For the rest of the day, the paper man did not speak again, as if digesting the phrase "both wizards and Muggles are exploring the realm of God".

Professor Malfoy, on the other hand, is now immersed in the problem of how to solve his breakfast.

"Looks like a variant of the Locator Charm and the Name Charm, with some old medieval reinforcement charms in them...... This is less common. ”

The silver medal in his hand felt a little rough to the touch, and it was very different from the exquisite products that were carefully crafted and placed in the window.

But the knowledge of magic contained in this thing is far from being comparable to those things that are glamorous on the outside.

"Moreover, the silver medal seems to have a certain relationship with the school, and it is difficult to crack it in a short period of time."

Violent dismantling is fine, but this thing will also become scrap metal later.

"Professor Harlenius told me, well, look at you, Professor Malfoy."

"You can choose to take the silver medal apart, but I don't think Professor Malfoy will be able to enjoy it early this morning." ”

Paper figurines, this kind of witchcraft from East Asia, is very interesting, a little different from the traditional theory of charms, and looks more agile, oh, of course, terrifying.

In the middle of the night, the paper figure of the third watch hung outside the window and swayed, and its power was no less than that of black magic, and even more than that.

Professor Malfoy only shook his head, thinking to himself that Professor Harlenius really had a heart.

I don't know if I'll be able to eat this morning...... He looked at the long road in front of him, and for a moment he didn't know whether to cheat or blow up the silver medal.

"Why don't you run?"

Professor Malfoy doesn't like strenuous exercise, and thinks it's ungraceful, but he is still a little self-aware of his physical shortcomings.

In some cases, fast movement and quick spellcasting are skills that wizards must master, and Durmstrang prohibits apparitions, which will be a major weakness if he does not have the physical strength to do so.

But the point is that the dress doesn't fit well, and Professor Malfoy can't accept that.

Sweating is not only sticky, but also physically uncomfortable, and wizard robes themselves aren't meant to be used for strenuous exercise, right?

"Besides, the body may not be able to withstand it, the magic that hid Grindelwald's spell has not been lifted, and the body has not returned to its original state, which in itself will limit my physical strength."

Professor Malfoy, who was about to think about what to do, walked forward for a while when the teacup suddenly appeared beside him.

"Teacup great host."

Teacup bowed, bowed to Professor Malfoy, and said to him:

"Stricken, Director of the Icelandic Ministry of Magic, I hope to meet you soon."

Director Strick made a decision in one night?

Professor Malfoy was slightly surprised, but it was clear that there was something more important waiting for him now.

After all, his wife and daughter, those two big problems are not at all something that can be solved in a short period of time.

"More on that later...... You go and talk to Director Strick......"

Let him think about breakfast first...... Huh, wait.

"Teacups."

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy."

"Can you get food from the house-elves?" He asked suddenly.

Although he had been able to hold food in the pocket with the Traceless Stretch, the existing conditions did not require him to do so, and he did not have time to guard against Professor Harlenius's "miracle" today.

Teacup, as his house-elf, will 100% follow his orders, and it should be no problem to get something out of the school kitchen.

"There's no problem with that." Teacup said, "But Professor Danlin said before that house-elves are not allowed to take food out of the kitchen during breakfast. ”

Do you want to prevent unmotivated wizards from prevaricating on this......

"Okay."

Professor Malfoy could only think helplessly: "Although there are many loopholes in this kind of regulation, I can also order Teacup to do ......"

But apparently, Professor Danlin didn't intend for them to get around this easily.

However, as long as you prepare food in advance, then this so-called morning run in the morning can also be relied upon, and there is breakfast anyway...... Of course, there is a high probability that the little wizard who does not know the spells such as the Traceless Stretching Charm will not be able to hide the food at all, and will soon be caught under the gaze of the domestic elf.

"Tell Director Stricker to come back at noon, as a professor, there are still things that need to be done."

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy."

After the teacup disappeared, the paper man asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

Rolling up his sleeves a bit, Professor Malfoy tucked his cuffed wand into his pocket.

He sighed and said, "Naturally, I can't live up to Professor Harlenius's kindness. ”

Does running really work? Why did he not believe it so much?

If you have this kung fu, you might as well go and read books, write ancient magic texts, walk phoenix eggs or something.

……

At a quarter past seven, Professor Malfoy, whose legs trembled, finally reached the door of the cafeteria.

He felt his throat dry, and his legs didn't look like his own.

"Half, half an hour......"

Professor Harlenius didn't do it perfectly, and although it was a circle around the castle, it was for most of the seniors.

Professor Malfoy had only run about a tenth of the way when he noticed that the symbol on the silver medal in his hand had dimmed and the paper figure controlled by Professor Vincent had been alerting, but that alone made him feel bad.

"So who the hell invented this school rule?"

He's not, he's not a Quidditch player with no extra energy to vent, as a wizard, and a wizard who has been lying on his body for fifty years, this run almost killed him today.

There were also many students around, like Professor Malfoy, who were obviously tired, so standing motionless at the door of the cafeteria was not extraordinary.

The school's cafeteria is also not part of the castle, but is located on the west side of the castle and is a three-storey building made of blue-gray stone bricks.

Its structure is similar to that of a cylindrical library, but the air is filled not with the smell of books, but with the subtle smell of a variety of foods.

Professor Malfoy didn't know for a moment whether he should pour the acid water from his stomach or go in to eat.

His little face was pale, and his already pale skin revealed an abnormal color.

"Are you alright?" Seeing Professor Malfoy's abnormal face, the paper man couldn't help but ask.

“…… It's okay, ahem, let me ...... slowly."

Professor Malfoy pulled his wand out of his pocket, ready to heal himself.

"I'm also a therapist, ahem, the licensed kind, my body I know in my own heart, thank you for your kindness, Professor Fancent."

Only then did the paper man give up his plan to call people.

……

On the third floor of the cafeteria, Professor Vincent looked at Professor Harlenius, who was sitting with him.

Professor Harlenius smiled and said, "How's Malfoy doing?" ”

You should have learned a lesson...... He thought to himself.

After all, he had such a big mess last night.

"Professor Malfoy doesn't seem to be aware of the school's rules."

Professor Van Sente pondered for two seconds and said to Professor Harlenius, "Professor Harlenius, I think it's better for you to go and see him." ”

"What happened?"

The fork in Professor Haronnius' hand stopped there, his mouth slightly open.

"Professor Malfoy doesn't look very good."

What does that look like...... It looks like a corpse that has been soaked in water for decades.