Malfoy was helpless. Yes, very helpless.
Because after the initial novelty, he had lost interest in most of the classes.
Would a high school student listen to a primary school class with great interest? Unless he was a bad student.
Malfoy was obviously not a bad student now. The only thing that interested him now was Professor Mag's transfiguration class. This class was known for its high difficulty, complexity, and perhaps even danger.
Besides, Malfoy was very curious about what had happened to this world line. Slythrin and Gryffindor's classes were mostly the same now.
Is this the butterfly effect? Malfoy thought.
"Hey, is Professor Mag late? I didn't expect a serious old woman like her to be late," Pansy asked as she tugged at Malfoy's sleeve secretly.
"Stop talking. Do you see that cat on the table?" Malfoy quickly shut Pansy up.
With a "ding" sound, the class bell rang. The cat on the table leaped down and transformed in mid-air. When it landed, it had already turned back into the serious-looking Professor Mag.
"Transfiguration is the most complicated and dangerous spell in your Hogwarts classes," Professor Mag said. "If anyone dares to be naughty in my class, I will ask them to leave and never let them in again. I have warned you. "After saying that, she looked at Pansy.
"Oh no, she heard us." Pansy lowered her head and tried to hide behind Malfoy.
"Don't worry, she is not so petty," Malfoy comforted.
Soon, the lesson began. With a spell, Professor Mag turned the table in front of her into a pig, and then back again.
All the students present gasped, and Malfoy was no exception. As someone who had been deeply influenced by materialism, this scene was very magical no matter how many times he saw it.
After jotting down a lot of difficult notes, Professor Mag began to give everyone a match, and let them try to turn the match into a needle.
"Professor Mag, look, my match is changing," Hermione screamed excitedly. So far, only her match had changed a little.
"Not bad." Professor Mag nodded approvingly and revealed a rare smile. "Five points for Gryffindor!"
Hermione was very happy. She raised her head proudly. Gryffindor's little lions were very happy too. After all, the academy's glory was also his own glory. Some people even looked at the girl who had added points for the academy on the first day with admiration.
"Mr. Draco, if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would have thought that you secretly took out a new needle. Slythrin, ten more points! "Unfortunately, Leo's happiness did not last long. Compared to Hermione's half-finished product, Malfoy had completed the transformation from matchstick to needle.
Hermione, who had been looking up, immediately lowered her head and stole a few glances at Malfoy. He compared the difference between the two of them.
"Who told you to be so smug?" Pan Xi secretly made a funny face and provoked them.
"Don't worry about it. He must have practiced a lot at home. It's normal that he can't beat you," Harry comforted Hermione from behind. Ron's face turned red and he didn't say anything. He seemed to be thinking about his family.
"I've never lost to anyone in terms of learning." Hermione suddenly raised her head, her eyes bursting with fighting spirit.
"Looks like I've been too nosy." Harry shook his head.
As for Malfoy, it was as if he had just done something insignificant. With a wave of his wand, the needle returned to its original state. Just as they had said, Malfoy had indeed practiced a similar spell before. However, this was also a part of one's strength and could not be denied.
Of course, even if it was practice, Malfoy was close to perfection after three tries at most.
"As long as the cheat is good, there's no spell that can't be cast." Malfoy laughed self-deprecatingly. However, to him now, memory alone was useless. Creativity was what he needed to pursue.
There were two types of good students. One was good in the conventional sense. Hermione in the original world should be in this category. They could almost perfectly complete the tasks given to them by their teachers, but that was it. The other type not only had the former's ability, but also had unparalleled creativity. Just looking at the spells and notes that Snape had created, it was clear that just being smart was far from enough.
"But this kind of thing can't be forced. I can only be a good student in the conventional sense." Malfoy thought to himself.
The most anticipated class was naturally the Defense Against Black Magic class. However, other than Malfoy, everyone was disappointed. Professor Quirrell's garlic smell was too strong, and he didn't seem to show any miraculous effects in class. Everyone was a little distracted. Malfoy, on the other hand, was listening to the class excitedly.
"Poor fellow." Malfoy shook his head.
"How is it? You also think that this fellow's class is boring, right?" Pan Xi suddenly poked Malfoy's back with a pen.
"It's alright." Malfoy replied perfunctorily.
"Instead of talking about resisting vampires, why don't you go up and talk about 'Twilight' again?" Pan Xi looked at him expectantly.
"Please don't joke around. I don't know who would say that the plot is rubbish after listening halfway." Malfoy turned around and whispered.
"I'm just disgusting those little lions." Pan Xi revealed his trademark smirk.
"I think I'll just continue listening to how to use garlic to deal with vampires."
"Boring!"
The days were very dull, at least to Malfoy. Although the other students were often troubled by the large amount of homework given by the professors, he was an exception. His good performance allowed Malfoy to exempt himself from most of the homework.
