Professor Malfoy's Dark Arts course was not as "intense" and "exciting" as some students thought at first.

On the contrary, the plain one is like boiled water, which can't make a little wave.

On September 2, 1991, Durmstrang's first Dark Arts class began on brown paper, and many students who claimed to be excellent were stressed by the complicated and cumbersome theory of magic and some of the more than conventional questions.

Topic: 3.

As a relatively advanced form of protection spells, please briefly describe the conditions under which the Loyalty Charm can be activated, the restrictions on the spell, and the corresponding counterspells (or provide more than one way to break the effectiveness of the spell).

Topic: 9.

The International Confederation of Wizards has decreed that dark magic creatures with powerful magical powers, such as Dementors, should be regulated. British Wizarding Prison, Azkaban is the only wizarding prison in the world guarded by dark magic creatures, the wizarding prison is under the full supervision of the British Ministry of Magic, and any wizard who triggers the corresponding law should be immediately put into Azkaban and transferred to the dementor guard.

Please briefly describe the definition of "Dementor Kiss".

Topic: 11.

In Charms, magic generally has a corresponding counterspell or breaking spell, and its role is very important. Please briefly describe the similarities and differences in the definitions of anti-spell and spell-breaking in the field of charms.

Topic: 13.

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Topic: 15.

Please give us a brief overview of your views and views on the dark arts.

The professor of dark arts, who looked not very old, stood by the podium, and his gestures showed a unique British elegance.

It's a pity that the little wizards present have no intention of appreciating it.

Ranko held a teacup from a house-elf and stood on the podium casually observing the dark arts classroom.

"The protective spell is quite complete, and I shouldn't need to replenish it anytime soon."

Taking a sip of the lukewarm tea in his cup, Professor Malfoy looked at the ceiling, thought for a moment, and then prepared to add spells later.

The Castle and the Protective Charms used by former Dark Arts Professors, while powerful, still break down over time and are something that needs regular maintenance.

Located on the second floor of the castle, this dark magic classroom is close to the east tower, and from the row of windows, you can see the white mountain snow and many iron ropeways that seem to hang in mid-air.

To the left of the podium is a small wooden door, which leads to nowhere. On the right side of the window, there is a row of shelves, on which nothing is placed, and it seems that someone has taken it away.

Because of the daylight, even if the candles are not lit, the light outside the window is enough to illuminate the interior of the castle. There weren't any plants here, of course, Professor Malfoy guessed that it was because the previous professor of the dark arts had "left" in too much of a hurry, and the house-elves had cleaned up for him.

"The Curse of Faithfulness...... Dark Magic ......"

Maier scratched his ears and cheeks, staring dryly at the English on the vellum.

For some reason, his previous agitation and panic were gradually calming down, and his whole person's attention was attracted by the ordinary brown paper.

But soon, the previous feeling of irritability came back spontaneously, but with a different object.

"The point is that I won't either!"

He tilted his head slightly, only to see the brown paper in front of Mr. Krum, who was sitting next to him...... A blank slate?

Mel opened his mouth, but the next second Professor Malfoy's voice rang in his ears.

"Please pay attention to the review questions."

He subconsciously looked up, but Professor Malfoy didn't look at him.

The wizards around him still held the quill in their hands, and it seemed that they had not heard the reminder of the dark magic professor at all, and they were still working hard to write.

It seemed like he was the only one who heard it.

It's a reminder and a warning.

After all, this level of volume has to look at other people's, so it's not interesting.

Mel lowered his head in some shame, but looking at the questions on the paper, he could write two sentences of the fifteen questions.

No one informed me that I had an exam today...... It's not just Mel, but a lot of young wizards who have gone crazy for a summer vacation have forgotten even the simplest spells.

These basic knowledge are no less than an early final exam for some young wizards.

The battle was fierce, and the army was basically wiped out...... Professor Malfoy could have guessed just by looking at his expression.

"Teach, Teach ......"

"Mr. Cotton."

He put down the teacup in his hand and looked at the nervous little fat man.

"Well, can you ......?"

I don't know if it's because of the heat or because of the words I said before, but when the little fat man faced Professor Malfoy, who felt that he was quite gentle, sweat kept falling from his forehead, which was very different from the weather in northern Europe.

"I want to go to the bathroom."

He said to the professor of dark arts, almost crying.

Professor Malfoy was silent for two seconds and nodded, "Go ahead, but the time consumed won't be left for you." ”

"No, it's okay!"

Cotton was allowed to burst out of Myer's side like a burning butt.

The sound of the stone door opening behind him made Mel a little unable to sit still.

"Write two sentences blindly, no matter what, you have to fill it up." He doesn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, fill in the paper first!

Fill it up at least to be able to comfort yourself.

Professor Malfoy ignored the little wizards scribbling on vellum, and took out a roll call book of his own from his pocket and flipped to the third-year page.

"Durmstrang has thirty-nine students in his third year, five of whom have been transferred, so it's thirty-four."

The names written on the roll call are magical, and they are magical items that are closely associated with the school, allowing the professor to determine whether the wizard standing in front of him is himself.

Glancing at the students sitting in the classroom, Professor Malfoy had the right number in mind.

"Thirty, four still missing, which should include Ethan Hollen who skipped class, and Seit Bergman who was lying in the school infirmary."

As for where are the other two......

Professor Malfoy paced to the window, slowly pulling out a red envelope from his pocket that he had seen in the morning.

"Whatever the reason, it's always wrong for a child to skip class."

The little-known professor of dark arts thought so.

"Dear Mr. Ethan Hollen, your professor of dark arts is in the dark arts classroom, and I sincerely hope that you will return to the classroom as soon as possible......"

The automatic quill pen briskly scribbled a paragraph on the red envelope, and after dropping the recipient's name, Professor Malfoy gently pressed it against the cold window, allowing the red envelope to pass through the sealed glass.

And this red envelope with the "sincere" blessing of the black magic professor was automatically folded in half into the shape of a paper airplane under the gaze of Lan Keguang, and flew away in the distance on the icy biting wind.

"I'm here waiting for you to come back~"

For some reason, Professor Malfoy had the song in his head, making him want to laugh.

"It's not to be angry, but judging from the situation, Durmstrang's situation has really gotten worse."

So how the hell did Karkaroff become the principal?

The heavy stone door reopened, and Professor Malfoy saw two other absent wizards standing at the entrance to the back of the classroom.

Behind them stood Cotton, who had just gone out.

"Professor."

One of the two students was a strong man, but his legs were a little unnatural, and he limped a little strangely.

Another student saw Professor Malfoy like a mouse meets a cat, and Ranko wondered if he had Parkinson's or not.

"Mr. Craig, Mr. Belku."

Professor Malfoy walked up to the three students, looked at Cotton, who was blocked outside, and said calmly:

"Mr. Cotton, please go in first."

"Okay, okay, Professor." Cotton nodded, and with another unfit trot, ran back to his position.

"And Mr. Craig, Mr. Belku, what's going on?"

Professor Malfoy wasn't aggressive, he looked more like a normal chat.

But the two students in front of them whose names were read out of their minds were not acting normally.

"Professor, we went to the school doctor's office." The strong expression of the body was unnatural and some students said unnaturally:

"This is a leave of absence form from Professor Dan Lin."

After taking the leave slip, Professor Malfoy glanced at the signature on it, and nodded after confirming that it was Professor Danlin's name.

"Time is running out, two, please hurry."

"Okay, okay."