam.

"When was the wanted for him cancelled?"

"Why cancel?"

"What does Professor McGonagall seem to know?"

One question after another appeared in Hermione's mind.

Because this time point is too coincidental, after Dumbledore's death.

He immediately "felt grievances".

That's ridiculous.

Also, she didn't feel too much strangeness in Malfoy. It seemed that she had only met a while ago, and she was inexplicably familiar. She wanted to recall, but she felt that she could not find the answer.

Suddenly, she heard her quill pen. She encountered a problem. The mechanical handling of the answer was useless. She had to shake her head, throw away her distracting thoughts, and concentrate on thinking about the problem.

"Mr. Ron, if you have problems with your eyes, Madam Pomfrey can prescribe some medicine for you." Professor McGonagall reminded him as he watched Ron's bloodshot eyes face someone's back.

In the end, he could only look unwillingly at the parchment full of questions.

After that, there were no more interludes.

The quill rustled on the parchment.

The exam time came to an end with the abrupt bell tolling in the distance.

"Put away your quills." Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and the parchment scrolls floated up, as if they had wings, and flew to her desk in order.

"Professor McGonagall!" Ron shouted loudly, blocking Professor McGonagall who had collected the test papers and was about to return to the office.

"Isn't that guy wanted?" he asked.

"Maybe some of the students now know the news, it's just that I need to announce it again at dinner tonight."

"This matter has been adjudicated in Wizengamore Court. As a result, he is innocent and a victim, so it is normal to return to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall's face was expressionless. Answering Ron's question.

"Professor McGonagall, can you help me repair the test paper? I may have accidentally damaged some." Hermione suddenly walked to Professor McGonagall's side

"Granger." Professor McGonagall said Hermione's name before popping out a piece of parchment

Professor McGonagall squinted and looked through his lens, which looked like an irregular long tear torn by the tip of a pen.

Then she tapped the parchment paper with her wand, "It's back to normal."

Those cracks were closed tightly.

Professor McGonagall certainly doesn't make low-level mistakes.

The cracks were restored, but the writing remained the same.

"Okay." She nodded, her framed eyes hiding tiredness.

The student himself cannot perform any magic on the test paper, it will be punished as cheating.

"Okay, let's go to rest, Granger, it looks like you are a little tired, is the problem difficult?" She nodded slightly, and then asked with concern.

"Fortunately, Professor McGonagall." Hermione nodded slightly, her brown curly hair swayed, and the big eyes that used to be full of energy were now a little sluggish.

The overload of her brain made her appear sleepy.

Ron wanted to say something, but McGonagall put the wand to his lips, made a silent motion, and shook his head at him.

"Okay, Mr. Weasley, take care of yourself, I'll give you an explanation during dinner," she said strictly, and stopped answering Ron's questions.

On the other side, Pansy and Malfoy were already in the corridor, the former pestering the latter, chattering and asking some questions. .

"You come back this time..." The girl had countless questions that she wanted to ask him.

"Draco, come to my office." A low voice interrupted their conversation.