Ranko paced slowly, walking over to the armor.

The cold armor still reflected his distorted face. Whether it was the shape, the material, or the placement, this armor was exactly the same as the one he had seen in the morning.

What the hell is this...... Professor Malfoy muttered to himself.

This could not be a copy, and after a while the things made through the Copying Charm would disappear due to the loss of the effectiveness of the magic. And the copied things also have distinctive characteristics, which Ranko cannot mistakenly admit.

He took out his wand and tapped the tip of his wand on the surface of his armor, and just as he thought about reciting a spell, a slightly hoarse male voice came from behind him.

"I don't think I would advise you to do that."

Ranco turned his head when he heard this, and he saw a middle-aged man with scruffy hair and a stubble face, a moderate build, and a casual blackened gray wizard's robe, standing not far away.

The middle-aged man had a burning cigarette in his mouth and seemed to have been standing there for a long time. It's just that the reason why he has been in a blind spot in his field of vision, Ranko didn't notice him at first.

Seeing Ranko turn his head, the middle-aged man moved the corners of his mouth, casually threw the half-burned cigarette on the ground, and the old leather boots were repeatedly crushed.

After confirming that the cigarette butt was not smoking, the middle-aged man took two steps in the direction of Ranko and then stopped.

"Professor Haronius."

Professor Malfoy bowed his head politely to the middle-aged man, but the wand pointing at the armor did not retract.

"That's just the protection the school gave us, Professor Malfoy, don't worry too much."

The astronomy professor had apparently learned of Ranko's new colleague, so in response to his colleague's curiosity, he gave a brief explanation of the origin of the armor.

Ranko asked thoughtfully at this time:

"Are you saying that the armor is not ordered by professors and headmasters, it is more like an alchemical product, and it only repeats the orders of a previous headmaster?"

"That's right, Professor Malfoy, you've just arrived at school. There are many more such things in Durmstrang that will not happen if you encounter them, as long as you don't do strange things. ”

"What do you mean by strange things?"

The corners of Professor Harlenius's mouth moved, and he complained a little, and said a little depressedly:

"Let's say blow them up to shreds or throw them into Lake Swat at the back of the castle...... Moving away or destroying it doesn't mean anything to be honored. ”

In the last sentence, the middle-aged man said it very quietly.

Looks like Professor Harlenius has done this before...... Ranko thought of the morning mess, the pieces of armor that had been shattered by his dark magic:

"That'...... Professor Harlenius, what if, um, I mean, what if, I do these things as you say, what would happen? ”

Professor Malfoy suddenly became a little curious.

Can these armors still move, and can they cut him with decorative swords?

Or did he sneak in in the middle of the night, and then pretend that the monster was ready to scare him to death?

Moreover, anything that has been shattered by the Dark Arts must first remove the residual effects of the Dark Magic, and then it can be restored using the Repair Spell.

It's not his conceit, the one who can undo his dark magic, he doesn't think it's going to be a nameless wizard.

But it is clear that neither Professor Dan Lin, nor Professor Harlenius in front of him, nor Karkaroff, who has an empty mountain of gold but does not use it, obviously does not meet this standard.

So, it's about the "school" and not the professors?

This made Ranko's thoughts a little divergent, and he thought of something recorded from ancient texts.

Legend has it that in some places with a long history, there will always be something that cannot be explained by pure magic, and something strange will be born.

"If you do......"

The stubble on Professor Harlenius's face moved, and then he lowered his voice, pretending to be mysterious:

"They only add guards...... Lolaud ...... I mean, that's what the poor guy who was blown up by his own magic did. ”

Rolaud is Ranko's successor, a professor of dark arts who can't be perfectly mastered by his own death experiments, and finally suffers the consequences of his own evil.

As if he had finally found an outlet for his gossip, Professor Harlenius casually told him everything he knew before Ranko could ask.

This includes the Dark Arts Professor, who was blocked by the armor and had to walk through the window to get out of the North Tower within a week of the newcomer blowing up the armor at the doorway.

From Professor Harlenius, Professor Malfoy learns that the armor is a magical artifact that keeps them safe, and that they can be found all over the school, in classrooms, and in student dormitories.

Compared to their professors and students, sometimes it even gives the impression that they are the masters of the school, not wizards.

After making sure that these things weren't lethal, well, not at the moment, to be exact, when Professor Harlenius returned to his room on the same floor as Ranko, Professor Malfoy raised his wand, and without any scruples, leisurely gave the armor a smashing charm and a hurricane charm, blowing the shattered dust everywhere.

A good day ends with smashing armor, and a good day begins with smashing armor.

The next morning, after all this and a restful night's rest, Professor Malfoy, who was in a good mood, blew up two pairs of armor from the doorway, then four more when he returned from the library in the evening, and eight at an increasing rate on the third morning.

The house-elves were so frightened by the situation that Teacup didn't understand what was going on, and even though it stared all night, it didn't know when the armor appeared outside the door.

Soon, Professor Danlin, the vice president who rushed to hear the news, was shocked by the silver armor stuffed with a full layer.

"This ......"

Professor Dan Lin couldn't help but be a little suspicious of his eyes when he saw Professor Malfoy leisurely start his daily bombing again.

"Professor Malfoy, what are you doing?"

She remembered that she had spoken to Professor Harlenius and asked him to tell Professor Malfoy what he had just come to do.

Could it be that Professor Harlenius has been at the castle's observatory and never returned?

"Professor Danlin."

Professor Malfoy was holding a notebook and holding his wand, clearing the armor that had piled up to the spiral staircase.

"Don't you think these armors are durable?" He said casually.

"Durable?"

Professor Danlin was puzzled, and at the same time muttered to herself, what did Professor Malfoy want to do?

"Well, look." Professor Malfoy pointed to the dust on the ground, "Even if these armors are destroyed by dark magic, they will automatically revert to their original state the next day, and they react differently to each spell. ”

"If every young wizard was equipped with a target that uses spells, armor that can reflect the subtle nuances of magic, I think it would be the perfect fit."

Fried into powder can be recovered, and it can be used more and more, tsk, how could he not meet such a dedicated model worker of teaching aids when he was in school?