Although the process was a bit bumpy, Malfoy finally reintegrated into the campus life, as if nothing had happened.
It's just that occasionally when lying on the bed in the dormitory, looking at the ceiling, he still sighs with emotion for a life that is so stable that he is not used to it.
For him, it was a rare stable day in the past few months.
Whether it was Survival in the Wilderness before or Dances with Wolves later, he could not have enough quality sleep, and he needed to maintain a high degree of vigilance at all times.
But it's much better now, Hogwarts can be said to be the safest place, he spent the best period of sleep quality, and also the most leisurely period of time.
After the extreme busyness, the rhythm was suddenly interrupted, which also made him feel a little at a loss.
When was the last time you went to and from class step by step
Malfoy's memory was actually a little fuzzy.
Since the Goblet of Fire started, he hasn't had a good class.
The weekend came and he was in the library, directing Pencey's revision.
Speaking of guidance, she just manipulated an extra quill to float in front of her.
If Pansy had any questions, she tapped, the quill bent down, and began to write on the parchment.
"Regarding salamander blood, it can be used to make strengthening potions, but it should be noted that the color is similar to pomegranate juice, so it must be carefully differentiated. Salamander blood has an obvious pungent smell."
It seems that Pansy is currently reviewing Potions.
As for Malfoy himself, he was leaning against a row of bookshelves, manipulating a gun and drawing something on a piece of parchment.
If anyone could get around behind him, he would know that he had a map in front of him.
Except for the small black dots that symbolize the names of people, the level of detail is the same as that of the Marauder's Map
Many locations are circled.
An invisible trajectory, following a certain outline, surrounded the entire Hogwarts.
A large area of the Forbidden Forest is blacked out, and there are scattered, hand-added ink dots scattered around it.
Just as he continued to draw on it, the entire parchment turned into a book that could be turned.
He pretended to turn over a page, which read - how to maintain a broom.
"I want you to teach me yourself." Because at this time, Pan Xi sneaked up behind him without anyone noticing, and looked at him eagerly.
From time to time, he peeked at the book he was reading, and after seeing the title, he became quite disappointed.
"I'm teaching you personally, I control that pen."
"But you don't even look at me."
"Okay." Malfoy replied with a sigh.
The plan I made in my mind just now is almost finished, not too far behind, just need to go into details.
A plan is a plan, not easy to execute.
Thinking of the huge workload in the future, I feel a little depressed.
If he hadn't been arranged by Voldemort to go back to school, he wouldn't want to touch these jobs.
"After learning, if you want to go to Honey Dukes with me," he said suddenly, glancing at Pansy.
"Really?" Enthusiasm was instantly ignited.
To Honeydukes
"A date?" Pansy wondered.
For "dating", her boring tutoring routine began.
Although it was learned knowledge, Malfoy didn't think tutoring Pansy was a waste of time.
Whether it is from the perspective of the relationship between the two, or from the perspective of knowledge, it does not count, needless to say the former.
The same is true for the latter. The difference between passive acceptance and active output can be refined again in the process of teaching.
In order to teach clearly, you must have a deep understanding of the concept, and it makes sense to review the old and learn the new.
The level according to the script will only mislead the children. .
"Whether it's for the exam or for myself..." Malfoy said tirelessly.
"Okay, I know." Pan Xi tilted her head and said perfunctorily while holding the pen holder. .
Just when the girl was struggling for the exam.
Another girl also seeks the teacher's help for some pursuit.
"Professor McGonagall?" Hermione knocked lightly on the door of the office, feeling a little nervous.
"Come in, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall was wearing her old-fashioned glasses, sitting on the carved chair in front of the desk, watching "Transfiguration Today", looked up at the gap in the door, and put waved.
A row of quill pens floating in mid-air is correcting the parchment on the desk.
I have to say it is very convenient.
"You did well in the exam this time." Professor McGonagall closed the magazine in his hand and commented while looking at the students in front of him.
"However, your two friends still need you to help them more, especially Ron. I suspect that he didn't listen to the class at all. You need to supervise them more."
"Especially Ron, he did not set an example without a prefect at all."
"Okay, I will." Hermione was a little absent-minded.
"Are you hungry? Eat two biscuits." Professor McGonagall was still very kind after class, especially her favorite student.
She handed over an iron box with engraved patterns.
"Professor..." Hermione didn't catch the box, and seemed a little hesitant to speak. She didn't come here to eat.
Professor McGonagall looked serious. "Hawking and hawing is not like my students, nor like Gryffindor, "
"I want to learn from Animagus." Hermione took a deep breath, and quickly revealed her purpose. .
"Most Animagus have no combat power, and will waste a lot of time, especially now...you still have to prepare for the exam." Professor McGonagall first raised his eyebrows, and then said patiently.
"Can you tell me why?"
McGonagall looked at Hermione, and the girl pursed her lips without saying a word.
"Forget it, I believe you won't do anything against the school rules. If Potter and Weasley come to me, I really have to think about it."
"Remember to keep it secret, I won't report it." Mag sighed.
Obviously, the Ministry of Magic will not allow uncontrolled ones recently. Even if they report it, they still have to fill in a lot of forms, and the application may not always be approved.
Especially now.
From the student's expression, she knew that Hermione would obviously not be happy, and if she reported it, she would not study.
Everyone has their own secrets, and she thinks Hermione should be measured.
She has no objection to students learning more, especially in the current extraordinary situation.
Although it has no combat power, it has high concealment.
Most likely not long after. There is one more Animagus on record.
"Thank you, Professor." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, she was afraid that Professor McGonagall would reject her.
"but... "
"Animagus learning is a very long process..."
"I'll only be back for two days during my summer vacation," Hermione said hastily.
"I have travel plans for the summer vacation, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall said suddenly and seriously,
"Then..." Hermione didn't realize it was a joke for a while, she was a little at a loss, and immediately thought about her lessons.
"Just kidding." The serious expression softened, and a dead wood-like palm stretched over, brushing Hermione's messy brown hair aside.
The old lady made a joke.
Now that this is the case, why is she still in the mood to travel? She lost her husband in her early years, and now she is single again. Most of the summer vacations are spent in school, not to mention the tense moments now.
"That's good, you can prepare for the exam with peace of mind."
"I would like to see you get 12 excellent, and you won't be able to learn if you lose one." Professor McGonagall put on the face of a strict teacher.
"Okay..." Hermione said hesitantly.
It seems that I am not very humble to agree, and it is indeed a bit difficult.
"Hope is a small animal." Hermione secretly hoped for a moment.