Monday, September 2, 1991.

The snow had stopped for a long time, and the silver-white world outside the window looked monotonous.

Professor Malfoy, who has a habit of going to bed early and waking up early, woke up early in the morning.

"Eight thirty to nine fifty, ten to eleven thirty."

The location is the dark arts classroom on the second floor of the castle, and the third-year students are the first "victims" of Professor Malfoy's command this morning.

"It looks pretty good, at least there's plenty of time given."

Reassuring himself, Professor Malfoy put on the wizard's robe embroidered with Durmstrand's blood-red school crest, intending to go to the cafeteria to see what the breakfast was like.

During his first month in Durmstrang, because the students did not return to school, most of the food of the professors in the school was prepared by house-elves and sent directly to the North Tower.

So until now, Professor Malfoy had not personally experienced the "activities" of young people—such as the cafeteria queue to eat.

Although not decent, this scene always reminds Professor Malfoy of something from his previous life.

"I just don't know what the dining environment is like in Durmstrang."

Shrugging, Professor Malfoy tucked some of the items on the table into his pockets and tucked his wand into his cuffs at the same time. And as soon as he was about to open the door and go out, he heard a rhythmic knock outside the door.

"Professor Malfoy."

When he opened the door, Professor Malfoy saw Professor Harlenius, dressed in a Muggle tracksuit, smiling at him.

Professor Malfoy was silent for two seconds, but still did not close the door directly:

"Is there anything wrong with you, Professor Haronnius?"

He remembered that astronomy classes were mostly in the evening, and the astronomy professor didn't need to get up so early, right?

So Professor Harlenius, what are you going to do, what are you going to do?

Professor Harlenius said he didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to invite Professor Malfoy for a morning jog.

"Morning jog?"

Professor Malfoy chewed on the word in his mouth a little confused, and then he heard Professor Harlenius laugh and explain:

"It's arranged by the school, whether it's a professor or a student."

"Every Durmstrang wizard has to complete a jog around the school by eight a.m. except Sundays, for our health and physical reasons."

Before eight o'clock, go around the school for a week......

Professor Malfoy took a step back without a trace, and after a moment's thought, said:

"But I didn't know about it."

Hell, where did the school get this rule?

"Haha, it's not that I haven't had time to talk to you yet...... Needless to say, Professor Malfoy, your first experience, and trust me, it's nice to be able to enjoy the sights of the school and keep fit. ”

Professor Malfoy, you're here.

A smug smile was already on Professor Harlenius' face, he had known that Professor Malfoy didn't like strenuous exercise, whether it was because of his body or for some other reason.

But that's the school's task, Professor Malfoy, you can't be special, it's going to bring bad students, right?

"Professor Haronnius, could your revenge not be so obvious."

Professor Malfoy took another step back, but before he could say "no," Professor Haronius stepped forward, making him almost uninstinctively pull out his wand and throw a spell.

Professor Harlenius grabbed Professor Malfoy, and then preemptively helped Professor Malfoy "gently" close the door to the room.

"Professor Malfoy, let's go, after all, it must be done before eight o'clock, and wizards who can't finish it don't have breakfast."

Professor Malfoy looked at the other man's fully equipped appearance, then at his own wizard's robe that could mop the floor, and was silent for a few seconds, trying to take his wand.

It turned out that Professor Malfoy had one more thing in his hands.

It was a piece of silver, cold to the touch, with symbols drawn in rune script.

"This is a silver medal made by Professor Dan Lin, which can detect if a wizard has used magic."

"The early in the school is to receive the silver medal, and the earlier you go, the richer the sooner, Professor Malfoy."

Professor Halenius explained leisurely.

Professor Malfoy looked at the silver medal in his hand again, and looked up at the smiling Smug Professor Harlenius.

He said why there was no movement last night, well, he was waiting for him here.

"Wait, I'm changing clothes with my wand."

"That's not going to work, Professor Malfoy." The smile on Professor Harlenius' face grew brighter: "The silver medal can react to most spells, and will disappear when the spell is detected. ”

"Of course, Professor Malfoy, you can try to crack it."

But I'll keep an eye on you, don't worry, Professor Malfoy.

Professor Harlenius laughed "hey" when he was old.

This is the equivalent of blocking Professor Malfoy's path.

Is it necessary...... He thought a little crying and laughing.

Professor Harlenius squinted, and the meaning was obvious.

Oh, and as for changing into light clothes, you don't need to use a wand...... The point is, he didn't have Muggle tracksuits either......

When the two of them walked down from the fourth floor, they happened to see Professor Vega, who was dragging a large robe and squirming and squirming as if he was not very comfortable, and Professor Van Sente, who had just come out of the dormitory and changed into a proper sportswear.

"Good morning, Professor Vega, good morning, Professor Van Sent."

Professor Harlenius greeted the two professors, and Professor Vega and Professor Van Sente returned the salute, and when the professors stepped out of the North Tower, Professor Malfoy was swallowed by the cold wind.

"By the way, what about Professor Merino?"

Professor Malfoy is also quite concerned about this professor who may be an admirer of Grindelwald.

"Oh, he's supposed to have left early."

Professor Harlenius said unconcernedly.

"Okay."

Professor Malfoy could see that there seemed to be a lot of people running wild in the snow in the clearing around the castle.

It's really not a dry rice man...... Professor Malfoy sighed in his heart, and then thought of the fate he was about to face.

Wait a minute...... Speaking of the whole castle, how big is it?

A kilometer, or a kilometer?

Professor Harlenius smiled at this.

Professor Dan Lin is generally not in the North Tower, and the five professors in the school, except for the new Professor Malfoy, are already familiar with the school.

Aside from Professor Vega and Professor Malfoy, who also seemed to have forgotten to bring their Muggle tracksuits, the remaining two professors traveled from the North Tower along the chain bridge to Lake Swat, north of the castle.

The word "swat" in Lake Swat itself is the Norwegian word for black, which also means precious glaciers, as well as natural resources.

The lake is magically enchanted and never frozen, and the river never stops.

And by the time Professor Malfoy walked from the North Tower along the chain bridge, even Professor Vega had long since disappeared.

The area around Swat Lake is also quiet and uncrowded.