Director Stricken stared deeply at the professor, who for some reason had just had a feeling of wanting to run away.

He didn't even dare to draw his wand, and the one in front of him, with the most rational tone and crazy expression, foretold him something terrible.

This is what Chief Strick has never felt when he is facing the Saints, and when he is facing the most vicious Dark Wizards.

Unlike the dark wizards, this professor is even more different from those wizards who ignore the law and despise all wizards, lurking under the calm waves, in the depths of darkness, he is the real him, this calm and rational appearance......

He remembered seeing it in his memories of using a meditation basin to interrogate Grindelwald's admirers.

The wizard who stood in the blue flames, mobilized his emotions in the simplest of words, and calmly overlooked everything.

The wizard who almost provoked a war between the wizarding world and the Muggle world.

Owner of the Elder Wand, expelled student from Durmstrang, and mad admirer of the Deathly Hallows.

—Gellert Grindelwald.

This temperament is very unique, but once you experience it, you can feel the shock unforgettable.

The two of them, very similar, very similar.

Some people are geniuses among madmen, but some people are madmen among madmen.

"Durmstrang ......"

Director Stricker swallowed the saliva in his mouth.

Do they know what the wizard they found was like?

The last Grindelwald, who almost destroyed this magic school with an ancient castle by influence alone, this time ......

Ranko Malfoy, everything is normal on the profile, and no one can even doubt that he is a strong enough wizard to be good enough.

Honorary healer of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts, and a recipient of the Order of Merlin, a young wizard who fought against Grindelwald, pioneered the case of dark magic healing, and finally "died" under Grindelwald's wand.

But...... What if all this was just a façade?

Carefully disguise yourself, everything is just for an unspeakable purpose.

Who does his dark magic come from? Who led his magical path? Albus Dumbledore?

Still is...... Gellert Grindelwald?

Can a wizard at the age of twenty really stay ahead of the tide of the times? Black magic healing can't be a simple one plus one equals two, it contains all kinds of ancient magical knowledge, and unguided people want to learn and study, which is tantamount to a dream.

Although there is no shortage of geniuses in this world, is it normal for a wizard who is only twenty years old to make a name for himself with the power of one person?

So, what does such a wizard with a high reputation who wraps himself and hides his purpose, resurrect himself from the dead, and re-enter the eyes of the world?

"You don't look good, Director Strick."

The complicated emotions were instantly pulled back by this sentence, and Director Strick stopped looking at Professor Malfoy on the side, took out a glass of ruddy and viscous wine from the stacked wine glasses on the side, and quietly took a sip, letting the terrible conjecture that he had just thought of for a moment suppress.

"Just thought of something...... Durmstrang is indeed a great place to be, and I don't think you will be disappointed. ”

"Yes."

Professor Malfoy smiled and didn't go any further on the topic.

For him, whatever Director Stricker thought of was no threat to him.

"The Icelandic Ministry of Magic, maybe you can take advantage of ......"

Professor Malfoy thought of this with casual elegance.

It was used to speed up the completion of the deal with Karkaroff.

Soon after, Professor Harlenius found Professor Malfoy and Director Strick, who were speechless in the corner.

Glaring at the innocent-looking Professor Malfoy, Professor Harlenius left the dinner hall early with the two unconscious wizards.

Let Professor Malfoy look at Director Strick's wife, and the strange-looking girl.

In response to this scene, Professor Vincent held his wine glass and glanced at the unusually quiet Vice Chancellor, Professor Dan Lin.

Professor Vega had already taken Director Strick's wife and daughter to the East Tower, leaving only Professor Van Sent, Professor Merino, and Professor Danlin in the Great Hall.

"Professor Danlin, Director Strick's wife, I remember you treated her?"

No one can argue with the fact that Director Stricker is very good and very good to his wife, and it is impossible for Director Stricker to do anything to ignore his wife because of his own sake.

For this reason, wizards in Northern Europe who know a little about potions have been visited by Director Stricker in recent years, and Durmstrang's vice principal, Potions professor, and school doctor, Professor Danlin, is no exception.

It's just a pity that the residual influence of the potion on that lady's body is indelible, and there is no way to rely on ordinary potions and spells alone.

Maybe some ancient magic, as well as some long-lost potions, will have a way, but it just so happens that the probability of these encounters is almost zero.

For the witch who was exceptionally beautiful and once extremely intelligent, Professor Dan Lin naturally had an impression.

She sighed and said, "Yes, but it was probably three years ago. ”

This situation now seems to be getting more and more serious.

The lady's condition had deteriorated to such a point that she could help relieve the pain, but wanted to prolong her life, and her, at the level of most therapists, could not do it.

"We'll just have to see if Professor Malfoy can do anything."

Professor Dan Lin didn't say anything about the specific situation, and Professor Fancent didn't ask, I don't know how long it took, but I only heard Professor Dan Lin say something like nothing:

"She's a poor fellow."

Professor Van Sent didn't understand why Professor Danlin said that, but the child of Director Stricker he saw today made him think of something, and he took a sip of red wine.

"The class schedule has been handed out to every student, professor."

At this time, Miss Clendel, the president of the student council, walked over and spoke to the professors.

Professor Danlin nodded, motioning for Miss Clendel to leave with her.

Professor Van Sente glanced at the few students around him, and then at Professor Merino, who was holding wine as if he were drinking water, and shook his head, intending to go back to the North Tower to rest.

Not only did he have to deal with the Saints and Death Eaters in Longyearbyen, but also the dinner and the hospitality of the students' parents afterwards, all of which were laborious and exhausting for Professor Van Sent.

"I'm still old......"

He sighed silently and left his place.

Professor Merino put down the wine glass in his hand at this time, glanced at Professor Vincent who was leaving, didn't know what he thought, got up and prepared to leave.

The pendant on his chest, triangles, circles, and straight lines reflected a dark glow in the light of the flames.