9 School Life

　　 Malfoy was helpless, yes, very helpless.

　　After losing his initial freshness, he lost interest in most of the courses.

　　Will a high school student go back to elementary school and listen to it with relish? Unless he is a scumbag.

　　 Today Malfoy is obviously not a scumbag. The only thing he is interested in now is Prof. McGonagall's Transfiguration course. This course is known for its high level of difficulty and complexity. It may be a bit dangerous.

　　 In addition, Malfoy wondered what happened to this world line. The vast majority of Slytherin and Gryffindor courses today are actually together.

　　 "Is this a butterfly effect?" Malfoy thought.

　　 "Hey, is Professor McGonagall late? I didn't expect that the kind of serious old woman would be late too." Pansy secretly pulled Malfoy's clothes corner and asked.

　　 "Don't talk, have you seen the cat on the table?" Malfoy quickly asked Pansy to close his mouth.

　　 With the sound of "ding", the bell of class rang. The cat on the table jumped down, transformed in mid-air, and had returned to Professor McGonagall when he landed.

"Transfiguration is the most complicated and dangerous spell in your Hogwarts course." Professor McGonagall said. "Anyone who wants to be mischievous in my class, I invite him out, and never let him in again." I have warned you." After that, I looked at Pansy.

　　 "It's over, she heard it." Pansy lowered her head, trying to hide behind Malfoy.

　　 "Don't worry, she's not that stingy." Malfoy comforted.

　　 Soon, teaching began. With a spell, Professor McGonagall turned the lectern in front of her into a pig, and then changed it back.

　　 The students present were amazed, and Malfoy was no exception. As a person who has been deeply influenced by materialist education, how many times these scenes are seen will make people feel amazing.

　　After writing down a lot of difficult notes, Professor McGonagall began to give everyone a match and let them try to turn the match into a needle.

　　 "Professor McGonagall, look, my matches are changing." Hermione screamed excitedly. So far only her match has changed slightly.

　　 "Good" Professor McGonagall nodded approvingly, showing a rare smile. "Gryffindor adds five points!"

　　 Hermione was very happy and raised her head proudly. The Gryffindor lions are also very happy. After all, the glory of the college is also its own glory. Some people even looked at this girl who admired the college for the first day.

　　 "Mr. Draco, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I even thought you secretly took out a new needle. Slytherin, plus ten!" Unfortunately, the Lions College hadn't been happy for too long. Compared to Hermione's semi-finished product, Malfoy completely completed the match to needle change.

　　Hermione, who was still holding her head back, immediately hung her head down and glanced at Malfoy. Compare the gap between the two.

　　 "I want you to be proud." Pansy secretly provoked a grimace.

　　 "Don't mind, he must have practiced many times at home, but it is normal" Harry comforted behind Hermione. Ron blushed and said nothing, as if thinking of his family.

　　 "Who haven't I lost to learning yet." Hermione raised her head suddenly, and an amazing fighting spirit broke out in her eyes.

　　 "It seems that I'm busy with business." Harry shook his head.

　　 As for Malfoy, as if he had accomplished a trivial matter, the wand waved and the needle returned to its original state. As they said, Malfoy did practice similar spells, but this is also a part of his strength, which cannot be denied.

　　 Of course, even with practice, Malfoy can only be perfected in at most three times.

　　 "As long as the plug-in is good, there is no magic spell" Malfoy laughed at himself, but now his pure memory has become useless. Creativity is what he needs to pursue.

　　 There are two good students. One is good in the conventional sense. It turns out that Hermione in the world line should be able to complete the tasks assigned to them by the teacher almost perfectly, but that's all. The other is not only the ability of the former, but also the unparalleled creativity. Looking at the spells and notes created by Snape, you can know that it is not enough to be smart.

　　 "But this kind of thing can not be forced, can only be a good student of conventional significance." Malfoy thought.

　　 The most anticipated nature of students is the Black Magic Defense Class, but everyone except Malfoy is disappointed. Because the smell of garlic in Professor Chilo is too heavy, and it seems that there is no magic in the class. Everyone is a little distracted. Malfoy listened to his lecture with some interest.

　　 "Poor fellow." Malfoy shook his head.

　　 "How do you think this guy's class is boring, right?" Pansy in the back suddenly poked Malfoy's back with a pen.

　　 "Okay." Malfoy perfunctory.

　　 "Talking about resisting vampires is not as good as going up and telling you what "Twilight"" Pansy looked at him expectantly.

　　 "Please don't make a joke, I don't know who said the garbage plot after listening to it halfway." Malfoy turned sideways and whispered.

　　 "Disgusting disgusting pile of little lions." Pansy gave a signature smirk.

　　 "I think I will continue to listen to how to solve vampires with garlic."

　　 "Boring!"

　　The days are very plain, as Malfoy sees it. Although other students are often troubled by the large amount of work done by professors, he is an exception, and his good performance has saved Malfoy from almost most of the work.

