The door to Durmstrang Castle is a heavy wooden gate. The blue-black gate was covered with vines and wet moss, but despite the foliage, the plants could not hide the delicate fine lines and mysterious magical signs underneath.

It's a door with great magical powers, and only wizards who have stepped through it can truly enter this ancient school.

Maier and Victor trotted some distance before catching up with Professor Malfoy, who was standing in front of the gate, staring up at the blue-black door.

"I suppose Professor Merino must have taken the kid away, right?"

Professor Malfoy withdrew his gaze, he didn't seem to notice anything wrong with their faces, and they still seemed to be harmonious and peaceful.

"Yes, Professor......"

Mel's face was a little pale, and he felt a little suffocated when he thought of the tragic sight of Bergman himself plucking out his own eyes when Professor Malfoy looked at him.

"I'm sorry, Professor, but I think we should hurry."

Victor nudged Mel without a trace, and although his hands and feet were a little cold, he still calmly said to Professor Malfoy.

"Yes."

Professor Malfoy nodded, without elaborating too much on the subject, and turned to step through the castle gate first, entering, followed by the two students.

The castle is full of elaborate hollowed-out decorations, and the medieval majestic armor is clearly placed, and they hold sharp swords, solemnly watching every wizard who enters the castle, as if they are guarding every inch of the castle.

A young wizard kept running past Professor Malfoy, and with some exclamations of "almost late" and the sound of chewing and swallowing food, he walked slowly to the second floor of the castle, through the straight corridor, and into the dark arts classroom.

"The classroom was bigger than I expected."

The Malfoy classroom stood at the back of the classroom, looked at the students who had arrived, nodded, and pulled out his pocket watch.

8:23 a.m.

When Maier and Wickdor followed Professor Malfoy into the classroom, they were seen by a wizard who had a good relationship with them:

"Joyce, Krum."

"Cotton, good morning."

"Hey, why do you feel like your face isn't good?"

"It's fine." Mel replied with a pale face.

Cotton is a short, fat wizard who looks like a walking ball.

And after looking left and right for a while, and not finding the professor, he boldly got down from the flat seat and walked to the back row.

"Oh, thank goodness you're finally here, and I thought you weren't going to be here today, like Horren."

"Horen...... He's not going to come? ”

Mel didn't expect to hear such a powerful news when he first arrived in the classroom, and he was so frightened that he almost bit his tongue.

He glanced at Professor Malfoy, who was looking at them with raised eyebrows, and thought to himself, Cotton, stop talking!

Victor thought the same in his mind.

"yes."

Although Mr. Joyce and Mr. Krum were clamouring wildly, it was a pity that Mr. Cotton did not shine a light on his talent for receptivity, and he continued to speak on his own, as if he could not wait to share:

"Last night he told me that this year's Dark Arts Professor was going to change...... I was happy for a long time, because Professor Rolaud always liked to let me go up and wave my wand...... Well, I mean, Horren said that this year's professor of the dark arts is not very good, and it is said that the school has brought in an unknown wizard...... Whining! Joyce, what are you doing?! ”

Maier reached out and blocked the words that Cotton was about to blurt out with lightning speed before he could say anything else.

"Don't talk about it!"

Mr. Joyce felt like he was going to cry, and he didn't want to see it again.

This will make you vomit your breakfast!

Not very good, little-known Professor Malfoy glanced at the wizards in front of him who didn't know what they were doing, and said casually:

"Mr. Joyce."

"In!"

Meier's hand was forced, and he subconsciously shouted, this time it was really a little loud, so that some of the students in front of him also turned their heads.

"Yo, isn't this Joyce, the big lover? How? Found the love of your dreams? ”

Someone saw Mel and said with a smile.

Mel's face turned red at this, and Cotton felt like he was about to suffocate.

"Woohoo! Joyce! You let go—"

He reached out to pick up the hand that covered his mouth and nose, but today Joyce didn't know what kind of madness he had, and he couldn't pull it off with great strength.

In the end, it was Mr. Krum who stepped forward and pulled off the mouth and nose of the other man.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem—"

Cotton crouched down and coughed frantically, while Mr. Krum whispered:

"Sit down."

Meyer subconsciously glanced at Professor Malfoy, only to see that Professor Malfoy took out a piece of brown paper from his pocket as if he hadn't heard those words.

"Don't look at it, Mr. Joyce."

Noticing Myer's gaze, Professor Malfoy raised his eyes and said, "It's already 8:28, please find a seat as soon as possible." ”

The dark magic classroom has a lot of space, and I don't know if it's because the previous professor didn't like practice, but there are a lot more desks than actually needed, enough for two grades to teach together.

The gray-blue door opens at the end of the classroom, and the professor needs to cross a classroom to get to the front of the lectern and blackboard.

This is similar to Hogwarts, to be precise, several European schools of witchcraft and wizardry, and the interior of the castle seems to be similarly arranged.

