[HP] This Evil

The ancient magic pattern classroom is arranged in a small room on the third floor of Hogwarts. There are few desks in the classroom, but fewer students come to this class. The only Slytherins are Catherine and Nott. With Blaise taking the class, Draco's arm was injured and he couldn't fulfill his promise to attend.

Professor Babling is a woman of medium build and looks capable and capable. She wears a half-worn dark purple wizard robe, long black curly hair hanging on her shoulders, a high nose, and a sallow complexion, but she is full of energy.

"Put down the textbook, we don't need it for the time being." Professor Babling said holding the roster, "Before starting the study of this course, let's discuss a question—what is magic?"

Hermione thought for a moment and raised her hand, reciting the contents of "A Piece of Hogwarts School History", "Magic is a kind of talent, only wizards can have it, this talent is mainly inherited through blood inheritance, wizards Magic is needed to live and work."

"Magic can be divided into black magic and white magic. Black magic is very powerful and harmful, so Hogwarts does not offer this course." Mary Johnson of Ravenclaw added, and then she added Have the courage to say, "Actually, Professor, I think magic does not only exist in the blood of wizards. Muggles also have magic, but it is not shown in the same way as wizards. For example, in the fourth century AD, the wizard Yarrow Mill invented the burning spell, and the Muggle world invented fire by drilling wood 1 years ago. From a certain point of view, Muggles have better magic than wizards.” After finishing these words, Mary The straight waist bent down again, as if all the courage had been exhausted.

Suddenly there was a lot of discussion in the classroom, some people nodded in approval and some thought it was unreasonable.

"Ridiculous." Theodore Not said disdainfully. He was cold and his voice was not loud, but it was enough for Mary sitting in front of him to hear.

"It's ridiculous, it's a paradox," Blaise sneered.

Professor Babling ignored Blaise and Nott, she looked at Mary with some surprise, her sallow cheeks seemed to turn rosy, she nodded approvingly, "It's very rare, very few wizards can look at magic from this angle, The last student who said this was five years ago. That girl was Cecilia Ferrara. You may have heard her mentioned by other teachers. She was the best witch of that class. When I made this point, I read Fifth grade, I didn’t expect you to be able to think of this in third grade.” Then she looked at Catherine again, “I’m not surprised to see another Miss Ferrara today, let’s talk about your point of view.”

"I don't agree with my sister." Catherine said unceremoniously. She loved Cecilia very much, but she never agreed with or accepted her sister's point of view, whether it was for Lambert or not. Similarly, Muggles have no magic, let alone have better magic than wizards. Magic only belongs to wizards, just like Grindelwald said, true talent blooms only in a few people."

The era of Grindelwald is the most glorious era of our wizards.The words Nohime said came to Catherine's mind.

Professor Babling was taken aback for a moment, with a look of surprise on his face, but he didn't speak.

"How dare she openly mention Grindelwald in class?"

"Surely only Slytherin would talk like that." Several students whispered.

"But although Muggles don't know how to use wands, they can still do many things that wizards can do. Doesn't this prove that Muggles also have talents?" Mary's face turned red slightly, and she no longer spoke with the accent she used to. I have also become more confident, but I will blush when I am nervous.

"Can Muggles play Quidditch? Can they become Animagus? Can they live to be four hundred like Nicolas?" Catherine asked aggressively.

"Muggles don't know how to play Quidditch, but they have a sport similar to Quidditch called football. Nicole Flamel lived to be four hundred years old not because he was a wizard but because he used the help of the Philosopher's Stone Strength, as for Animagus, Muggles really can't turn into animals." Mary's momentum weakened a little, and the two of them unknowingly diverted the topic.

"I know football. It can't be compared with Quidditch at all. Moreover, even if a non-magic Muggle gets the Philosopher's Stone, it can only be a waste of money." Catherine mentioned the word "Muggle" again with a tone of her own Undetectable contempt.

"I recently took Professor Bubaji's Muggle Studies course, and I have to say, Ferrara, you know too little about Muggles. Maybe you can read more books about Muggles, which will help you change Prejudice against Muggles," said Evelyn Bork, who sat next to Mary and who had a new pair of gold-rimmed glasses this year, through which she gave Blaise a hard look when he laughed at him. .

Evelyn is like a miniature version of Cecilia.Catherine thought, she was suddenly a little bored with this Muggle-wizard subject.

