Just after this group of students finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that this yin corpse had been completely destroyed, they were horrified to see that the tables and stools that had turned into mud were no longer a few few, and the number instantly swelled geometrically.

For a moment they became flustered and scrambling, even though they knew it was Transfiguration, even though they knew they wouldn't be in any danger.

However, physical disgust is still difficult to overcome.

Even though the group of "Yin Corpses" controlled by Malfoy are very slow, and even have no sense of direction, they still pose a great threat.

The pupils stumbled left and right, and in the cramped houses, even if there were few of them, they caused a tidal influx, knocking down one and another appearing, no longer limited to the chairs and benches, chandeliers, and even the floor.

The range of their activities is getting smaller and smaller, and they are gradually forced into a corner.

Just as the rotten palm was about to touch, the bell rang for the end of class.

"Okay, the performance is decent, today, the familiarity and confrontation with the Yin Corpse is over"

Malfoy's Transfiguration attached to the object was lifted.

The flame that was still attached to the body of the Yin corpse just now shook off in an instant, splashed some extreme sparks and then extinguished, and then gradually deformed, from a formed human body, back to limp mud flesh, squirming back to its original position, and restored to a desk.

The students breathed a sigh of relief and gradually left the classroom, Luna smiled and waved at him, and stepped out of the threshold briskly.

Today's lesson is over.

He walked with a wide and hurried step. and cross the promenade.

He walked to the door of his office.

Malfoy reached out and gently pushed open some of the decaying wooden doors, crunching as if the parts had fallen into disrepair and were completely rusted and aged, and could no longer mesh properly.

Every opening and closing seems to be a groan of pain, a protest.

The last time I was here, it didn't seem to be so badly desolate.

The damp water vapor came to the face, and the feeling of the ground was quite dark and cold, and some of the branches and leaves of the potion herbs were scattered on the ground, and after the water vapor transpired, only the dry stems and leaves were left.

He inherited Snape's office.

In the dim light, a purple-red silk curtain was drawn tightly, and on one side was a small round table with potted plants, growing well, and the branches were intertwined, whether it was roots, stems, or leaves, all showing a bewitching crimson color.

But there were some new things, a quaint clock hanging in a corner of the wall of the house, and a new bookcase with some old books.

In addition to this, there is a faceless statue with a white skull mask hanging from the side, which seems to be a pair, and it is unknown what will happen when the mask is covered.

It was supposed to be some loot that Malfoy had collected while he was outside of school.

He walked over to a wall of black masonry, raised his head slightly, and surveyed everything in front of him—the shelves were full of books, most of the covers were in a gloomy hue and exuding an air of esoteric obscurity.

Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts

A thin layer of dust was laid on the partition, and a slight wipe of his fingers on it left an extremely obvious mark, and he immediately frowned, and began to sort it out

For a long time, this will be his main office location, at least the necessary neatness must be ensured.

Malfoy took a book out of the cubicle, placed it on the pitch-black table in front of him, and meticulously wiped it down.

Although he could use magic to clean up in an instant, Malfoy preferred to use this time to think about something.

When people perform unconscious behaviors mechanically and repeatedly, their minds can get divergent thinking.

For example, now, his gaze was a little blank in front of him, even if it was just an ordinary stone wall, except for some texture patterns of the stone surface, there was no information.

In fact, Malfoy's mind at the moment was simulating what might happen in the future.

Voldemort's possible movements, possible future changes.

There is less and less information that is known, and it is impossible to know what is going on.

And originally, people's hearts are the most difficult to guess, and Voldemort is not an ordinary person.

For people who are extreme, it is more difficult to figure out how to think.

The inability to do anything about the future direction can give people a sense of powerlessness.

"Clean up!"

"Things go back to their place!"

Just as Malfoy cleaned up a copy of "Principles of Common Potions" and was about to put it back on the shelf, he suddenly heard a familiar voice, the girl gently chanted the spell, and then Malfoy looked at the book in his hand in a daze, and the book on the table seemed to be pulled back to the bookshelf by an invisible chain.

"Draco, what are you doing? I've been calling you for a long time. ”

He looked up at the sound of a voice, only to realize that Pansy had walked up to him, and said in a somewhat complaining voice.

The crack in the door is hidden, there is no secret worth hiding, and by the way, it is breathable

"Maybe a little distracted. He coughed lightly.

"By the way, what were you looking for?" asked Pansy curiously, retracting her wand.

"Do you want me to help?" she said enthusiastically.

"Don't bother you. Malfoy took out his wand and shook it lightly in mid-air, and the dust of the herbs, the dust on the surface of the furniture, and the dead leaves of the failed herbs jumped into the trash can, and the scattered parchment rolls on the table were stacked in an orderly manner, the quill was placed in the center of the table, and the ink cap swirled to the top of the inkwell.

"Sorted out. He said.

"Any questions?" he seemed to want to chase the girl away.

"Isn't a simple visit welcome?" the girl asked rhetorically.

"Then you should have a good visit. Malfoy shrugged, held out his hand, and made a gesture of please.

Snape's office, not much to visit.

Girls certainly don't like toads that have been thoroughly dried and stretched out on all fours in glass bottles, or arms that have been soaked in a special liquid and can even be preserved over decades.

Pansy looked boredly, except for animal specimens, plant specimens.

But the potted plants on the table caught her attention.

Suddenly a mist of water condensed near the bonsai, like shrinking clouds, and then the water splashed and poured down.

The color of the crimson flowers suddenly brightened up after touching the water droplets, turning from dark red to bright red, and the veins of the leaves held some bright water droplets, which were absorbed and ignited in an instant.

The firelight flickered throughout the dim room for a moment, then burned out completely.

The plants that had just grown vigorously were quickly burned out.

But in an instant, a few pale red young leaf shoots appeared in the soil of the potted plant.

"Draco, what kind of plant is this?" Pansy leaned over to the corner, bent down, and looked closely.

"Phoenix feather flower. He sat in a seat not far away, his gaze casually sweeping.

"The appearance is very similar to the feathers of a phoenix, and the characteristics are also, after burning, it is a new round of growth cycle, and it should be her flowering period just now. ”

"After "Nirvana", the soil is applied to the affected area to treat the effect of burns. ”

"Well, this is the end of the extracurricular extension, and the dark arts are not something that can be solved by this. Malfoy put on a businesslike tone.

"Miss Parkinson, if you don't do your homework again, maybe I will have to continue to get along with you as your teacher after class, I remember that I still have a lot of homework today. ”

He put on a serious tone.

It has to be said that the threat was immediate.

"Then I'm leaving, you won't find a time to sneak away someday, right? The girl shook her toes reluctantly.

"The days ahead are still long, even if I go, I will tell you. Looking at the girl's back, Malfoy said meaningfully, as if to imply something.

But in reality, the future was shorter than he thought.