　　 "How can I see the so-called banned books." Malfoy froze in front of a row of bookshelves.

　　 For a school bully, bubble library is the real normal. As for the two followers, Malfoy was already happy to let them "spontaneously die", and it was harder for them to come to the library than to kill them.

　　 As for the books that are open to the outside world in these libraries, Malfoy is in short supply.

　　 "Just be a pastime." Malfoy pulled out a book "The Rise and Fall of Black Magic" from the bookshelf and looked at it.

　　 "Horrible magic talent, naive political thought." This is Malfoy's conclusion.

　　 does not know how to use his personality charm for domination. He relies too much on his own strength. Except for a small number of die-hard devotees who worship him crazy, most of them rule with fear. Cooperation with some families is only based on interest relations. Cause the forces to fall apart. Once one's own power disappears, it's no surprise that the trees are falling apart.

"The miserable childhood led to paranoia, which is not pure blood, but pursues the concept of pure blood to rule everything. Huh? Not right." Malfoy seemed to think of something. "Maybe this is only a compromise with those families. This is true. The exchange of interests may also be." Malfoy thought about Voldemort's gains and losses in his activities.

　　 "It's a pity." Malfoy thought: "If I'm going roundabout. The gang of people at the Ministry of Magic is really muddled. I really want to engage in politics, relying on my own bewitching skills to become the higher minister, and then slowly nibble the Muggle world."

　　 But now the Dark Lord seems to have begun to make full use of his bewitching ability.

　　 "Should I debunk Chilo to Dumbledore?" Malfoy fell into thought. "By the way, he discovered that Chilo was wrong early in the morning, so let Snape get a headache."

　　 "This classmate, could you please let me pass?" Malfoy suddenly heard a sound from behind him interrupting his thinking, somewhat familiar.

　　 "Oh, okay." Malfoy used to rely on bookshelves to read, which is one of the habits left over from his previous life. But now it is clearly blocking the way of others.

　　 "Thank you." The voice continued.

　　 After a few seconds.

　　 "It's you!" is another whisper.

　　 has given way to Malfoy is ready to change the next book, but with this whisper, he still looked up, the first thing that caught his eyes was a thick, unkempt brown hair. It turned out to be Hermione holding a stack of books. But it is also normal. Who apart from her will go to the library a few days before the start of school?

　　 "It turned out to be Griffin's little lion, okay, my pure blood that likes to ravage Muggles and Muggle wizards is better to hide away." Malfoy said sarcastically, and turned to leave.

　　 "Wait!" Hermione's voice was louder, and there was some urgency. His face was murky and he seemed to be making up his mind.

　　 "Miss Granger, I want to remind you that this is the library, please keep quiet."

　　 "Sorry." Hermione suddenly hugged her stack of books.

　　 "This sentence should be said to the person you disturb."

　　 "I mean the last time."

　　 "Huh?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows.

"I'm really sorry for what happened in the car last time. Both me and them have a prejudice against you. After entering the college, I thought for a long time. I want to have only evil wizards, and no evil colleges and bloodlines. Here I I ask for your forgiveness. Next time I will call two of them to apologize together." As if she had been prepared for a long time, Hermione said a series of apologies.

　　 "Should I say that, praise Griffin's courage to admit wrongness? Then I will forgive you? Like a fairy tale?"

Hermione's face became pale, and apparently she also had great courage to apologize this time. But she did not expect the result of being rejected.

　　 "Just kidding, I'm not so stingy, I accepted, but you don't have to work hard, and I don't need both of them to apologize." Malfoy said.

　　Hermione took a breath, and the sentence just made her obviously uncomfortable.

　　 "Cunning Slytherin is always right." Hermione muttered.

"thank you."

　　 "Don't be too proud, I will surpass you sooner or later." Apparently Hermione was still thinking about the last metamorphosis class.

　　 "That's really exciting." Malfoy smiled.

　　 "Humph." After gaining forgiveness, Hermione lost her psychological burden and returned to her usual arrogant look, striding away.

　　 On Friday, Pan Xi bowed his head in front of the dinner table, obviously he was a bit mentally ill.

"The potion class is about to take place. What I hate most are the strange potions with bubbles. Do you know how our teachers are? I heard it was still the dean of our college." Asked Fu's arm.

　　 "Don't I mark the key points you might ask in the first lesson?" Malfoy asked.

　　 "Unable to remember, do you think you have such a good memory like your nerd?" Pansy threw out her tongue.

　　 "I don't think you have read at all." Malfoy showed no mercy through the truth.

　　 "But you don't have to worry, our savior will feel better in the first lesson." Malfoy added later.

　　 "That's really great." Pan Xiwei feared the world wouldn't be chaotic.

　　 Soon it was the time of the potion class. The potion class was a class in the underground classroom. It is colder than the main castle building above. Glass jars are placed along the wall, and the animal specimens soaked in it are even more trembling.

