Hogwarts Abnormal Raiders

Troubled by life's ultimate question, Malfoy still didn't come up with his own answer.

He had no choice but to walk to the window, say something random, and then he got a plate of fried chicken.

Looking at the fried chicken in his hand, Malfoy was stunned for a while, then shook his head, walked to the long table and started to eat his lunch.

Picking up a chicken wing and stuffing it into his mouth, he chewed it twice. Malfoy suddenly felt that it was very necessary to introduce the KFC Arch and other related industries in the Muggle world to Hogwarts. If that didn't work, he would still steal the secret recipe. , otherwise the days ahead will be very difficult.

Tell a joke, British food, haha.

While he was eating, a piece of colorful paper suddenly stretched out in front of him. This shocked him and he thought that Miss Rhea had appeared again.

He looked up and saw that it was Blaise.

Something seems wrong.

He swallowed the chicken in his mouth and said with a serious face: "Brace, although I appreciate you very much, there is absolutely no other meaning in it. Take this back now. I can pretend that nothing happened. Let's talk about it in the future." Still good friends.”

Blaise: ""

"Why can't I understand a word of what you are talking about?"

When getting along with Malfoy, Blaise found that he was always confused every day.

Malfoy asked in confusion: "What is in your hand?"

"Look at the class schedule yourself, so you don't have to ask me all the time. You don't want to be late again in the future, right?"

Malfoy: ""

Okay, I thought it was a love letter. I was shocked.

Malfoy murmured under his breath before reaching out to take the course schedule and looking at it carefully.

After a moment, Malfoy frowned.

“That’s not quite right”

Brace asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Malfoy pointed at the course schedule and said strangely:

"When I watched it last night, it was clear that only Potions and one of the three Herbology classes were taken with Gryffindor. Why is there an additional Transfiguration class now?"

Blaise waved his hand carelessly: "Oh, you're talking about this, I've asked about it, and I heard that Professor McGonagall applied for a class change with Dumbledore as soon as he returned at noon. It's just a small adjustment, no big deal. Which college? Aren’t they all the same?”

Malfoy sighed: "When things go wrong, there must be a monster. It seems that Professor McGonagall is determined to suppress us Slytherins. If we had known better, we should have restrained ourselves."

Blaise: "We are here for class, not for fighting. There is no need to be so nervous."

Malfoy shook his head and sighed: "You are still too young. When you take Potions class, you will know what it means to be a role model. But it doesn't matter. When soldiers come, we will cover up the water and the earth. We will respond to the changes by staying the same. she goes."

Blaise's expression was dull and he murmured: "I don't understand what you are talking about anymore. Do we really use the same language?"

Malfoy: "Uh. It's not important... Let me know what history of magic is in Kangkang's afternoon class."

Malfoy had to admit that the location of this classroom was truly amazing.

First of all, it is underground, and there is almost no lighting. Secondly, it is cold and humid, and there is the sound of water dripping from the corners. If you don't wear more clothes, you can catch a cold easily.

Also, why are the candlelights here blue?

From time to time, it jumps twice, just to play with the atmosphere with me.

"woohoo"

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, causing the useless windows to creak.

The candlelight flickered on and off, causing the little wizards in the classroom to curl up in fear and look around nervously.

"Squeak."

The sound of the door shaft turning suddenly sounded.

Several little wizards were excited on the spot.

A white transparent figure floated in slowly without touching the ground. It was also wearing a white robe. Because the beard was too long, it was difficult to see what the face looked like.

Everyone felt that as soon as this ghost came in, the temperature in the classroom even dropped several degrees.

Bold evildoer, I can tell at a glance that you are not the powerful human being, the mighty heavenly dragon, the World Honored One...

Malfoy subconsciously took out his wand, but soon realized something.

"Hello, I am Professor Binns."

The voice of the ghost old man was low and slow, as if coming from all directions, which made people's hair stand on end.

"Now...turn the book...to...Chapter 1"

This weak look really gave Malfoy a headache.

You must have asked us to come to class, not to experience the haunted house project.

Amitabha, why does the donor linger on the world and refuse to leave? Why don't you let me come and take you on a journey...

It's a pity that Malfoy didn't study at Harbin Buddhist College, otherwise he would have been rescued from the fire and water.

He secretly lamented that capitalist exploitation was so cruel that he would not let people go even if they died.

Blaise quietly came over and said: "It is said that Professor Binns took a nap by the fireplace and forgot to bring his body to class the next morning..."

Malfoy chuckled and said that was nonsense.

Listen, the school refused to let a professor retire because he was obviously too old to hold a heavy responsibility. Until one day, the professor suddenly fell ill and died next to the fireplace. After his death, he still had no rest and had to continue to be exploited. .......

As a result, the person in charge of the school turned out to be a professor who loved education and students. Even if he died and became a ghost, he would still shine for the school without asking for anything in return...

This public relations strategy is really high.

Malfoy opened the History of Magic and looked at it. There was no chronology in this history, and the words "Magic smells good" were written crookedly on each page.

He couldn't read it at all. He read half of the lesson carefully before he could see the words between the words. There were two words "Silly Beep" written all over the book.

Hmm...it's scary to think about it.

Okay, no kidding.

Having said that, this kind of purely theoretical class is definitely not as interesting as the transfiguration class. If you encounter a rigid professor, it can only be said that it depends on whether your will can withstand the teacher's hypnosis.

At least Malfoy knew that Goyle and Crabbe would not be able to resist.

Because they were already lying on the table and started snoring.

Although the other little wizards were not asleep, it could be seen that they were confused. Their eyelids were fighting while they were scribbling down names and dates. After one class, they only remembered the evil Merrick and the weird Ulric. , I don’t know what the relationship is, I thought they were twin brothers.

Malfoy used the recitation skills cultivated by Tianchao students since childhood and wrote down some major events. In addition, he made some guesses and highlighted some key points, feeling that they might be used in the exam...

And Professor Binns' role to him is equivalent to background sound.

After finally getting to the end of get out of class, all the little wizards were relieved.

Malfoy slapped Goyle and Crabbe on the head, woke them up, and walked out of the classroom with the book and Blaise in his arms.

There were only two little fat guys left behind who suddenly woke up with dazed expressions on their faces. Seeing that Malfoy had already walked away, they quickly wiped their saliva and followed them quickly.

Little did the two of them know what kind of "surprise" awaited them.

............

Late at night, the Slytherin common room.

"Say it or not, say it, say it, don't say it"

Malfoy had a ferocious face, holding a thick wooden stick turned into a wand in his hand, chasing the two little fat guys, and asking fiercely at the same time.

Goyle and Crabbe screamed and tried their best to dodge Malfoy's club attack.

It wasn't until both of them hid in a corner exhausted that Gore covered his injured arm and complained plaintively:

"Boss, you have been chasing us for a long time, and you have been repeating the same sentence: "Don't tell me, tell me, don't tell me...but you asked."

Crabbe also cried and said: "Yes, yes, what do you want us to say?"

Malfoy was stunned and turned to look at Blaise, who was watching the show, "Didn't I ask?"

Blaise nodded sincerely and said, "I can prove that you did not ask."

Malfoy suddenly realized why he hadn't heard a response for a long time.

"Oh... tell me honestly who sent you two to lurk around me, and what is your conspiracy?"

Malfoy's fierce expression looked very much like the villain on TV who suddenly discovered that there was an undercover agent next to him.

Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other, seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

"Boss, we don't understand."