So, what's going on?

Professor Malfoy looked at Professor Harlenius's back in confusion, and finally could only rub his head, lamenting how complicated the world was now.

"What's going on with this group of post-50s, could it be that I'm really old and can't keep up with the times?"

I can't.

"Teach, Professor, Professor Malfoy......"

Professor Malfoy looked at Mr. Michael Joyce, the "little stammerer", "Any questions?" Mr. Joyce? ”

Looking at Professor Malfoy's "pure" gaze, Mr. Joyce only felt that the things he had thought before were really ...... Really......

He wanted to cry without tears, and suddenly he was glad that his thoughts had not been fully revealed.

"You, no, you're, you're our professor of dark arts this semester?"

Although Professor Harlenius himself admitted it, Mr. Joyce was still a little incredulous...... He always felt like he had made a mistake!

Professor of Dark Arts...... He turned out to be a professor of dark arts? Such a young child?! What the hell does the school think??

Mr. Krum, who was on the side, sighed inwardly, and suddenly felt that Joyce was a little pitiful.

Oh, although he almost attacked the child, he didn't deserve sympathy at all.

"Professor Dan Lin should have made an introduction to personnel transfers."

Professor Malfoy said as if he had not noticed the contradiction or tangle in Meier's tone.

Although that was only a passing incident at last night's dinner, it was not too much to say.

It seems like...... Is there such a thing...... The two students, who hadn't listened to what Professor Danlin was talking about at all last night, suddenly got a little impression when they heard Professor Malfoy say this.

"Alright, it's almost time."

Pulling out a dark gold pocket watch from his pocket, Professor Malfoy snapped it open, glanced at the time, and then stood up.

The automatic quill and brown paper on the table also floated, rolled up and automatically floated into Professor Malfoy's pocket, in an orderly manner.

"Mr. Joyce, Mr. Krum, I think we should go to the classroom too."

As for Professor Harlenius...... Forget it, let's talk about it later...... Professor Malfoy felt that he should really understand why the "young people" of this society are so strange.

……

As the school's professor of dark arts, today is the first time in Professor Malfoy's life that he has been taught.

As for whether you are nervous or not...... As a pure-blood wizard who claims to be powerful enough, nervousness is a negative and negative emotion in itself.

A decent wizard should be able to face any difficulties calmly.

Even if there is a situation that is inexperienced and difficult to deal with, you should drag the difficulty to the same situation as yourself, and then use your excellent brain to crush it.

Oh, sure, a little black magic isn't too much, right?

That's what a pure-blood wizard does...... Professor Malfoy was very pleased with his position.

Walking from the cafeteria to the tall castle, you can see many students who go to class because they don't have enough time to go to class because they don't have enough time to go to class.

Most of them are students who can't catch up with meals because the time difference between the holidays and school cannot be reversed, resulting in late morning wakes up, or simply walks all the way to complete the morning exercise index.

"Yo, Joyce."

There were students passing by.

This is a big tall wizard wearing a blood-red coat with prominent facial features, which is particularly conspicuous.

"Bergman."

Mel frowned and moved to the side, looking a little disgusted by the man.

Professor Malfoy, on the other hand, was still thinking about this morning's lesson, and he didn't pay any attention to the extra people next to him.

"Isn't this Krum? Why, you're still with this kid? ”

The man known as Bergman was also a third-year student at the school.

I don't know if it's because of the Nordic wizard genes, but most of Durmstrang's students are tall. Even a fourteen-year-old wizard is more oppressive in terms of appearance and size than most adult wizards in England.

The sorcerer, with his Nordic characteristics, reached out and patted Wickdor on the shoulder, as if provocatively to show Meier on the side that he had a good relationship with Mr. Krum.

"Bergman."

Mr. Krum's voice didn't change.

"Don't be so cold, Victor."

Bergman smiled, which looked rather unfortunate to Meier's eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

When Meyer wasn't talking to Professor Malfoy, he looked like a "steel cannon", and his words were full of unhappiness.

Bergman was a thorn in the coffin from the start, but his father was a high-ranking official in the Icelandic Ministry of Magic, and the school turned a blind eye most of the time when he didn't make a mistake of principle.

Because of this, this person can be described as a high-flying man in school.

"Didn't I see my classmates happy, right, Joyce."

Bergman seemed to have gotten used to Meyer's attitude, and when he heard this, he was only contemptuous, not taking him seriously at all.

And when he glanced around, he saw Professor Malfoy, who had been keeping his head down, walking briskly to keep up with them.

"This is the little wizard you looked for all night?"

