Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy felt a little nervous, he was going to class.

Even in Professor McGonagall's class, he often performed with ease, but today's class was not as easy as he expected.

Sybill Trelawney, Malfoy's divination teacher today, a crazy witch, wearing glasses that magnify her eyes many times, a lot of beads and necklaces around her neck, and a pair of arms and hands. Full of bracelet bracelets.

Most people think that her predictions are unreasonable and almost missed. It's also true, like some damning prophecies she made when she gave Gryffindor lessons, what flu would come and cause a temporary suspension and her own silence. But in fact, her prediction was extremely accurate. The sentence Thirteen people eat together, the first person to stand up after a meal will be the first to die. Cursed Dumbledore to death, cursed Sirius to death, cursed to death For Lupin, it is not an exaggeration to call it the most powerful weapon of causality. Other big event predictions did not fail either.

She was the great-great-granddaughter of the Greek priestess Cassandra Trelawney, who had an equally ill-fated fate, with predictions that were never believed.

Maybe the people who are favored by God will have unspeakable pain. It seems that the monk Jigong in the east is also like this. He is very talented, and the price he pays is to spend the rest of his life in madness.

Malfoy can only hope that she is in a state of confusion all the time, don't wake up after seeing herself, and then say a few crows, it will not be fun.

Leaning on the railing of the stairs on the first floor, Malfoy waited for Pansy. She took a morning's leave today and woke up at noon. Malfoy went to the ward to visit her, and was completely relieved when she found her ruddy complexion. , so they made an appointment to take a divination class together in the afternoon.

It seems that the nerves of boys are indeed relatively large. Our savior will only be able to attend the party after a little delay. Malfoy began to think about it, thinking about the differences in thinking between men and women and the acceptance of fear. ability.

Have you waited for a long time? Pansy walked over briskly and pulled Malfoy back to reality from her thoughts, which was beyond Malfoy's expectations, because she would never have asked this sentence.

Of course not, I just arrived, he said, glancing at the clock. For the first time, I think we still need to go early. It is said that this road is not easy to walk.

Pansy nodded, and her attitude became correct. Not only did she not want to be a drag-and-dropper, but she also wanted to be able to help the people she likes as much as she could. The first step should be to have a correct attitude towards schoolwork.

They walked all the way up the stairs until they reached the eighth floor, an unfamiliar platform with nothing but a large painting on the stone wall of a grassland.

Malfoy seemed to be familiar with the road, and took Pansy to a narrow spiral staircase without taking any detours. Upstairs should be the classroom for their divination class. It was very quiet, and it seemed that there was still some time before class.

The two of them climbed the last few steps to a small platform, but there was no door.

Draco, look, Pansy said, tugging at Malfoy's sleeve, pointing the other hand toward the ceiling, where there was a circular trapdoor with a bronze plaque that read Sybill Trelawney, the divination teacher. While Pansy was still thinking about how to get in, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was placed in front of the two of them. Pansy took a step back.

Was taken aback by the little one.

But Malfoy was mentally prepared, Let's go. He turned to Pansy and said, Just follow me if you're a little scared.

Strange to say, the ladder automatically retracted after the two of them used up, waiting for the next wave of students to arrive.

Pan Xi looked around and felt that this place was not a classroom at all, at most a mixture of a loft and an old-fashioned teahouse. There are at least twenty small round tables crammed into this classroom. Around each table are calico armchairs and bulging little cushions. Everything was illuminated by a dim scarlet light; the curtains were drawn, and the many lamps had scarlet shades. It was depressingly warm in the classroom, the fireplace was stuffed full, and a large copper pot was burning on the fire, so the flames gave off a dull, greasy smell, which made her sleepy enough to fight again. Yawning, Ben's quiet voice was particularly noticeable in the quiet room. Malfoy glanced at her and said, Take a rest when you're tired. Her class isn't anything to listen to.

Pansy's face was dyed a reddish red from this yawn of her own.

Afterwards, Pansy and Malfoy both found a seat in the back and looked around. There were only a few people in the classroom. The other students should still be on the way, and the professor did not appear.

After a while, the other students poured in through the trapdoor below, sweating profusely. In terms of time, they should all be late. Malfoy looked around and found no acquaintances. I don't know if his two attendants didn't take this course or just got completely lost in a certain path in Hogwarts Castle.

A voice suddenly came from the shadows, a soft, vague voice.

Welcome, the voice said. It's good to finally see you in the visible world.

It was Professor Trelawney's voice, and she came out of the shadows, making the Slytherin students dizzy with the contrast between the darker surroundings and her bright light.

