By the time Professor Harlenius hurried down from the third floor, the first floor was in shambles.

The shredded roaring letters, accompanied by burning flames and violent explosions, as well as some glowing red envelopes that were still "speaking freely", were all pounding on the professor's nerves.

"Malfoy!"

He shouted in shock, but the chaos of the sea of people, how could Professor Harlenius find Professor Malfoy so easily?

He drew his wand and shouted:

"FubuteUbcabtaten!"

The power of the magic, with the incantation shouted by Professor Haronnius, stopped the screaming and burning roaring letters in an instant.

Spell Termination Spell, as long as the caster is strong enough, can use this spell to stop it from working.

The envelope was suspended in the air by an invisible force, and then it was torn apart by a spell from Professor Haronnius, and the shards were scattered all over the ground, finally ending the unexpected 'hustle'.

And with the professor's emotional spell, the entire cafeteria fell silent.

The students on the second floor probed their heads to see through the gap in the corner of the stairs to see what was going on on the first floor, but the next moment they caught the glare of Professor Harlenius and burrowed back like a turtle.

Student 1: Professor Harlenius is horrible QAQ.

Student 2: The professor is really being played by black magic! Former Professor Harlenius, come back!

The little wizards who watched the excitement didn't dare to touch Professor Haronnius's moldy head at all.

On the first floor, the students who survived the disaster also looked at Professor Harlenius, who was standing at the top of the stairs with a not very good-looking face.

"Professor......

Some students shouted timidly, but Professor Harlenius ignored his own students this time.

He glanced around with a serious face, only to find Professor Malfoy in the corner who had clearly set up a protective spell and had not been affected.

Okay, he doesn't want to hit the child now, he wants to eat the child now.

The roaring letter that rang out just now almost didn't make him a fool.

Malfoy, what's wrong with you?

Professor Harlenius strode down the stairs, but just then a house-elf appeared in front of him, forcing him to stop.

"Professor Haronius." The house-elf wore a chef's hat and a faint smell of milk, as if he had just come out of the kitchen.

And its reaction also shows that it is also a very calm kind among the house-elves.

The house-elf, in the chef's hat, with a characteristic high-pitched voice, respectfully asked Professor Harlenius, whose face was slightly ugly:

"What do I need to do here? You know, we don't have the authority to dispose of wizards' items, even if they're scrap. ”

"You just clean up and get back to the way you were."

Professor Harlenius took a deep breath, "This time we didn't think it through, so I'm sorry for you. ”

"Please don't say that!" The 'chef's hat' voice suddenly rose up, as if it touched its bottom line: "We were born to serve wizards!" Your orders will never be a nuisance! ”

"Okay, okay."

Professor Harlenius rubbed his head, to be honest, house-elves had never been very good at dealing with them.

This kind of servile magical creature has become an indispensable part of the entire wizarding world.

But he really didn't quite fit in with the deferential and often startled house-elves, which made him feel like he was going to have a nervous breakdown sooner or later...... Well, he now thinks Malfoy too!

At the very moment that Professor Harlenius was tripped by the house-elves, Professor Malfoy had already put away his wand and took an automatic quill and a blank piece of parchment from his pocket as if nothing had happened, and placed them on the table.

"It's a roaring letter?!"

Coming back from the horror just now, Maier suddenly seemed to have opened the second pulse of Ren Du, and incredibly shouted to the only two listeners present, unable to control the volume:

"My Merlene! I've never seen so many howling letters in my life! You see, Krum, where the hell did those yelling letters come from?! Oh my God, this is a disaster! ”

"I know, Joyce, I saw it." Victor rubbed his ears, obviously ravaged by the terrible sight just now.

Although the last voices seemed to be cut off by some strange force, before Professor Haronnius arrived.

"But who are those shouting letters addressed to? I've only seen so many yelling letters before in the complaint box of the Ministry of Magic, or when I was yelling at some dark wizard who deserves to be in prison, oh my God, I must go back and talk to my mother......"

'Prison Dark Wizard' Professor Malfoy glanced at Mr. Michael Joyce, whose mouth was now on fire, and directed the quill pen next to him to write down the English words one by one.

"I'll have a rice porridge too." Victor came to his senses and said to the house-elf who had been waiting for a long time.

The house-elves also took the menu from the table with the same trepidation, and then left to prepare for the breakfast of several wizards.

"Are you eating enough, Krum......"

Mr. Mel Joyce's voice stopped suddenly, and he realized that he and Krum were not the only ones here.

Maier subconsciously turned his head, but when he saw that Professor Malfoy was completely ignoring him, he remembered what he had just looked.

"Ahhh

Thank you, the dark wizard in the prison has black magic in his eyes, but he doesn't have the character of a little wizard.

Professor Malfoy thought to himself about the types of questions he had asked on his previous exams, sifting out the parts he should have mastered in the third grade, and asked the quills to write them down.

On the vellum, the sound of writing with an automatic quill rattled, and Mel's attention gradually shifted from his shattered persona to Professor Malfoy in front of him.

He remembered the information he had gathered the night before...... There is no wizard in the freshman who matches the blonde boy in front of him.

"Is it really a transfer student?"

No, the transfer student can't stop his determination, well, as the next head of the Joyce family, how could he be defeated by such a small difficulty?

Mr. Victor Krum, unlike Mr. Mel Joyce, had sensed something was wrong when he calmed down and saw the words written on the quill beside Professor Malfoy.

Durmstrang is a famous school of magic and wizardry in Europe, and the use of a series of magical items reinforced with "automation charms", including automatic quills, is prohibited in the school.

In this regard, the vice president, Professor Dan Lin, has explicitly forbidden students to use similar products, which is impossible for students of the school not to know.

Moreover, the little wizard in front of him has been vaguely giving him the strange sense of separation since he appeared, as well as the spell just now......

"Horses! You! Good fortune! ”

A deep voice made Professor Malfoy raise his head, and when he saw that it was Professor Harlenius, he suddenly looked frightened, and seemed to stutter a little:

"Ha, Professor Haronnius......"

"What are you doing?"

Professor Harlenius glanced at the staffing, well, two students, it seemed to be Mr. Victor Krum and Mr. Mel Joysay, who were in the third year.

It's good, don't bother.

Professor Harlenius pouted, motioning for Professor Malfoy to sit inside.

He's going to have a good conversation with this, well, professor of dark arts.

Let's stop hurting each other, that's all.

The result, of course...... Not good.

- After all, Professor Malfoy never knew what the point meant.

Looking at Professor Harlenius's tall body, Professor Malfoy suddenly "shivered".

He suddenly lowered his head, his shoulders twitched, and the quill next to him stopped writing.

At first glance, I actually feel that the dark magic professor in front of me is very aggrieved?

Professor Harlenius: ???

Malfoy, what kind of death are you? The students around me are watching!

Mel and Wickdore, who looked at Professor Harlenius, also didn't react at once, but when Mehr wanted to speak, they heard a few phrases barely popping out under Professor Harlenius's distorted expression:

"Professor Malfoy, as a professor of dark arts, can you look like a professor?"

Facing the stares of the students around him, Professor Harlenius felt that if he didn't explain a few words, he might really be smacked to death by the world's gaze.

After all, Malfoy's image is really too deceptive.

As for him......

Oh, hehe, last night's social death smile plus today's scene, it's over.