Chapter 377: Tuition

Although the process was a bit bumpy, Malfoy finally reintegrated into the campus life, as if nothing had happened.
Only occasionally lying on the bed in the bedroom, looking at the ceiling, he would still feel that it was so stable that he was not used to life.
For him, it is a rare and stable day for several months.
Whether it is the survival of the wilderness before, or the dance with the wolf afterwards, it does not allow him to have enough quality sleep, he needs to maintain a high degree of vigilance at all times.
But now it is much better. Hogwarts is arguably the safest place. He spent the best period of his sleep quality and the most leisurely period.
After the ultimate busyness, the rhythm was suddenly cut off, which made him feel somewhat at a loss.
When was the last step-by-step class and get out of class?
Malfoy's memory was a little blurred.
Since the beginning of the Goblet of Fire, he hasn't had a good class.
When the weekend came, he was in the library, guiding Pansy's review.
Said it was a guide, but just manipulated an extra quill pen floating in front of her.
Pansy had a problem, knocked, the quill pen leaned down, and wrote on the parchment.
"Regarding the fire lizard blood, it can be used to make potentiated potions, but it should be noted that the color is similar to pomegranate juice, and it must be carefully separated.
It seems that Pansy is reviewing potions now.
As for Malfoy himself, he leaned back against a column of bookshelves and manipulated what was painted on a piece of parchment.
If someone could get behind him, he would know that there was a map in front of him.
Except for the small black dots that don't symbolize people's names, the level of detail is exactly the same as the live dot map
Many places are circled.
The invisible trajectory, along a certain contour, encloses the entire Hogwarts.
The Forbidden Forest was blacked out, and there were scattered, hand-added ink dots all around.
As he continued to sketch on it, the entire piece of parchment did not know when it turned into a book that could turn pages.
He turned a page pretendingly, and it said-how to maintain a broom.
"I want you to teach me personally." Because at this time, Pansy sneaked up behind him without knowing it, staring at him with eyes.
From time to time, he peeped at the book he read, and after seeing the title, he became quite disappointed.
"I'm teaching you personally, that pen is under my control."
"But your eyes are not looking at me."
"Okay." Malfoy sighed.
The plan made in my heart just now is almost completed. It's not too short of time. I only need to make more details.
The plan is a plan, it is not so easy to execute.
Thinking of the huge workload in the future, I felt depressed.
If it wasn't for him to be arranged back to school by Voldemort, he wouldn't want to touch these jobs.
"After learning, if you want to go to the Duke of Honey with me," he glanced at Pansy and said suddenly.
"Really?" The enthusiasm ignited in an instant.
Go to the Duke of Honey?
"Is it a date?" Pansy thought.
In order to "date", her boring tutoring routine began.
Although it was learned knowledge, Malfoy did not think it was a waste of time to coach Pansy.
Neither from the perspective of the relationship between the two, nor from the perspective of knowledge, the former needless to say.
The same is true of the latter. The difference between passive acceptance and active output can be refined once again in the process of teaching.
In order to teach clearly, it is necessary to have a deep understanding of the concept.
According to the level of Xuanke, it will only mislead children. .
"Whether it's for the exam or for yourself..." Malfoy said tirelessly.
"Okay, I know." Pansy tilted his head, holding the pen in a perfunctory manner. .
Just when the girl struggles for the exam.
Another girl also sought the help of her teacher for some pursuits.
"Professor McGonagall?" Hermione was at the door of the office, feeling a little nervous, and knocked gently on the door.
"Come in, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall was wearing her old-fashioned glasses, sitting in a carved chair at the desk, looking at "Transfiguration Today", looking up at the concealed door gap, and swinging Waved his hand.
A row of quills floating in mid-air is correcting the sheepskin roll on the desk.
I have to say that it is very convenient.
"You did a good test this time." Professor McGonagall closed the magazine in her hand while looking at the students in front of her and commented.
"But your two friends still want you to help them more, especially Ron. I suspect he didn't attend the class at all. You have to supervise them."
"Especially Ron, simply set an example without a leader."
"Okay, I will." Hermione was a little absent-minded.
"Are you hungry? Let's eat two cookies." Professor McGonagall was still very kind, especially her favorite student.
She handed over a patterned iron box.
"Professor..." Hermione didn't pick up the box, she seemed a little stunned. She came here, but she didn't want to rub it.
Professor McGonagall looked serious. "We are not like my students or Gryffindor,"
"I want to learn Animagus." Hermione took a deep breath and then quickly revealed her purpose. .
"Most Animagus has no combat power and will waste a lot of time, especially now...you have to prepare for the exam." Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows and said patiently.
"Can you tell me why?"
McGonagall looked at Hermione, the girl pursed her lips and said nothing.
"Forget it, I believe you won't do anything that violates school rules. If Porter and Weasley approach me, I really have to think about it."
"Remember to keep it confidential, I will not report it." McGonagall sighed.
Obviously, the Ministry of Magic will not allow uncontrollability recently. Even if it is reported, many forms will have to be filled out and the application will not necessarily be approved.
Especially now.
Looking at the student's expression, she knew that Hermione would obviously not be happy, and might report it, and she would not study.
Everyone has their own secrets, and she thinks Hermione should be well-balanced.
She does not object to students learning more, especially the very current situation.
Although it has little combat power, it is highly concealed.
Probably soon. One more Animagus is recorded.
"Thank you Professor." Hermione was relieved, she was afraid that Professor McGonagall would reject her.
"but..."
"The learning of Animagus is a long process..."
"My summer vacation will only go back two days." Hermione said quickly.
"I have travel plans for the summer vacation, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall said seriously.
"Then..." Hermione didn't recognize this as a joke for a while~EbookFREE.me~ Somewhat at a loss, he immediately calculated his course.
"Just kidding." The solemn expression eased, and the palm of his hand stretched out, pulling Hermione's messy brown hair sideways.
The old lady made a joke.
In this situation, what is the mood to travel? She lost her husband in her early years and is now alone. Most of the summer vacations are mostly staying in school, not to mention the tense moments nowadays.
"Just like that, you can prepare for the exam first."
"I want to see you get 12 excellent ones, and you can't learn if there is one less." Professor McGonagall put on Yan Yan's face.
"Good..." Hermione said hesitantly.
It seems that it is not too humble to bear it, and it is indeed a bit difficult.
"Hope is a small animal." Hermione secretly hoped for a while.