　　 "It's disgusting." Pansy covered her nose, as if the smell of the potion could see through the vessel.

　　 is responsible for teaching the course is Severus Snape, a thin man, with black indifferent eyes behind the endless hollows, reminding people of two dark tunnels. He also has a huge eagle nose and straight black hair on his shoulders.

　　Snape picked up the roster and stopped when he clicked Harry's name.

　　 "Oh yes," he whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our newcomer-the famous character."

　　 "You are here to learn the precise science and strict craftsmanship of this potion." He said, his voice was almost higher than the whisper, but everyone could hear every word he said. Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape also has a deterrent power to make the classroom orderly and effortless.

"Because there is no silly waving wand here, many of you won't believe it's magic. I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of the simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrant fragrance, You don't really understand the fluid that flows into people's blood vessels, the magical powers of heart-pounding, vague will I can teach you how to increase prestige, brew glory, and even prevent death-but there must be one, that is you are not my regular It's just the kind of stupid idiot you encounter."

　　After he finished his short opening speech, the whole class was silent.

　　 "I don't know which science institute is the lunatic who just listened to these words." Snape's words reminded Malfoy of some Frankenstein he knew in his last life.

　　 "It's hard to hear." Pan Xi whispered bitterly.

　　 Harry and Ron glanced at each other and raised their eyebrows. Hermione almost moved to the chair and leaned forward, seemingly eager to prove herself, and looked at Malfoy by the way.

　　 "Potter!" Snape said suddenly, "What will I get if I add daffodil root powder to the mugwort infusion?"

　　What solution of grass root powder was put in? Harry glanced at Ron, and Ron was stunned like him; Hermione's arm was raised high into the air.

　　 "I don't know, sir." Harry said.

　　Snape pouted contemptuously.

　　 "Huh, Huh-it seems that fame does not mean everything."

　　Snape deliberately ignored Hermione's raised arms.

"Let's try again. Potter, if I want you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you go looking for it?" Hermione tried to raise her hands high without leaving his seat, but Harry did I don't know what bezoar is.

　　Harry forced himself to stare straightly at his indifferent eyes. At Dursley's, he did turn over all the books, but this does not mean that he could memorize them all.

　　. "Potter, what's the difference between a boat-shaped aconite and aureus aconite?" At this moment, Hermione stood up, her hand straight toward the ceiling of the underground classroom. "I don't know." Harry replied that way.

　　 "This is our savior." Snape said sarcastically.

　　 "Draco, you come to answer my question." Snape then threw the question to Malfoy.

　　 "Uh, this script is wrong." Malfoy thought. Still standing up, these questions are not difficult for him.

"Daffodil root powder and wormwood can be combined to make a powerful sleeping pill, which is a serving of life and death water. Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow. It has a strong detoxification effect. As for the aconite and Stellera chamaejasme is the same plant, also known as aconit." Malfoy searched his head for a moment before he answered. .

　　 Snape's gloomy face showed a satisfied smile: "Perfect answer, add 10 to Slytherin."

　　 "Maybe it's just a good collusion." Ron muttered softly. "Hermione's hand is clearly raised so high."

　　 "Going against the teacher, Gryffindor deducted a point." Snape said to Ron. Unfortunately, it seems that Snape's hearing is good.

　　Ron immediately stopped talking.

　　 "And you, Potter. I hope you will be more serious after going down, so that you can afford your reputation." Snape said in an exaggerated tone.

　　 "Okay, sir." Harry resisted his impatience because he knew that if he retorted, Griffindo might be deducted again.

　　However, Harry did not do what he wanted, and today Griffindo is destined to suffer heavy losses.

As the potion class progressed,Snape divided them into groups of two and instructed them to mix and prepare a simple potion to treat scabies. Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom, watching them call them dry nettles, smashing the snake's fangs, and almost all the students were criticized. Only standing in front of Malfoy's crucible would Snape smile a satisfied smile.

　　 "It smells a bit wrong." Malfoy sniffed. Look at your feet. I saw the green smoke rising and hissing.

　　 "Clear water is like a spring!" Malfoy immediately cast a spell. Try to clean up the spilled potion.

　　 "Idiot!" Snape growled. Of course not to Malfoy, but to Neville.

　　Navi's crucible was overturned, and the potion almost spread to the floor of the classroom, but Malfoy found out in time to avoid this.

　　 "Good job, Slytheringa scored five points." Snape turned to Malfoy. Then put on a scary expression. "I'll solve this matter first. Take him to the hospital above." Snape snapped to Seamus. Turning to embarrassing Harry again: "Potter, why don't you tell him not to include the porcupine thorn? Do you think he's wrong when he shows you? Gryffindor lost a point because of you. "

　　 This is too unfair. Harry was about to speak up and Ron kicked him behind the pot.

　　 "Harry, bear with me, don't give him another chance." Ron whispered.

　　 Harry could only swallow the words.

　　After a storm, the potion class was finally over. The scores of Slytherin and Gryffindor also changed.