Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

What kept Draco awake that night was the conversation he had with Daphne after returning to the dormitory.

"Granger, what is the reason for her unpopularity?"

“She is so serious and wants to perform her best in every class.”

"Really? In tomorrow's Potions class, I want to see how she does it."

"Draco..."

"what happened?"

"Also, she seems to be of Muggle descent."

The moment Draco heard this, he fell silent and Daphne became a little nervous.

Daphne's gentle temperament is not as good as her own.

The Greengrass family, no more than the Malfoys, have never had any strong opinions about Muggles.

The problem is that as one of the oldest families in the British wizarding world,

The Malfoy family has its own responsibilities.

Just like what my father said, and just like what I once said to Harry Potter.

As the future head of the Malfoy family, it is his responsibility to remind the wizarding world to reflect - why have wizards had to endure the oppression of Muggles for centuries and have to endure and survive in seclusion? At the same time, why should they be open-minded and accept people with magical talents in the Muggle world?

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The class that Draco was really looking forward to finally arrived four days after school started.

The Potions classroom, like the Slytherin common room, is located in the cellar of Hogwarts Castle.

As soon as you step into the classroom, you will feel Severus' personal style of darkness and mystery, shrouding the various steam-filled cauldrons.

This is the first inter-college co-taught course and it is also the first course to be taught after the conflict before the separation ceremony.

This was the first time I had the opportunity to be in the same room with Harry Potter for a long time.

Draco watched with satisfaction as he and Weasley peered nervously into the dungeons, just like the other Gryffindors.

But at the same time, he was also carefully observing the Granger girl.

She just lowered her frizzy brown curly hair, buried her head in the Potions textbook, and did not seem to belong to any group of Gryffindor freshmen.

"You are here to learn the precise science and correct techniques of mixing magic."

As the bell rang, the cellar door slammed shut.

Severus's lazy tone echoed in the cellar as he walked.

"No chance here for you to wave your wands foolishly."

"So there are a lot of stupid people who wonder how this could be considered magic."

Draco was satisfied to find that most of the freshmen were terrified by Severus's voice, which was almost a whisper.

"Of course, I don't expect many of you to truly understand."

“The mystery and beauty of a slow-cooking, smoking cauldron.”

"But just a tiny drop of the essence can creep into your veins, muddle your mind, and confuse your senses."

“This is the real, indescribable magic.”

Amid the poetic whispers, Severus had already arrived at the front of the classroom.

"I can teach you how to extract fame, brew glory, and even prevent death."

The premise is that you are not the ignorant, super-idiots that I usually teach. "

Severus glanced at himself sitting upright and concentrating, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then, Severus, like Professor McGonagall, transformed the ring on his hand into a roll of parchment.

The Gryffindor students exclaimed in surprise, while the Slytherins expressed their appreciation.

Apparently, the Slytherin tutor deliberately showed off his special skills as a Gryffindor tutor in front of the Gryffindor freshmen.

Severus didn't care about the exclamations from the class and just focused on calling the roll.

When Draco's name was called, he just glanced over him like any other classmate.

But after he pointed to Harry Potter, he paused deliberately and spoke in a grim voice.

"Ah, yes. Harry Potter."

"Our new celebrity."

Severus raised his head and glanced coldly at the trembling Harry Potter.

He also glanced at Draco out of the corner of his eye.

After the roll call was over, Severus spoke coldly.

"Potter, if you take powdered narcissus root and add it to wormwood juice, what effect will it have?"

The whole class's eyes shifted to Harry as Severus asked.

Draco leisurely took out his folding fan, touched it to his lips, and waited with great interest for Harry Potter's performance.

After all, what kind of performance will such fame bring?

What disappointed Draco, but also satisfied him, was Harry's bewildered response.

"I don't know, sir."

"It seems that fame obviously does not represent everything."

Severus said coldly, glancing at himself out of the corner of his eye.

Draco felt that somehow.

Compared to Harry, Severus, like himself, was attracted by the slender white hand raised high in the air.

It was Hermione Granger.

"Let's try again, Potter."

"If I asked you to bring me a piece of dung stone, where would you find it?"

Hermione tried her best to stand on tiptoes and raised her hands up high, but Draco couldn't help frowning.

Harry Potter, obviously, didn't know the answer.

But what bothered Draco deeply was Hermione's overly positive behavior.

Why, after all, is there a need to pursue performance so much?

This is completely against the delicate social etiquette of aristocratic families.

"I don't know, sir."

As expected, Harry Potter's answer was ignorant as expected.

Draco's attention had completely shifted away from the legendary boy.

However, he is just a mediocre person with a false reputation.

I didn't even prepare the textbooks.

"I suppose you never open your textbooks before term starts, do you, Potter?"

Sure enough, Severus had the same opinion.

"Then tell me, Potter, what is the difference between aconite and oxtail?"

Severus still ignored Granger and just questioned Potter.

Granger had half stood up, and Draco narrowed his eyes deeply.

"I don't know, but I think Hermione should know the answer, Professor."

"Why don't you ask her?"

Potter responded, causing Draco's eyes to widen.

I always thought that he was just a person who was ignorant of the magical world.

But I didn't expect that his rude nature was so deeply rooted.

Several Gryffindor students laughed out loud.

The loudest laugh, unsurprisingly, came from Weasley.

What surprised Draco was Granger's reaction.

She lowered her hands slightly and frowned.

Before she could understand Granger's thoughts, Severus called her in a cold and angry tone.

"Shut up, Potter."

"Although you are very famous, it is not your turn to arrange the content of Hogwarts' classes."

"I can answer that for you, Potter."

"But I think asking your classmates to do it will make Gryffindor's stupid courage more clear."

Severus said, turning to Hermione.

"Yes, I'm talking about you, Granger. Put your hands down and sit down."

“True wisdom is about how to gracefully reserve one’s own opinions.”

At the same time, I called myself.

"Draco Malfoy."

Draco was a little surprised by the sudden summons, but he was also confident.

"Yes, Professor Snape."

"When daffodil root and wormwood are combined, they can be used to make a very powerful sleeping potion, commonly known as a drink of life and death."

"Foul stone, a stone taken from the stomach of a goat, is the most effective antidote for many common but deadly poisons."

Draco suppressed his voice and spoke steadily with a cold tone.

"As for the last two, Fuzi and Niubian, they are actually the same plant, and they also have another name, Aconitum."

These were the answers I had gotten since I was a kid, when I pestered Severus and asked him about his daily work.

"Very good, Malfoy."

"Why don't you guys write this down?"

Severus said softly, adding.

"Then Gryffindor will lose one point for your words against the head teacher, Potter."

"You are seeking fame and being arrogant without any real ability, so you will lose another four points for it."

"Finally, Malfoy."

"Because you ignored the rivalry between the houses and saved Potter, so Slytherin got ten points."

The Potions class ended with Gryffindor's suppressed anger.

During the course, the Longbottom boy caused the cauldron to burn thoroughly and was sent to the hospital wing, which gave Severus an excuse to deduct ten points from Harry Potter.

What made Draco feel a little embarrassed was the reaction of the Gryffindor students.

Somehow, the students seemed to think that Severus's partiality came entirely from his favoritism towards themselves.

But of course, the daughter of the Malfoy family would not care about the comments and prejudices of ordinary people.