Bergman seemed to remember something, and laughed "poof", "Joyce, you're okay with your brain, right?" ”

"Who do you say has something wrong with your brain?!"

Melton paused, and the emotion in his eyes suddenly changed from disgust to unkindness.

"What the hell are you trying to say? Bergman, I'm telling you, don't stir things up for me here, I put up with what happened last time, if you dare to ......"

"If I dare?"

Bergman laughed, "What if I dare you, to tickle me with your soft wand?" ”

"You!" Mel's face turned purple with anger.

"Alright." Victor grimaced and removed the hand from his shoulder.

"Hey, Victor, are you sure you want to be friends with this cartilage, or a psychopath? Believe me, if I were you, I would stay away from him immediately! ”

He looked at Mel Joyce, who was a head shorter, and despite Mr. Krum's kind dissuasion, he said with pity to Professor Malfoy, who was obviously disturbed by their words:

"Listen, little wizard, if you want nothing to happen at school next, you'd better stay away from this neurotic......"

But when he saw Professor Malfoy's face when he looked up, his expression instantly became very playful.

"Oh, so Joyce you like this bite...... Little wizard, if your ass is really 'uncomfortable', hehe......"

The first sentence was addressed to Mel, and the latter was addressed to Professor Malfoy, whose eyes flashed with light.

"Mr. Bergman."

The professor of dark arts clearly didn't look angry.

Meier's face suddenly became even more ugly when Bergman said these words.

Victor frowned, thinking badly.

A professor, especially a professor of dark arts, heard such words that bordered on insults...... No matter how gentle a wizard is, it's impossible to laugh it off!

"Oh, so you know me."

Bergman, completely oblivious to the change in the faces of the other two students, condescended to Professor Malfoy and said like a pitiful puppy on the side of the road:

"That's easy, tsk, or you just follow me, I'll make you happy......"

Before Bergman could finish his next words, a pair of pitch-black pupils suddenly touched as far as his eyes could see.

He froze in place for a moment.

What kind of eyes are they?

A pair of black eyes are like the most brilliant gems in the world, wrapped in flawless white, shining brightly.

Bergman could see his own reflection in those eyes, and he could see his figure wrapped in the hottest blood-red.

It's beautiful.

It's beautiful, it's beautiful......

Suddenly, a thought arose in his heart that he wanted to take those eyes for himself.

And this kind of thought, weird, reached its peak in an instant the moment it just appeared.

He forgot himself, forgot his purpose, forgot where he was.

"I want to."

Only this simple thought remained in his heart.

Mr. Bergman, who is used to flying and domineering, always takes and grabs as long as he likes something.

Even if it's not what he deserves.

The strong thought made Mr. Bergman, who had unconsciously fallen into darkness, reach out and want to touch those eyes.

"Mr. Sit Bergman."

Professor Malfoy's lips twitched, and his low, soft voice was ethereal and distorted.

The two seem to have entered a world that no one can reach.

His voice sounded to Bergman's ears like an invitation to the strongest emotions.

The smile on Mr. Bergman's face grew larger, and the next moment, his hand touched the pair of black jewels in the world.

The warmth of the touch made him smile wide, and the corners of his mouth were almost to the base of his ears illogically.

"Little wizard, your eyes are my ......"

"It's my ......"

He pressed slightly with great satisfaction.

Amid the stiff gazes of the two students and the screams of the students around him, Mr. Sit Bergman did not hesitate to use his own hand to remove his left eye.

Blood poured out of the black hole's eyes, instantly staining the cloak and collar red, and then flowing to the ground, forming a crystal of blood.

Mr. Bergman did not feel the slightest pain.

With a happy expression, he held his blood-soaked left eye:

"Mine! Ha ha! It's mine! ”

While laughing, he raised his eyes as if holding a treasure, raised his head, looked up at the pure white of the sky, and laughed!

"This is mine!"

Lunatic! Lunatic!

There were already students around him who looked at Bergman who was laughing and couldn't say a word, and some of the little wizards saw this situation for the first time, and their feet trembled and almost fell to the ground.

Professor Malfoy stood in front of Bergman with a bright smile, his expression as usual, and he did not even look a little surprised or frightened at the sight of this terrifying image.

It's like seeing a piece of garbage moving.

"Mr. Joyce, Mr. Krum."

His voice brought the two students beside him back to their senses in an instant.

"Let's go, we're going to be late."

Really, a waste of time.

Professor Malfoy blinked, letting the film cover his eyes again.

What should I eat for lunch...... He thought with some confusion.