"Draco?" Pansy quietly walked to the podium after all the students left the classroom.
"When there are people nearby, please call me Professor Malfoy." Malfoy said blankly.
"Yes, Professor Malfoy." She immediately tensed her calves nervously, stood up straight, and unconsciously corrected her tone.
"Forget it, just kidding, isn't there no one now?" Malfoy showed a rare smile on his face, shook his head, and sorted out the documents in front of him.
It seems that teasing girls is a pleasant thing.
Panxi's face turned red, her mouth puffed out, and she wanted to say something out of embarrassment, but the words lingered on her lips, and finally swallowed them again, just staring at him with slightly "hateful" eyes
"How was it, how did you feel about the first class?" He asked casually.
"So-so." Pan Xi muttered vindictively. She really didn't listen to the class very much, and her attention was all on herself.
"Then I'm really hurt." Malfoy said meaninglessly.
"No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you're injured." The girl then showed a sad expression again. "Then why don't you go?" she asked afterward.
"My next class is fifth grade." Malfoy shrugged helplessly.
"I forgot, you are a teacher now." Pan Xi rubbed his forehead as if waking up from a dream.
"It's you who has to leave, and if you're late, you might be late." Malfoy reminded him kindly.
"Then I'll visit your office later." Pansy said reluctantly.
It was only then that Pansy remembered that the next class was Sirius Black's Potions class, which was also a new professor's class.
"You go, my relative is not so easy to talk to."
"Okay, I'll find you in the office later."
Malfoy squinted slightly at the girl.
"Okay, let me ask you a question." Pansy said angrily, and then ran out of the classroom briskly. The moment she stepped out, she secretly glanced back.
Malfoy waved at her, motioning her to hurry up.
Then he turned his gaze back to the desk and began to prepare for the next class.
Classes are busy and non-repetitive, with different classes for fifth grade and sixth grade.
Another group of students flooded into the classroom, and there were also acquaintances in the fifth grade class.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy?"
"No, I should call you Professor Malfoy now?" The girl's characteristic hazy and ethereal voice came from the door of the classroom, slightly teasing.
Luna smiled, stepped over the threshold, walked briskly to Malfoy's side, poked her head out from behind him, tilted her head, and glanced at the lesson plan in front of him.
No matter what angle it looked at, it seemed a bit intimate, but at this moment, the bell for class rang at the right time.
"Okay, don't ask me questions after class, I don't know anything." Luna blinked, her eyelashes flickered a few times, and there was a smile on her fair face, as if she had always been so happy.
"I think I should be fair to every student." Malfoy said politely, but the stiff tone seemed to be loosened by the girl's light tone.
"Good luck with your lessons." Malfoy clapped his hands lightly.
"You too." Luna gently touched the earring hanging on her right ear, then walked down the stage, found an empty seat and sat down, resting her chin on one hand, and looked at it with interest with her gray eyes. With this new teacher.
In fact, aside from one robe, Malfoy had hardly changed at all.
He suddenly coughed a few times on purpose, following the same procedure, after a brief self-introduction and opening remarks.
Malfoy started teaching fifth grade students.
"Time is limited. Next, I want to introduce you to some of the evil creatures that you may face in the future." He said.
"Maybe all of them," Malfoy added inwardly.
After all, during the last vacation, he spent most of his time with those evil creatures.
Future Hogwarts students will inevitably come into contact with Voldemort's men if they want to fight against them.
"I hope everyone here can remember their weaknesses when facing these creatures"
"Infernal corpses are formed from human corpses by means of magical curses. There is almost no wisdom, only the sense of smell for the fresh flesh of living people, and the fear of the flame curse can cause great damage to them."
"A vampire is a traditional evil creature that feeds on blood... It is also a creature full of misunderstandings. They have strong vitality. There is a saying called First Embrace. After some special methods, some Ordinary people become vampires."
Much literature favors vampires over being bitten by werewolves. Romantic, poignant, gorgeous.
Muscle tendons and a hairy face and a self-pitying, pale and weak boy, it is clear at a glance who is more romantic.
But it is also an illusion of literary works. Vampires are not much better than werewolves, and they don't see the sun all day long, so they are not much better than otaku.
"As for werewolves, I believe everyone has understood and contacted them."
"Next, I will simulate some creatures based on your abilities, and then respond appropriately according to the damage you caused to him."
As soon as the words fell, the students' desks began to melt, and the wooden materials turned into pitch-black ooze for a while, slumped into a ball on the ground, and then condensed again.
Several girls screamed and stood up from their seats, almost kicking their chairs over.
A small number of emotions belong to fear, and most of them are feelings of nausea.
There is a stench that belongs only to the corpse, and there is also a sense of coldness.
It has to be said that at least it has surpassed most teachers. Many teachers need actual samples as experimental teaching. Malfoy has been able to rely on Transfiguration to perform almost complete simulations.
At this moment. Ginny subconsciously used her bat spirit spell, and swarms of bats hit the infernal head, especially the eyes, hoping to interfere with his vision
They have almost no perception and perception, which is the privilege of the living alone.
After blocking them for less than a second, the Yin Corpse rushed towards them without realizing it.
Infernal corpses have no eyesight, relying entirely on the difference between the living and the dead, and spontaneously looking for food—from their only remaining instinct.
Thirst for blood, long for fresh flesh, long for all living things, long for the fresh life to be transformed into their companions.
Some flames condensed into matchsticks, tied around the corpse's waist, and some flames scattered into fiery fireballs, blasting towards the corpse in a series. For a while, the classroom was filled with the smell of burnt flesh and blood. "Zi" sounded.
The superb transfiguration technique simulated almost all the characteristics, showing a mastery of skills with great proficiency.