"How do I go to read the so-called forbidden books?" Malfoy spaced out in front of a row of bookshelves.
For a top student, spending time in the library was the real norm. As for the two followers, Malfoy was happy to let them 'fend for themselves'. Letting them follow him to the library was worse than taking their lives.
As for the books in the library that were open to the public, Malfoy was not interested.
"Just treat it as a pastime." Malfoy pulled out a book called 'The Rise and Fall of Black Magic' from the shelf and began to read.
"Terrifying magical talent, childish political thinking." That was Malfoy's conclusion.
He did not know how to use his charisma to rule, and relied too much on his own power. Apart from a few loyal Death Eaters who worshipped him crazily, most ruled with fear. His cooperation with some families was only based on interests. His power was scattered like sand. Once his power disappeared, it was not surprising that the monkeys would scatter when the tree fell.
"A tragic childhood led to paranoia. He is not a pureblood, but he believes that purebloods rule everything. Hmm? That's not right. " Malfoy seemed to have thought of something. "Maybe this is just a compromise with those families. Maybe this is the real exchange of interests." Malfoy thought about Voldemort's gains and losses in his activities.
"What a pity." Malfoy thought. "If it were me, I would be more roundabout. The Ministry of Magic is muddle-headed. If they really wanted to do politics, they would rely on their bewitchment skills to become a minister, then slowly eat away at the muggle world. "
But now, the Dark Devil King seemed to have begun to fully utilize his bewitchment abilities.
"Should I expose Quirrell to Dumbledore?" Malfoy fell into deep thought. "Right, he already noticed that something was wrong with Quirrell. Let Snape deal with it."
"Student, can you let me pass for a moment?" While Malfoy was deep in thought, a familiar voice came from behind him, interrupting his thoughts.
"Oh, okay." Malfoy was used to leaning against the bookshelf to read. This could be considered a habit left over from his previous life. But now, he was blocking the path of someone else.
"Thank you." The voice continued.
A few seconds later.
"It's you!" Another low exclamation.
Malfoy, who had already moved aside, was about to switch to the next book. But with this low exclamation, he still raised his head. The first thing he saw was a head of thick and messy brown hair. It was Hermione, who was hugging a stack of books. But this was normal. Other than her, who else would go to the library a few days before school started?
"So it's Gryffindor's little lion. Alright, as a pureblood who likes to trample on muggles and muggle wizards, it's better for me to stay away." Malfoy mocked and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Hermione's voice was louder and more urgent. Her expression was uncertain, as if she was making a decision.
"Miss Granger, I want to remind you that this is the library. Please keep quiet."
"I'm sorry." Hermione hugged her stack of books and suddenly bowed.
"This sentence should be said to the person you're disturbing."
"I'm talking about what happened last time."
"Hmm?" Malfoy's eyebrows raised.
"I'm very sorry for what happened on the bus last time. Both I and the others were prejudiced against you. After entering the academy, I thought for a long time. I think there are only evil wizards, and not evil academies and bloodlines. Here, I ask for your forgiveness. Next time, I'll call the other two to apologize together. "As if she was prepared, Hermione said a series of apologies.
"Should I say that? Should I say that Gryffindor has the courage to admit his mistake? And then I forgive you? Like a fairy tale? "
Hermione's face turned deathly pale. It was obvious that she had used a lot of courage to apologize this time. But she didn't expect to be rejected.
"It's just a joke. I'm not that petty. I accept. But you don't have to trouble yourself. I don't need their apologies." Malfoy said.
Hermione let out a long breath. The sentence just now had clearly made her very uncomfortable.
"The crafty Slythrin is always right," Hermione mumbled.
"Thank you for the compliment."
"Don't be too proud. I'll surpass you sooner or later." It was obvious that Hermione was still brooding over the transformation class.
"That's something to look forward to." Malfoy laughed.
"Hmph." After receiving forgiveness, Hermione no longer had any psychological burden. She returned to her usual arrogant expression and strode away.
On Friday, Pansy's head drooped at the dining table. He was clearly not in good spirits.
"It's time for Potions class. I hate those weird bubbling potions the most. Do you know what our teacher is like? I heard he's the dean of our academy. "Pansy nudged Malfoy's arm and asked.
"Didn't I give you a list of the questions you might ask in the first class?" Malfoy asked.
"I can't remember. Do you think everyone has such a good memory like you, a bookworm?" Pansy stuck out his tongue.
"I don't think you're reading at all." Malfoy mercilessly exposed the truth.
"But you don't have to worry. Our Savior will have a good time in the first class," Malfoy added.
"That's great." Pansy wanted to see the world in chaos.
Soon, it was time for Potions class. The class was held in an underground classroom. It was much colder here than the castle's main building. Glass jars were placed along the wall, and the animal specimens soaked in them made people shiver.
"Disgusting." Pansy covered his nose, as if the smell of the potions could seep through the jars.
