Mel Joyce was stunned for a moment.

"You, you, you......" Professor Malfoy looked at him in a strange way.

"May I have any questions, Mr. Joyce?"

Seeing Meyer and Mr. Victor Krum approaching, Professor Malfoy crossed his hands in front of his knees and asked rather gently.

The two men were third-graders whom he had seen on the roster.

By the way, Victor Krum, this man should be the warrior of the Triwizard Tournament Sidem Strong, right?

Quidditch Seeker...... Or something else, the impression is not too deep, go back and use the meditation basin to comb through this memory and then take a look.

"No...... No...... Nothing ......."

Mel's face flushed again, and just as he was about to say, "I'm sorry," he heard the blonde boy in front of him say:

"If you don't mind, can you dine with me, I don't think there should be too many places on the first floor now."

He also wanted to see what the overall level of Durmstrang students was, which would be related to the overall efficiency of teaching going forward.

Miss Clendel is good enough, but she is only representative of a small group of people.

Besides, if Miss Clendell, who is the president of the student council, cannot be counted as 'excellent,' then Durmstrang's overall level must be re-evaluated.

"Why don't you take a test?"

He suddenly remembered the 'preliminary exam' that often happened in the first moment of each grade in his previous years, and thought it was a good idea.

Mel swallowed back the words he was about to utter, and just as his mind went blank, Wickdor behind him sighed, "Joyce, time is running out. ”

Maier took two steps forward with some awkwardness, and sat down opposite the blonde boy in a precarious position.

"Kerbuck, I'm sorry for you."

Professor Malfoy said casually.

The house-elf kerback didn't speak, and the new menu soon appeared in front of the two Durmstrang students.

As a competent house-elf, this kind of problem is not a problem.

Seeing the new menu appear, Professor Malfoy will also lower his head again, thinking about what to order.

The air seemed to fall silent all of a sudden, and Mel stared at the menu in front of him, as if he was about to make it Avada, and Victor couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

He remembered the folly of the previous night, and in the middle of the night he devoured the notes he had inquired about at the sound of Mrs. Carolina's roar.

"Let's have a rice porridge......"

Professor Malfoy thought about it and decided that it would be better to eat something light.

"I want it too!"

When Maier heard this, he immediately followed, and he was so embarrassed that Professor Malfoy looked at him again.

"I said, I want a rice porridge too." Maier noticed the gaze coming from the other side, and muttered something in a silly whisper.

So, what's wrong with this baby? Mania? Or is it a two-way barrier?

Professor Malfoy muttered to himself.

Victor sighed and explained to the blonde boy in front of him, "I'm sorry, he was a little too excited last night. ”

The silver medal in his hand was taken away by the house-elf, and Maier couldn't help but raise his head and glared at Wickdor who was speaking ill of him next to him.

What does it mean to be overly excited? He didn't do anything well last night!

"Is that so?"

Ranko nodded, and didn't say whether he believed it or not.

Mel swallowed, and was about to say a few words when he heard some strange noises.

It was like the sound of countless owls fluttering and screaming.

And it was this voice that reminded Maier of something bad. He swallowed his saliva and asked Victor on the side as if to verify it, "I remember, I seem to have said that this year's Dark Arts Professor has changed, right?" ”

"Hmm." Victor nodded, looking at Professor Malfoy in front of him.

"Gollum, I don't know if the new Dark Arts Professor can handle it, it should be on the third floor......"

But before he could finish speaking, the screams of students suddenly came from around.

He couldn't help but look to the side, and saw countless owls rushing in from the main entrance of the cafeteria, black and oppressive, like countless bats with outstretched wings, and the number was terrifying.

Vast expanses of owls were like sharp spears, beating chickens and eggs everywhere they went, students who had never seen such a scene shouted, some young wizards had already picked up their wands, and some had already run out of the cafeteria with their heads in their hands.

"What's going on?!"

Under the terrible 'noise' of the owl, Mel couldn't help but cry out loudly, and only then did he barely let his voice out.

Wait, this, this picture, how does he have a feeling that these owls are coming for them?

To his horror, Maier discovers something terrible.

"There are so many "couriers" at the beginning of the school year, which is much more lively than Hogwarts in the morning. ”

Professor Malfoy waited with great interest for food when he saw the owls, seemingly, as if, perhaps, probably coming in his direction.

Forehead......

The owl seems to have a similar effect to the locating spell?

Wait, this is what Professor Vincent said were sent by those "passionate" wizards?

Professor Malfoy's face changed slightly, and he noticed that many of the owls in the black flock were dirty, as if they hadn't been taken care of in a long time.

The sound in my ears grew louder and louder, as if dozens of shouting letters were singing a swan song in my ears. Many of the surrounding students couldn't stand the sound of owls, and even if the house-elves appeared and cast strange magic, they couldn't completely eliminate the terrible noise.

Someone finally couldn't take it anymore, and vulgar scolding rang out, and at the same time spells slashed through the air, hitting the source of the terrible noise.

However, the little wizard's spell did a drop in the bucket to a group, and the rest, more, the owls that poured into the cafeteria one after another rushed to a corner as if they were being guided.

No! Wait a minute! Is it really coming towards him?!

Professor Malfoy was horrified to find this.

The wand in his sleeve slipped down, and black stains appeared from the tip of the wand, and he flung it into the sky without hesitation, bursting from the air like fireworks.

In the next second, the eyes of the surrounding students seemed to be "wild beasts", and the owls rushing over seemed to have been collectively hit by the "silence spell", and their inciting wings stopped suddenly, and then turned their heads at a terrible speed to escape, and collided with the owls arching forward behind them, and the sky suddenly fell feathers and various bird droppings intertwined.

The whole disaster.

Professor Malfoy's wand slid swiftly, and all the filth was picked up by an invisible force and thrown into the cloth bag that the house-elf had taken out at some point.

"What just happened?!"

", those owls drank the manic potion, right?! What kind of bird madness do they make?! ”

In the midst of the angry scolding of the surrounding students, the sharp-eyed people noticed what the owl had dropped on the ground.

"What is this?"

Some students picked it up curiously, but before he could open the red envelope in his hand, the envelope suddenly floated in front of him, unfolded, and grew out of his mouth.

"It's a roaring letter."

Someone recognized it, and at the same time, there were a lot of shouting letters around, which didn't give people time to clean up at all, and they didn't even need anyone to take them apart before they rang out, one after another, echoing each other.

In an instant, all the students on the first floor were "immersed" in the shouts of various languages mixed with the hoarsing and hissing of letters.

Professor Malfoy's eyes twitched, and he suddenly wanted to quit again.

He overestimated the brains of the wizards who had nothing to do.