"There are also many wizards who hold the same views as Miss Ferrara." Babling said suddenly, with a serious and serious expression, "Your views are both right and wrong. In fact, there is no answer to this question, but you The concept will have an important impact on your study of this course, now open the textbook."

The following classes became dull and boring. Only Mary, Hermione, and Nott could handle Professor Babling's questions with ease. Most of the students looked at the textbooks as if they were reading from heaven.

After class, Catherine took a basket to the auditorium to pack a order of French fries, a steamed egg, a bottle of pumpkin juice, a few small lemon chicken breasts, a beef stew and an apple pie, and then went to visit Della in the medical room. division.

"Is the ancient magic pattern interesting?" Draco ate French fries with honey mustard sauce.

"It doesn't mean much," said Catherine, looking at his arm again. "Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts, so I will definitely not let the guard and the monster go easily. I wrote to my dad in the morning, and he told me that I will give them a little color." Draco said, "I hope that the guard can be fired, and as for the monster, I hope it can be imprisoned in Azkaban."

"Azkaban only locks up criminal wizards, Draco. According to the usual practice, animals that make mistakes will have a public trial before deciding whether to sentence them to death." Catherine sat on the chair with her chin resting on her hands, and she heard The strong and pungent smell of potion on Draco's arm.

"Then I'd like it to die," Draco said angrily.

For a moment Catherine felt as if she shouldn't be talking about the death penalty, but then she felt that it didn't matter, that it was just an animal, and death was no big deal.

Madam Pomfrey came over to change his dressing, and Draco kept yelling "Oh, oh!" Catherine glanced at his arm, and found that the wound had begun to heal, some new flesh was growing, and the severed tendons were returning to normal. But even so, it can still be seen that the injury was serious at that time, so I decided to bring him more chicken legs from the auditorium for dinner tomorrow.

"Ferrara." Catherine was stopped by Harry just after she came out of the medical room, followed by Ron and Hermione holding a large stack of documents.

"Is there something wrong?" Catherine asked, Draco's arm that had just been dressed again appeared in her mind, and the expression on her face was a little indifferent, and the matter of Ginny last semester was also forgotten by her.

"We want to ask if Malfoy's injury is serious?" said Harry.

"I can't die, but at least I can't participate in the recent Quidditch training." Catherine said sarcastically.It was odd that Gryffindors cared about Malfoy.

"Then did he... tell him..."

"He's already told his father." Catherine interrupted the hesitant Harry. She knew that Gryffindor couldn't care about Slytherin, whether or not Ginny happened last term. old enemy.

"I knew he'd tell his dad, and he knew to look for his dad," said Ron indignantly, pumping his fist in the air, and Catherine gave him a threatening look.

"Why are you asking this, this matter has nothing to do with Gryffindor, his father will not do anything to you, and Dumbledore will protect you." Catherine said sarcastically.

"It's like this," Harry explained bravely. He felt the unfriendly signal from Catherine's whole body, which was completely different from that day on the Knight's bus. "It's for Hagrid and Buckbeak."

"Hagrid won't be sentenced to death." Catherine said angrily. She felt that the Gryffindors on the opposite side were simply inexplicable. No matter how unreasonable and overbearing Draco was, he would not easily kill a person.

"Huh? Ah? Ah? The death penalty?" Harry and the others obviously didn't think about it, they were just worried that Hagrid would be fired.

Catherine suddenly decided to restore Slytherin's image in front of these Gryffindors, she didn't want everyone to think that Slytherin was a cold and heartless monster, "Don't worry, Hagrid will not be sentenced to death, according to Conventionally, Buckbeak is sentenced to death at best, so you don’t have to worry.”

(The trio: ………???)

"What did she just say? Buckbeak may be sentenced to death? Don't worry?" Ron looked at Catherine's back with a twisted face.

"Will Buckbeak really be sentenced to death?" Harry was very worried.

"There is indeed such a law," Hermione began to flip through the information in her hand, "if a magical animal causes permanent harm to a wizard for no reason, it can be sentenced to death after a trial. But Buckbeak didn't attack Malfoy on purpose, Hagrid had already Emphasized not to insult the monster, he didn't listen, it was his fault, and he wasn't hurt that badly, so he shouldn't be sentenced."

"That's good." Hearing Hermione say that, Harry and Ron were much more relieved.