The person in charge of teaching the class was Severus Snape. He was a thin man. Behind his cold black eyes were endless hollows, making people think of two pitch-black tunnels. He also had a huge aquiline nose and straight shoulder-length black hair.
Snape picked up the roster and always stopped when he called Harry's name.
"Oh, yes," he whispered. "Harry Potter, this is our new — famous person."
"You're all here to learn the precise science and strict process of making this potion," he said. He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, but everyone heard every word. Just like Professor Mag, Professor Snape also had the deterrent power to keep the classroom in order without any effort.
"Because there's no foolishly waving a magic wand here, many of you won't believe that this is magic. I don't expect you to really understand the beauty of the white smoke coming out of the pot that's simmering over a slow fire. You won't really understand the mysterious power of the liquid that flows into people's veins, the magic that makes people lose their minds. I can teach you how to increase your reputation, create glory, and even stop death — but there has to be one condition, and that is that you're not the kind of stupid idiots that I often meet. "
After he finished his short opening speech, the whole class was silent.
"Just listening to this, I wonder which research institute this lunatic came from." Snape's words reminded Malfoy of some of the Frankenstein freaks he knew in his previous life.
"It sounds very difficult," Pansy whispered bitterly.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and raised their eyebrows. Hermione moved almost to the edge of the chair and leaned forward, as if eager to prove herself. She also glanced at Malfoy.
"Potter!" Snape suddenly said. "If I add daffodil root powder to the mugwort infusion, what will I get?"
What daffodil root powder into what infusion? Harry glanced at Ron, who was as stunned as he was. Hermione's arm was raised high in the air.
"I don't know, Sir," Harry said.
Snape curled his lip in disdain.
"Tsk, tsk — looks like fame isn't everything."
Snape deliberately ignored Hermione's raised arm.
"Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it? " Hermione tried to raise her hand as high as she could without leaving her seat, but Harry had no idea what a bezoar was.
Harry forced himself to look straight into the man's cold eyes. He had indeed flipped through all the books at the Dursleys', but that didn't mean he could memorize them all.
. "Potter, then tell me, what's the difference between Aconitum boatum and Aconitum wolfsbane?" At this moment, Hermione stood up, her hand reaching towards the ceiling of the underground classroom. "I don't know," Harry replied.
"So this is our savior," Snape mocked.
"Draco, you answer my question." Snape then threw the question to Malfoy.
"Uh, this script isn't right," Malfoy thought. He still stood up, these questions posed no difficulty to him.
"Daffodil root powder and mugwort can be combined to make a very powerful sleeping potion, which is like the Potion of Life and Death. Bezoar is a type of stone taken from the stomach of a cow, which has a strong detoxifying effect. As for Aconitum boatum and Aconitum wolfsbane, they are the same type of plant, and are collectively known as Aconitum. "Malfoy briefly searched his mind and completed his answer.
A satisfied smile appeared on Snape's gloomy face. "Perfect answer, I give Slythrin 10 points."
"Maybe they were in cahoots," Ron mumbled softly. "Hermione's hand was raised so high."
"Gryffindor deducts one point for talking back to your teacher," Snape said to Ron. Unfortunately, it seemed that Snape's hearing was very good.
Ron immediately stopped talking.
"And you, Potter. I hope you can be more serious when you go down, only then can you live up to your reputation, "Snape said in an exaggerated tone.
"Yes, Sir." Harry suppressed his impatience, because he knew that if he refuted, Gryffindor would probably lose points again.
But Harry didn't get what he wanted, and Gryffindor was destined to suffer heavy losses today.
As the Potions class progressed, Snape divided them into two groups and guided them to mix a simple potion to treat scabies. Snape dragged his very long black cloak around the classroom, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush the fangs of snakes. Almost all of the students were criticized. Only when he stood in front of Malfoy's crucible did Snape reveal a satisfied smile.
"This smell is a little off." Malfoy sniffed. He looked at his feet. He saw thick green smoke rising, hissing.
"Clear water like spring!" Malfoy immediately cast a spell. He tried his best to clean up the spilled potion.
"Idiot!" Snape snarled. Of course, not to Malfoy, but to Neville.
Neville's crucible was overturned, and the potion in the pot almost spread to the entire classroom floor, but Malfoy discovered it in time to prevent this from happening.
"Well done, Slythrin gets five points," Snape turned and said to Malfoy. Then, he put on a scary expression. "Let me settle this matter first. Quickly send him to the hospital above, "Snape said sternly to Simo. Then, he started to make things difficult for Harry. "Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add the porcupine quills? Do you think you're better than him because he made a mistake? Gryffindor lost another point because of you. "
This was too unfair. Harry was about to defend himself, but Ron kicked him from
behind the pot.
"Harry, bear with it, don't give him another chance," Ron said softly.
Harry could only swallow his words.
After the incident, the Potions class finally ended. What changed were Slythrin and Gryffindor's points.