I don't know which person made the plan......

Professor Malfoy stood still, watching Mr. Krum and the others walk to the front and find an empty seat to sit down, before bowing his head in contemplation.

"I'm thinking, well, the meditation basin, I might use it today, it's a first-year Liantang ...... in the afternoon."

Professor Malfoy, who had to work hard all day, felt a faint sense of melancholy.

Laborious? No, no, no, it's not hard, it's hard.

And just as Professor Malfoy stood at the end of the classroom and muttered to himself, Cotton, who had recovered himself, angrily shouted to Myer:

"Joyce, what are you doing?!"

"What am I doing?" Mel was almost ready to cry without tears: "You are dead, Orin Cotton!" ”

"How did I die?" Cotton was a little confused when he heard this, "Didn't I mean the professor of dark arts......"

Ancestor, don't talk about it!

Mel almost didn't cover his mouth again.

"Hey, I said Joyce, you were looking for the boy who was almost thrown out of Sita by Mrs. Carolina last night......"

In the front row, a wizard with short black hair turned his head and smiled obscenely.

"Lamotte, shut up!"

"What's wrong, annoyed and angry? You made such a big fuss last night, hehe, are you really going to ...... this year?"

Maier felt that if he continued like this, he would have to die today.

"By the way, who is that kid in the back?"

The topic changed a little quickly, and Maier reacted for a moment before he realized who the brunette boy Ramot was talking about.

"Could it be that that is your first love? Awesome, Joyce, but this morning's first year had Professor Vancent's history of magic, and if you just pull someone over like that, Professor Vancent will definitely look for you. ”

Without giving Mel a chance to explain, Lamotte decided to get up and see what Joyce's first love was.

"I'm going to take a look...... Krum, what are you pulling me for? Is the professor here yet...... Hey, Krum, you like it too......"

Mel almost drew his wand, and he felt that they must not have one of them today!

This man sometimes had the same broken mouth as Professor Harlenius...... Professor Malfoy, who was not deaf, pursed his lips.

Before Mr. LaMotte could finish speaking, Professor Malfoy in the back row of the classroom had already walked down, and the sound of the stone door closing interrupted what Mr. LaMotte was about to blurt out.

"It's 8:30, Mr. Lamotte, please get back to your place."

The brown paper in Professor Malfoy's hand flicked into the air, and the test papers, perfectly written in print, automatically floated to the desks in front of each wizard.

He walked through Lamotte, who was pressed in a chair by Mr. Crum, and stood beside the podium, about his own height, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, either strange, surprised, or deranged, with a voice that was not loud, but very penetrating:

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

First of all, I think I need to introduce myself first to prevent some of the little wizards from making jokes that shouldn't be made. ”

Professor Malfoy's fingers moved slightly, and he was calm, and a piece of English automatically appeared on the blackboard behind him.

"I'm Durmstrang's Professor of the Dark Arts this year, Ranko Malfoy, you can call me Professor Malfoy, or Malfoy, that's fine."

"It's a shame that the previous professor of the dark arts can't see you anymore for some special reasons. But I think I'm excited to succeed Professor Lolaud and continue to teach you young wizards what they're going to need to know about magic in their future lives. ”

"Black magic is a long-standing magic system, its content is complicated, esoteric, weird, distorted, terrifying, I believe that all young wizards should be ready to go deep into this course when you step into the school."

Professor Malfoy's tone was relaxed and he spoke quickly, which made it a little difficult for some students who were not very good at English to listen:

"Now, then, please pick up the quill pens on your desk and answer all the questions on the vellum in forty minutes."

In the dark arts classroom, there was silence for a long time after Professor Malfoy's voice fell, and the little wizard who had intended to condemn Joyce opened his mouth as if he could swallow a whole basket of eggs.

"Fake, fake, right?" Ramot, who was teasing others, swallowed his saliva, wondering if he hadn't woken up from a dream today.

Such a small wizard? Professor? That's not how you play......

Ever since Professor Malfoy, who was not yet on the podium, had spoken, the majority of students had not understood what was going on, so much so that they didn't feel quite right.

As for what's not quite right...... They stared at Professor Malfoy, not knowing for a moment whether to bury their heads down or say something to set the mood.

"Huh?"

Why are you staring at me without speaking?

Do I have a test paper or an answer on my face? Or do you want me to be a bully? Nordic people discriminate against short professors? …… Looking at the wizards who fell silent, Professor Malfoy silently tilted his head, and then, in front of everyone, showed his most "handsome" smile.

Yes, he forgot that he had to take care of these little leeks with love...... No, stupid boy, what he just said was too blunt, well, it must be so.

"If you don't want to be subjected to the unguardable dark arts, I think you should put pen to paper now, right?"

After looking at the row of students who immediately lowered their heads and picked up the quill brush, Professor Malfoy nodded in satisfaction.

That's right, and sure enough, no matter what the situation, it's very important to maintain "nuclear goodness".