Professor Harlenius found a place to sit down and watched strongly.

"I just went to dispose of a piece of garbage, what did Malfoy and Director Stricker say?"

A curious Professor Harlenius glanced at the little girl and then at the parchment in Director Strick's hand.

"Looks like you're talking about treatment?"

It's not like it......

No, how could Malfoy's expression have a sense of déjà vu?

Professor Harlenius somehow developed a wonderful sympathy for Director Strick...... Well, he suspected Malfoy had just spoken.

Director Strick's gaze seemed to penetrate, and through Professor Malfoy, he saw the girl behind him playing with the Rubik's Cube with her head down.

"I owe her a lot, a lot of ......"

He seemed to be caught up in some kind of memory, and his expression became a little strange.

If you follow the general plot development, there is always a tearful story at this time, so as to set off his own difficulty.

But Professor Malfoy didn't give him that time.

It's not early now, so let's hurry up and wash up and sleep, don't remember to kill, listen to me, okay.

"Chief Strick, if you don't want to sacrifice that child, then I suggest that your wife bear the side effects of the black magic treatment herself, if you will."

He leaned back, and didn't give Director Strick a chance to speak, and directly said what he had to say: "You are the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic of Iceland, and if you have a problem, it will have an unpredictable impact. ”

"Paralysis is not a terminal illness, and the cure will be easier than potion damage."

As for this victim of a genetic disease...... The Black Arts Cure is still effective, but it will be much more difficult than the average patient.

"You can consider my suggestion, and this kid will also be my student if nothing else."

For the students of the school, he naturally has an obligation to take care of them, and Director Strick can naturally figure out what he wants to say.

Professor Malfoy stood up, the parchment on the table rolling up and jumping into his pocket.

The wand was tucked into the cuffs, and his dark eyes looked straight at the man in front of him, and there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice:

"Director, you have to understand that nothing in the world can go your way."

Director Stricker opened his mouth, but finally didn't say a word.

Professor Malfoy's advice was in his best interest, and he was also implicitly persuading him to fall on his only daughter the side effects of the dark magic cure.

His only daughter had an incurable Muggle disease herself, even if she added a little more to bear some ...... for her mother

Also, once he becomes a student of Durmstrang, the child will also be under the care of Professor Malfoy, and even if there is a problem, it can be solved in time.

It's just paralysis, and in the condition of this child, it's just a paralysis......

It's even good for him.

But......

He was firm in his heart, protecting his wife, and wanted to make up for the child's psychology to some extent, but it was shaken in just a few minutes.

"Professor Danlin will arrange for you later, as you can imagine before making a decision, I won't leave here anytime soon...... Well, good night, Director Strick. ”

Professor Harlenius nodded at Director Strick, and walked out with Professor Malfoy.

There are house-elves in the East Tower, and they don't necessarily need him to entertain them.

Because now the things that Malfoy said were more interesting to him than Director Strick.

"Professor Malfoy."

"Professor Haronius." Professor Malfoy squinted at the astronomy professor, "Is there anything wrong?" ”

The chain bridge outside the East Tower rattled in the cold wind, the sky was already white, and the magic that shrouded Durmstrang was dissipating little by little, returning to the pure white world of daytime.

The dinner had long since ended, and most of the students had returned to Sita to rest, so at a glance, there was no one around.

Professor Harlenius slowed down, almost parallel to Professor Malfoy.

He said firmly and leisurely:

"You've done magic on Director Strick."

When Professor Malfoy heard this, his calm expression suddenly became extremely "panicked".

The emotion on Professor Malfoy's face was like a clear surprise: How did you see that I was so secretive?

When Professor Haronius saw this expression, he suddenly wanted to beat up the dead kid again.

His interest in the matter vanished at once.

Professor Harlenius took a deep breath, rubbed his temples, and said with a somewhat tired expression, "Professor Malfoy, don't you think your expression is too fake?" ”

"Yes?"

Professor Malfoy took out his "self-deception" mirror, and the relief on the mirror had just been reprimanded not long ago, and when it was taken out, he also turned his head away, not looking at his master.

Looking in the mirror, Professor Malfoy regretfully put it away again, his expression returning to his original calm appearance.

"It's just a simple trick...... I just want Director Stricker to think about the stakes and do things with all his heart, which is not a good habit. ”

Professor Harlenius didn't believe a word about this, and he always felt that Professor Malfoy was holding back some bad water.

"You...... Forget it, it's good that you understand it yourself. ”

Professor Haronius whispered to Professor Malfoy:

"Professor Malfoy, I just hope you think about the consequences when you do things."

Killing a werewolf with Arvada in public was already a bit of a challenge to his mental limits.

The school can't stand the toss, Professor Malfoy, you just stop and stop, okay?

"Rest assured, I always know what I'm doing."

Professor Malfoy assured the middle-aged uncle in no uncertain terms.

Why don't I believe it?

Professor Harlenius nodded suspiciously, deciding to tell Professor Danlin all of this later.

"It is better to be happy alone than to be happy with all"...... No, everyone should be mentally prepared or something, he always felt that Malfoy had something to say.

The two walked in a world that was gradually shrouded in wind and snow, and gradually drifted apart.

……

Back in the North Tower, Professor Malfoy got his class schedule.

He glanced at the house-elves who hadn't left yet, and suddenly felt that it would be a good idea for him to leave behind.

"Did Professor Dan Lin give the wrong schedule?"

Professor Malfoy asked with a "smile" and "amiable" to the house-elf.

The house-elf trembled even more, and it took a shuddering step back, only to hit the table leg.

The house-elf, visibly a little nervous, suddenly screamed, grabbing the table leg at once

"Mushroom is a bad elf! Mushroom is a bad elf! ”

Just as it almost crashed into it, Professor Malfoy gave it a "forget-all in the end" with a headache.

"Alright, I got it."

When the cursed house-elf left the room with another burst of chickens and eggs, Professor Malfoy rubbed his head and lay on his back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Well, that's the end of the holiday......"

He doesn't know the words black magic anymore, he's just a child, and the donkeys of the production team don't do this, right?

Professor Dan Lin, child abuse is a crime...... Professor Malfoy, who didn't need face in some things, thought to himself.