"Did you have a good Christmas?"

"Pleasant!"

"How's the New Year, have you had fun?"

"Happy!"

After the Christmas and New Year holidays, Beauxbatons' first Defence Against the Dark Arts class began in the snow, and the snow outside could not extinguish the joy in the hearts of the young wizards.

Joy, anticipation, hope, only standing on the top of the mountain of hope, when you fall into the abyss of hell, will it be more painful and unforgettable.

The little wizards don't know, as an elder who has lived for an unknown number of years, but has a fraudulent appearance, no matter how much Xiwen cuts it, the inside is completely black.

Once he was in a world called Eva, happily playing with people's hearts through the human completion plan, although in the end it was a pity that the game collapsed and he put himself in it.

But when the members of the World Security Council who were fooled by the pie he drew did not know the southeast and the northwest, at the last moment of the world's de-escalation and collapse, that kind of expression, tsk, really happy.

"The teacher is nervous again. Although the voice of a vicious Lori was small, it gently drifted into Xiwen's ears, and he turned his head to look at it, his eyes narrowing thinly.

When little Lori Ida saw those eyes, she felt that the hair on her whole body was standing upside down, if she was a kitten, she must have fried hair at the moment.

Especially when Xiwen showed a 'warm' smile after staring at her for a moment, she swallowed with difficulty, not knowing if it was too late to admit her mistake now......

In the several off-campus practical classes before Christmas, the strange world, the colorful magical world made the wizards of Beauxbatons feel happy and new, and they couldn't wait to follow Xiwen to the entrance of today's course.

An old man, standing there, looked at these lively little wizards with a loving expression on his face, but the old man's outfit showed that he was extraordinary.

He was wearing a robe of blue color with a slight black edge, and he was wearing a large chain made of several strange round objects that looked like skulls, and slowly made a crisp sound with his movements.

The most striking thing about the old man is not the beard that is longer than the famous British wizard Dumbledore, but the fact that the old man wears a skull hat made of a sheep's skull on top of his head.

This costume exists almost exclusively in fantasy novels, and they are just about to take a closer look at the old man, but they are consumed by a strange feeling, as if life is passing.

"Okay, Gotik, I'm going to teach these naïve little guys a lesson, not for you to kill them. With the words of Siwen and the nod of the old man known as Gotic, the feeling of the little wizards being beaten on the heart by a drumstick gradually faded.

The old man looked at them kindly, then nodded, his kind eyes full of deception, which made the young wizards who were not deeply involved in the world relax their vigilance.

This time it was a class for the entire Beauxbatons senior year, and one by one the little wizards followed Gotick into the newly opened portal of the West, and stepped into a nightmare that lingered for a lifetime with excitement.

The dark castle stands behind a grove of trees, and the snow-white stone walls glow softly in the moonlight, like the environment that a princess and prince must have in a fairy tale.

The little wizards, who had a fairy tale and a longing for the prince and princess, did not notice, and the old man Gotic, who came in with them, quietly disappeared.

An equally kind old butler, dressed with some low-key luxury and connotation, stood at the door of the castle, smiling to greet these lost little lambs.

"Wow, the design of a Western-style restaurant! It's amazing, I've long dreamed of living in a place like this one day in the future. A boy named John said excitedly to the half-grown Lori Ida on the side.

In his fantasy, he incarnated as a polite prince, dressed in luxurious clothes, and elegantly invited this cold and glamorous half-big Lori with mixed Eastern and Western blood in front of him to dance.

Unfortunately, his fantasy was interrupted by another boy, a boy who was always dragging and a standard French playboy in the prototype of a playboy scanned around: "Where's Qom?"

Qom-Hicario, who is always very low-key among them, and the one who hides in the shadows, is in fact a blade hidden in the shadows, and in their previous practice, they have witnessed Qom's melee prowess and reflexes many times.

"Don't be suspicious of Luis, weren't all our previous practices very pleasant. "John belongs to the kind of academic wizard in school, and he really can't compliment him in actual combat.

Louis shrugged, maybe he was really suspicious?

"Where is this going?" Coombe followed by a boy who was also wearing a Beauxbatons uniform, and the boy had just grabbed Coombe at the back of the crowd with a panicked look, saying that he had made a terrible discovery.

Following the boy as he continued to walk through the labyrinthine castle, the ominous feeling in Coombe's heart became heavier and heavier, and he savored the slightest hint of breath in the air, the smell of blood?

That Dracul didn't actually come in, it must have been this X man and woman who took advantage of the class time to have a private meeting, it's a shame, it's a shame, Merlin is on top, this improper behavior will bring down your most murderous curse.

A vicious Lori thought resentfully, poor Miss Fleur Delacul was caught in the pond just because she was a little closer to us.

The old butler looked at the little wizards with loving eyes, and he cleared his throat: "Distinguished guests, please rest here, the table is full of food and water.

Oh, I hope you guys don't get too noisy and slip into other rooms, the host doesn't like to be disturbed too much. Of course, he especially likes to see young and lovely wizards like you.

Ahem, ahem. ”

The old butler looked terminally ill, coughed violently, hunched his back and gradually walked away, into the darkness where the lights in the distance were fading.

"It looks very ancient, but have we been invited to the home of some hermit family or an ancient nobleman? Passerby Student A looked around curiously.

"Wow, these tableware are all pure silver, and the owner's is still pure gold, it's really a local tyrant family, these are not just precious metals or antiques. Passerby classmate B was equally amazed.

"Iris, this is not an ordinary family can decorate their own family ornaments. Louis looked at the large tray in his hand with a solemn face.

The heavy tray of silver paper is in the ornate style of the Middle Ages, gently rubbed with paper, and in the light of the candlelight, a family coat of arms and the letter R emerge in front of him.

Just as he was pondering which family started with R, a sudden terrible scream pierced the sky, breaking the strange and harmonious atmosphere in the castle.