A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 40: Malfoy

Harry thought the confinement was terrible, because Malfoy kept whispering in his ear, constantly provoking. This caused his efficiency to plummet. It was almost noon, but he had only copied ten pieces of parchment.

Not as thick as a little finger.

At lunch, Harry complained to Hermione and Ron about it. He broke down a little: "I never thought he would talk so much, buzzing non-stop."

Ron gave him advice: "You can harass him too."

Harry was speechless, he didn't have that much to say to Malfoy.

Hermione thought thoughtfully, "Maybe you can provoke him and take the opportunity to ask if he is the heir of Slytherin."

"Stop talking, how could he say that, unless it's someone close to him." Ron retorted.

Harry also felt that this idea was unreliable, and it was easy to startle the snake. "By the way, Hermione, what should we do about signing?"

"Why don't you go to Professor Haipu?" Ron suggested.

"That's not a good idea." Hermione sighed, "He's not like Professor Lockhart, like..."

"—like a fool." Ron answered, and Hermione glared at him.

"However, I can try tonight, I can only say try." Hermione did not give an affirmative answer.

After lunch, they returned to the ancient rune office to continue their copying tasks.

And Harry also had to endure Malfoy's provocative eyes. He wanted to pull out his wand several times to cast a jinx on him, but one was not enough. There is no power to fight back...

In the afternoon, Felix looked at the results of several people and nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, the three of you can complete the task tomorrow afternoon. And Mr. Malfoy, your progress is faster, only seven or eight page."

Draco Malfoy almost cried, thanks to the price he paid for his short-sightedness, there are two whole tomes, the kind that are completely hand-copied.

It took nearly two months, although he escaped a lot of confinement to participate in Quidditch training...

After that, Malfoy wrote so hard that even Harry couldn't take care of it, and finally finished copying all the content before dinner.

Felix couldn't help but praise him, "Very good, well, Mr. Malfoy, your confinement is over."

"Yes, Professor." Malfoy whispered.

Seeing him tidying up his stationery, Harry and the others were very envious. They still have a whole day of confinement tomorrow.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Malfoy," Felix called to him, making Malfoy shiver with fright.

You won't arrange a few more books for him, will you?

Fortunately, Felix didn't have such thoughts. He waved his wand, and a thick stack of parchment flew out from the corner - densely packed with writing. Under his magic, the parchment was split in two and quickly bound together in mid-air.

Two book covers flew out from the suitcase, wrapped in parchment, and hot gold text slowly emerged on the cover, looking like two books.

"Mr. Malfoy, this is the fruit of your labor, please give it to you as a gift."

The two books landed in front of him, and Malfoy was taken aback.

Felix said: "Although you come from a glorious pureblood and have outstanding talents, Muggles are not useless. I think you have already understood this." He pointed to the two handwritten books in front of Malfoy .

"Through this confinement, I hope you can remember that neither weakness nor strength is an obstacle to survival, but arrogance is."

Malfoy held two books in his hands, opened and closed his lips, but said nothing.

After he left, Felix said to the other trio who were watching the play: "Okay, your mission today is over, and you can continue tomorrow."

Hermione asked Felix in a low voice, "Professor, can I continue to study Rune with you tonight?"

Felix was a little surprised, he thought for a while and said: "In principle, I have no objection, but your homework..."

Hermione said happily: "It's okay, I have finished my homework." Her expression seemed to have won a lottery.

When the three of them came out of the office and were on their way to the cafeteria, Ron looked at Hermione in disbelief: "You really finished your homework?"

"Of course!"

"When did you write it?" Ron seriously doubted that his time was different from Hermione's. Did she have more hours than himself every day?

Hermione was in a very good mood, and she said a little arrogantly: "Since you know that you will be in confinement on weekends, of course you have to finish your homework in advance. Isn't this common sense?"

Ron mumbled, and Harry looked ashamed.

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Malfoy returned to the Slytherin common room and put down his schoolbag.

He sat on the chair with a gloomy face, looking through the green light of the lounge ~IndoMTL.com~ looking at the black lake outside the window, and from time to time one or two swimming fish passed by the window.

Two followers came over, "Draco, do you want dinner?"

"Crabbe, Goyle..." Malfoy looked them up seriously, "Forget it, you guys go."

Crabbe and Goyle shrugged and left quickly.

Malfoy huddled himself in the chair, his pale blond hair and slightly pale face half hidden in the shadows.

He was still thinking about a few words of Professor Haipu.

Although he tried to refute this absurd point of view, the two months of copying punishment had already made part of the content of the book integrated into his mind.

This reminded him of the scene when his mother took him to visit a pure-blood wizard and ran into his aunt when he was a child.

That aunt was my mother's second sister, but she was expelled from the family because she married a stupid Muggle.

At that time, the two had a fierce quarrel, and her mother advised her to go back and admit her mistakes, but she was mercilessly rejected.

He had very little impression of this, and the only sentence he remembered was his aunt shouting at them: "Apart from magic, what else do you have to be superior?"

He remembered that distorted expression until now.

Somehow, he suddenly picked up the schoolbag, took out the two books, and stared at the cover.

A "History of Muggles' Struggle: From Millions of Years Ago" and "How Muggles Think".

He is very familiar with the cover, after all, he has copied it for two months, but it is slightly different——

Under Author, a few new words have been added - Transcriptor: Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy picked up the book How Muggles Think and opened it from the first page. Looking at the familiar font on it, he put aside all kinds of prejudices for the first time and began to read seriously.