After a pause, Ranko finally felt a lot better.

"Anyway, why should I torture myself like this?"

He couldn't help but let out a wail in his heart.

Professor Harlenius's "Present Newspaper" came really quickly and urgently.

Well, let's find a way to avoid shortcomings in other ways in the future...... He remembered that there seemed to be a similar function in the ancient scripts.

After making sure that his condition was back to normal at the door of the cafeteria, Professor Malfoy straightened his somewhat wrinkled robe and paced into the cafeteria with the crowd of "sick" students.

Durmstrang's cafeteria is made of blue-gray bricks and tiles, and many flowers and plants are planted around the low walls, so as to divide the semi-enclosed, private cubicles.

The enticing aroma wafting through the air involuntarily opened people's taste buds, and it also made Professor Malfoy, who had not eaten anything since morning, feel tired enough to eat a cow.

"Wake up, you're from the Snake Courtyard, and the Badger Courtyard is unwanted."

Professor Malfoy hypnotized himself, and looked around with a hint of Haronius, but he didn't see Professor Haronnius.

The paper man sat on his shoulder and said:

"We are on the third floor, and the first and second floors are where the students eat."

Some of the things discussed between professors are not appropriate to be disclosed to students.

"Looks pretty good."

"Isn't Professor Malfoy going to come up?" The paper man asked, looking around at Professor Malfoy.

Professor Malfoy rubbed his "old cold legs" and smiled in refusal.

He didn't want to climb the stairs, let alone climb two floors in a row.

Professor Malfoy seriously suspected that he would die on the spot if he climbed two more floors, and he didn't want to walk at all, he just wanted to find a place to sit and rest.

People really can't stand the toss when they're old...... The "living fossils" from the twenties of the twentieth century felt like their bones were about to break as soon as they tossed them.

"Okay." The paper man no longer discussed the topic: "But I think I need to remind Professor Malfoy a little more." ”

"Oh, what?"

Professor Malfoy's gaze swept over the empty space on the first floor, intending to find a slightly more remote place to rest.

"You know, wizards outside of school have always had a lot of complaints about Durmstrang's education in the dark arts."

I'm clear about this, and the school's reputation is not much worse than "finished" now...... Professor Malfoy nodded in understanding.

"So, professors in the school are always going to have special situations."

"This is supposed to be something that has been going on since Grindelwald became famous...... It should be coming soon. ”

Coming soon?

What's coming soon?

Professor Van Sente, can you make it clear, this sentence is not very elegant...... Professor Malfoy made a gesture of listening.

"Owl." The paper man said succinctly: "After the beginning of the school year, there are always a lot of owls coming to the school to deliver things to the professors of the school. ”

Moreover, it is really a "heart-to-heart" send-off.

The kind that fell out of the package and sprinkled the heart, liver, spleen and lungs of the curse on the ground.

"Among them, Professor Danlin, as well as professors who work in the dark arts, receive a lot of them."

Professors like him and Professor Harlenius, who are just ordinary subjects, are in a relatively "safe" situation, and the firepower from wizards from the outside world is basically attracted by the professor of dark arts and the vice principal, Professor Danlin.

As for Principal Karkarov...... Most of the things sent to him also had to be sent to Professor Danlin.

"Send something to the professor?" Professor Malfoy was curious.

He walked leisurely among the students, and asked half-jokingly, half-seriously: "Could it be that someone will send it with an owl, well, some more dangerous items?" ”

For example, a bag of highly venomous spiders, items that make people vomit and diarrhea when touched, or simply a curse-rich black magic artifact.

"Don't worry," said the paper man, "the school does an inspection of the items that come in, and I think Professor Malfoy can handle the rest." ”

"That's right......" Professor Malfoy nodded, indicating understanding, "But Professor Van Sent, what you said makes me a little curious." ”

Isn't this the wizard's version of the blind box?,It's still the free kind.。

Although they should all have been inspected by the school, there should be nothing too dangerous.

So, those wizards felt that Durmstrang as a magic school should not openly teach black arts, and spontaneously joined forces to boycott it?

Professor Malfoy thought it was a little ridiculous.

This is both immoral and illegal, if you can't kill Grindelwald, you will come to the magic school to spread wild, tsk, the quality of wizards now is really not extravagant.

"Then I'll take my leave." Seeing that Professor Malfoy had indeed returned to his normal state, the paper man stood up on his shoulder, bowed gracefully to Professor Malfoy, and flames instantly appeared, spreading all over the paper man's body.

"If there's anything, tell the house-elves and they'll relay it on their behalf."

"Yes, Professor Van Sente."

Professor Malfoy bowed.

The paper figure burned out, leaving not a single piece of debris.

Professor Malfoy then turned his attention to the students around him who were sitting and eating, and a few of the students who were talking loudly while eating, and spouting their mouths full of food.

There are no house-elves in the cafeteria, and all the meals seem to appear on the table out of thin air.

"There are always purebloods who don't like to talk about elegance." The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he thought to himself.

The members of the British Sacred Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Family, if they dare to be so rude at the table, a meal of "fried meat with bamboo silk" should not be able to run.

Shaking his head slightly at the students, Professor Malfoy found a corner, intending to deal with one bite first, and then talk about the rest.

"I'll see, I'll see."

After tucking his wand to his cuffs and holding it ready to be withdrawn, Professor Malfoy adjusted his sitting position to make himself more comfortable, and then placed the silver medal on the table and picked up a delicate menu written in Norwegian and English on the table.

"Dear Professor Malfoy, Kerbuck will be there for you next."

The house-elf's respectful voice reached Professor Malfoy's ears as he took the silver medal from the table, though Professor Malfoy did not see the house-elf named "Kerbuck".

Unless ordered by a wizard, house-elves generally do not appear in front of wizards on their own.

Professor Malfoy nodded dispensably, intending to see what was on the menu first.

"Chinese Food...... Well, there's this option as well...... Would you like a fritter? ”

Add a pancake and soy milk or something, but it doesn't seem to fit the traditional breakfast configuration of English purebloods......

Touching his beardless chin, Professor Malfoy was about to speak when he heard a voice beside him.

"Hey, there's a place in Krum."

The voice was familiar to Professor Malfoy.

When I looked up, I happened to see two students I had just met at last night's dinner.

The three of them looked at each other, and Professor Malfoy blinked, looking very harmless.

He put down the menu in his hand and greeted briskly, "Good morning, Mr. Krum, Mr. Joyce." ”