After that, it was a common topic. She first emphasized the importance of talent for divination classes, and then ordered a few unfortunate people to make predictions. Even in her insane state, the predictions she made were often fulfilled. As for Occasionally, when he is awake, it is a hundred hits.

You, there will be a blood disaster tomorrow. I think this bracelet can help you escape. You can return it to me in the next class. She generously lent one of her bracelets to a student.

The student accepted it with some entanglement. His expression was somewhat disgusting and fearful. For a boy, this bracelet was still too feminine, but in the end, fear prevailed.

As for other things like You're going to have a bad luck next week and you need to wear a blue hijab. and You're going to inevitably offend someone you like, there's just too much. It's all pointless and unfounded.

These words, like prophecy and psychological suggestion, reminded him of a movie he had seen in his previous life - The Matrix.

The Prophet said to Neo, Don't worry about that vase. As soon as Neo turned around, he broke the vase.

These words of the female professor are in a sense similar to those of the prophets.

The perfect shape of tea leaves, boy, you'll be lucky, but you need to stay away from the one closest to you right now, or there may be danger, um, maybe. Professor Trelawney passed by Pansy's little boy Beside the round stool, she glanced at her tea leaves and gave her first approval of the day. The female professor's somewhat blurred eyes gradually became focused, as if she had seen some cherished treasure. It seemed that the female student was very fond of her. .

Your aura is very strong, dear, you are very suitable for a course like divination. Trelawney said kindly, her eyes widened under her glasses, and a faint smile hung on the corners of her mouth, so that She is even more elusive.

Pansy didn't show the complacency and joy she expected to be praised. Instead, her pretty face was covered with a dark cloud, and her slender eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. In the past, maybe she would still be complacent for such praise, but not long ago. The nightmares she had had before made her unhappy, and Pansy gave Malfoy a worried look.

When I say I have a halo, doesn't that mean that my predictions may be accurate, what about Draco? Pansy couldn't help thinking of the dream, and she couldn't help shivering again, tiny sweat dripping from her forehead. Time gradually emerged, and the palms gradually became cold.

Suddenly, a warm hand grabbed her arm, calming her down.

Remember the dementors again? Malfoy asked with concern when he saw Pansy's appearance, which looked like the dementors on the train at that time, and at the same time reached out to hold her cold palm. .

Oh, boy, you're going to make a big mess. Professor Trelawney turned to look into Malfoy's teacup, and could not help but speak directly to consolation: Honey, you have to be careful, your head is shrouded in A layer of darkness that made it difficult for me to see, but I knew it wouldn't be a sign of luck.

Well, that's not right. Professor Trelawney looked at him carefully, her hazy eyes gradually clearing up, It's dark. She said seriously, completely different from the tone just now.

It's hard to describe. Professor Trelawney held her forehead in pain, as if she had encountered a huge problem. Malfoy could clearly see the change in her personality, but even in a sober state She still couldn't see through his own future.

This should be a good thing, Malfoy thought, really afraid that something like a bloody disaster or life-threatening words would come out of her mouth. On the contrary, it's more accurate to make a big mess, and soon he will make a big news out.

Huh? Will I be in a daze? Sorry. The crazy personality seemed to have returned to her. She straightened the crooked ornaments on her head and continued to walk to the seats of the other students in a trance. , as if he had forgotten the prophecy he had just made.

It's dark, there's no way to predict, isn't that what I need? The existing trajectory to change the original fate was exactly his current wish, and neither the Death Eaters nor the Dark Lord were attractive to him.

Draco, are you all right? Pansy asked Malfoy in a daze, and she waved her small hand in front of him, but she knew that his character would not be given to him by these prophecies. Frightened, she didn't know what he was thinking.

It's nothing, I'm thinking about how to make a big mess. Malfoy made a joke seemingly casually, and then continued: It seems that you have a good talent for divination, how about it, are you interested in becoming a fortuneteller?

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Pansy shaking his head with disgust on his face, and refused: I understand why Muggles hate wizards. They always retaliate against things they don't understand, and so do I. This is part of the The reason, but the deeper reason Pansy is reluctant to say more. If she can really see the future, but is unable to change it, wouldn't it be more uncomfortable?

She didn't want to be a fortune-teller like the female professor in front of her.

However, Malfoy was amazed by her remarks. He only knew that the little girl who was having fun had a different opinion, which was beyond his expectations.

Then I won't use it for the next class. Choose something more interesting, such as Ancient Rune? This class is very good for a deep understanding of magic. Malfoy offered his suggestion, but he quickly felt that he A little bit of self-indulgent, Malfoy didn't think she would be interested in that.

Okay. Pansy nodded happily, much to Malfoy's surprise.

Don't you like this kind of course? Malfoy asked curiously.

People change. Pansy said quietly, staring at the tea slag on the table.