Hogwarts Abnormal Raiders

"I advise your friends to give up this ridiculous idea. It is not something that you ignorant people can control."

Snape warned with a serious face, seemingly a little angry.

"I know, it's just research, no other ideas." Malfoy quickly assured.

Snape snorted coldly: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. It's obvious that the research on that potion has failed. Because of its terrible consequences, the formula has been banned by the Ministry of Magic and locked in the "Management of Dangerous and Out of Control Magical Items" Warehouse," I guess you'll never see that thing again."

Hearing this, Malfoy was obviously relieved, but deep down he seemed to be slightly disappointed, although he would certainly not admit it.

"Well, it looks like my friend is going to be disappointed." Malfoy emphasized this point with a smile, seemingly unconcerned.

Then, Malfoy asked tentatively:

"Also, you haven't answered my second question yet. As a potion master, what do you think of the potion studied by Professor Terrys?"

Snape curled his lips and said with sarcasm in his eyes:

"My opinion is that a hot-headed fool who thought he could easily get involved in potions has just tasted the consequences of his own actions. What else is there to say?

Does he think Potions is just a big pot of stew? That's stupid. He should just stay in his own field, wave his wand and say some silly spells."

"Yes, yes, you are right." Malfoy was completely relieved now and didn't want to ask any more questions.

Snape stared at him for a while, and then said leisurely: "Tell your friends that one is enough, and one more idiot will not have any effect."

Malfoy: "Yeah"

Why does it feel like Snape misunderstood something?

Are we really on the same channel?

"Okay, I'll persuade him to give up when I get back."

Malfoy said to himself, in fact, I am trying to persuade him to give up... Professor, you must not do anything stupid.

Snape gave him a cold look: "Because of your stupid curiosity, you wasted 10 minutes of my precious time. As compensation, please clean the classroom before leaving."

After saying that, Snape flicked his greasy black hair and walked out of the classroom gracefully.

Malfoy was stunned for a while before saying:

"...Okay, Professor."

Okay, you know being detained by the teacher is definitely not a good thing.

Malfoy complained in his heart, completely forgetting that he had caused the consequences.

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

After finally finishing his daily cleaning, Malfoy rubbed his waist and walked out of the classroom when he saw an unexpected figure.

"Granger, why are you here?"

Malfoy was a little surprised when he saw the girl from the Lion Court lingering at the door.

Come to ambush me again

No, I've been keeping a low profile lately.

Hermione, who was startled by the sudden appearance of Malfoy, took a long time to recover.

To be honest, she had no intention of negotiating with Malfoy at all. She was afraid that within a few words, Malfoy would yell at her and tell her to get out.

It was an ugly scene, and she couldn't think of any good way to deal with it.

However, Hermione would not give up easily. Even if she was panicking inside, she would pretend to be calm and say, "I have something to ask you."

Malfoy dusted himself off and said casually:

"I see, otherwise you wouldn't be standing at the door all the time. Although my experience tells me that being approached by someone like you usually doesn't do anything good."

Yeah, it seems we can communicate

Hermione was a little surprised in her heart. She was already prepared to be called a "Mudblood", but she didn't expect the result to be unexpectedly "mild".

Yes, at least it was "gentler" than she imagined.

Pretending not to understand the sarcasm in Malfoy's words, Hermione carefully stated her intention.

"You should know that you still owe Professor McGonagall something that you haven't repaid."

Does he have anything?

Malfoy frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly realized:

"You mean knowledge? Don't worry, I will return that thing to her sooner or later."

Just like when he went to college, he returned all mathematics, physics and chemistry to his high school teachers, leaving nothing behind.

"Of course not." Hermione took a deep breath. She didn't know why, but this guy always had a way to stir up her emotions.

"It's the three matches you stole"

Oh, that's it. It's really hard for Professor McGonagall to still be thinking about it.

I really don’t want to leave any handle at all.

Thinking of this, Malfoy suddenly said with an exaggerated expression:

"Oh, oh, please speak responsibly, Miss Granger. I didn't steal any matches. You know that my matches were destroyed in class a long time ago, and I did it myself."

Of course Hermione knew that Malfoy was pretending to be stupid, and she didn't care about communication skills, so she said angrily:

"You know what I mean, give them to me, Malfoy."

Malfoy: "Sorry, I don't have that, but I'm curious, why did you come to ask for Professor McGonagall? She must have given you some benefit?"

Hermione: Of course Professor McGonagall didn't come because she was afraid of being angry with you.

As for the benefits, Hermione thought of Professor McGonagall's promise of one match and one book, which sounded like a very reasonable deal.

She refused at first because she didn't understand the meaning of representation at that time. After in-depth exploration in the library these days, she realized that it represents knowledge that ordinary people cannot have access to.

There were a lot of books that were only halfway through, which made her feel itchy. Later, she realized that the following content was zoned. Unless she got the professor's signature, there was no way to browse those contents.

This made her extremely uncomfortable. It was like a wonderful novel that suddenly became eunuch at the very highlight. Who can bear this?

If there was a tradition of sending blades here, Hermione would definitely send greetings to the author like crazy.

Later, she took the initiative to find Professor McGonagall and took over the task.

Not for anything else, just to catch up on updates.

Hermione: "What do you have to do to return the match?"

Malfoy: "I don't understand what you are talking about at all. If Professor McGonagall asked you to come, just tell her that I suggested she use a lighter from the Muggle world. That thing is much easier to use than matches."

"You also know about lighters"

Hermione asked in surprise, as if she heard something incredible.

Malfoy rolled his eyes: "You said it as if you were asking why I can write. Is there anything surprising about this?"

Hermione quickly explained: "No, I mean, aren't you wizards always dismissive of Muggle things?"

Malfoy: "That's someone else. Don't define me easily. Besides, you are no longer a wizard."

"I'm different" Hermione huffed.

She is a child born into an authentic Muggle family. She knows everything about the Muggle world, okay?

"Whatever you say, I have to leave. I have classes in the afternoon and I don't have time to stay here with you."

Of course Malfoy will not return those matches. He still has several magic experiments to use them.

Professor McGonagall is right, this match is indeed quite durable.

"Stop," Hermione shouted subconsciously.

Hermione, who originally thought it was just a futile effort, just shouted symbolically, but was surprised to find that,

Malfoy's steps really stopped, and then he slowly turned around.

His face was pale, his lips were trembling, and large drops of sweat kept falling from his forehead, as if he was in great pain.

"Granger, there are two things...I want to make it clear to you." Malfoy turned around and said with some difficulty.

"What?" Hermione was stunned by his appearance and responded blankly.

"First of all, I'm definitely not cheating."

Hermione didn't understand.

"Second, please call 120 for me first..."

Before he finished speaking, Malfoy's steps faltered, his eyelids rolled up, and he fell to the ground, losing consciousness.

Hermione: "What the hell"