Tonight is still a long time.

But by this time, many students have already left and returned to the West Tower, ready to rest and welcome the new semester tomorrow.

Even on the night of the first day of school, Mrs. Carolina, the administrator of Sita, would not leave the door for the young wizard who had lost track of time.

If a young wizard is shut out, he will have to rest for one night in the open air, or if there happens to be a benevolent professor willing to open the door of the castle classroom and let them spend the night in the cold castle classroom.

Because Durmstrang has always pursued militarized management, if something goes wrong, then you can only accept the corresponding consequences and punishments.

And this is the same strategy for both students and professors...... If the student or the professor is special enough, then the school will not deliberately go to the top of the class, and may even make different degrees of concessions.

Of course, this wizard must be "special" enough, let's say Principal Karkaroff, as the manager on Durmstrang's face, he does not need to follow any rules, as long as he does not violate the principle issue, no one can remove him.

But to be honest, Professor Malfoy hadn't figured out how a Death Eater could have been washed so white.

Which brand of bleach makes it so clean?

"As for the ...... from tomorrow"

Professor Malfoy watched the crowd at the dinner, holding a cake and fork, and thinking about his lesson plan as he worked through dinner.

"Year 1 and 2 can start with the origins of the spell, although this should be part of the history of magic...... If you are in the third or fourth grade, well, let's start with the syllabus of the [International Wizard Ability Certification Exam]. ”

Swallowing a mouthful of the creamy, fluffy object, Professor Malfoy snatched another glass of juice from the house-elf he had walked by.

It's not easy to be a house-elf at school, not only to know Nordic cuisine, but also to other countries, and even Chinese food.

Thinking about it this way, Durmstrang is a pure-blood school of magic, and aside from some bad factors, everything else is very good.

Malfoy was suddenly amused by his own nonsense.

"You can be free-range in the seventh grade, and you can do advanced training in the fifth and sixth grades, although the international exams generally don't get the part about the dark arts, but the defense of the dark arts, and the common sense of some dark magic creatures are often involved."

As a wizard who experienced the "ravages of love" of Dumbledore's card at Hogwarts, Professor Malfoy went through the syllabus of the international exam in his heart, and felt that this amount of questions was really insufficient.

"There is also a textbook...... "Secrets of Cutting-edge Black Magic" is a book that involves a lot of terrible black magic, even if it is borrowed from the library in the name of the textbook, it is impossible to show all the contents in front of the students."

However, with his level, he does not need a uniform paper textbook, and he can cope with it by relying on some alchemy products.

Director Strick, who had returned from the East Tower, happened to see Professor Malfoy at this time.

"Professor Malfoy."

When the unsmiling director walked over, he pulled Victor, who didn't look quite right, and Meier, who was about to leave, happened to see it.

"The Icelandic Ministry of Magic, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement?"

He recognized the high-ranking official of the Icelandic Ministry of Magic, and glanced in the direction of the blonde boy with some uncertainty, thinking that this boy was the child of Director Strick's family?

And the thought of the way he had just stumbled made him ashamed and embarrassed, and he planned to inquire about the status of this year's freshmen after returning to Sita.

"There's still one semester left, well, come on, Mel Joyce, even if it's the child of the head of the Icelandic Ministry of Magic, you can do it."

After secretly cheering himself up, Maier looked at his friend on the side and frowned again:

"Krum, why don't we take a look at Professor Danlin."

Victor, whose expression was a little wrong from before to now, waved his hand, signaling that he didn't need it.

"It's just a little tired."

“…… All right. ”

Director Strick glanced at the two departing students, and then looked back at the side of him, who seemed to be a young wizard and not Professor Malfoy of Durmstrang, the pioneering healer.

"Professor Malfoy, looks like you're doing pretty well right now."

"I think I've been doing well, don't bother you, Director Strick."

Director Strick smiled slightly, looking at the many little wizards at the dinner party in front of him who were very familiar to him, who were obviously just students, but had been forced to grow up, and wore masks, and said casually:

"Aren't you going to change jobs, I don't think Durmstrang is the best choice for you."

"I love the atmosphere, and besides, whether it's in Durmstrang, or at the Ministry of Magic, or the International Federation of Wizards, or the Magical Injuries Hospital, it's the same for me."

He has a lot of wealth, enough fame and a level of magic that many people can't reach in their lifetimes, and it really doesn't matter where Ranko is.

"And don't you think it's interesting......

Professor Malfoy was holding a goblet of juice, and the plate that had been serving the cake had been taken by the house-elves.

Through the cup of juice, he looked at the students who were governed by the rules of Principal Karkaroff with his own life experience.

They are wise to protect themselves, bullying the weak, wearing masks while involuntarily seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, and currying favor with the children of those who are powerful.

They follow the rules of the school, follow the unreasonable but extraordinarily in line with the requirements of the times, the law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest, and the survival of the fittest.

None of this may have been officially reflected in Professor Malfoy's face until now, but the atmosphere, their words and deeds, are familiar to him.

And most importantly, the students are likely to rebel against the rules.

These are all darkness, and they are all breeding grounds for black magic.

Professor Malfoy raised his head, and his smile looked so strange to others:

"Durmstrang's environment is really good, don't you think so, Director Strick."

Damn, he's a little excited about what he's thinking about.

Professor Malfoy was delighted by the terrible gap between the status quo of the school that Professors Danlin and Professor Harlenius had struggled to maintain, and the way Principal Karkaroff did whatever he wanted.

Cultivating a few, no, even if a Grindelwald is reproduced, it will be a brilliant stroke in his life.

He thought that he was really like the Dark Lord who turned the British wizarding world upside down, Tom Riddle, once said:

"You're such a madman."