The little wizards of the third year walked into the classroom with Professor Malfoy's eyes full of "love".

"So, after what you have just learned, I believe you have fully realized the usefulness of the IWLs exam for yourselves."

In a sense, this thing is more useful than a school diploma, which can only prove that students are from here, but if they want to prove their own ability, they have to go through some channels.

The IWLs exam is a relatively simple and highly recognized channel, and getting a B grade, or A grade, is of great help to the future employment of young wizards.

- Oh, of course this refers to pure-blood families with little capital at home. In the wizarding world, even pure-bloods are divided into three, six, nine, and so on.

The desks and chairs in the classroom had disappeared, and as some of the students were surprised by the sudden increase in the size of the classroom, Professor Malfoy pulled out a pair of medieval armor from his pocket that he had been playing with in the North Tower.

This kind of magical armor, which was produced and sold by the school and did not need to worry about quality at all, was loved by Professor Malfoy after it was blown into powder for the first time and returned in one piece.

Of course, it doesn't matter what the armor thinks.

"Then as your professor of dark arts, I am obligated to remind you of ......"

After Professor Malfoy fixed the armor with a magic spell, he looked at the students in front of him and said kindly, "In my class, it is not allowed to use any impermissible black magic that is beyond your knowledge and beyond your ability. Please remember that, ladies and gentlemen. ”

Obviously a very normal sentence, just from the professor's advice, all the students still nodded subconsciously.

Perhaps they have understood the meaning of the words themselves, and are not allowed to use black magic beyond their own capabilities, and if they do, then they will bear the consequences.

"Can it be done?"

"Yes!"

How can't you?

The little wizards who had seen the meditation basin and Professor Malfoy made people pick their eyes and play with a single look nodded with tears.

#麻麻我想转学#

"That's good." Professor Malfoy was satisfied, well, the students were good kids.

I just don't know what it will become if I am Avada, a living corpse? If the Guardian Spirit doesn't react in time, it should be able to transform the student's soul into a similar existence when the Killing Curse expells and destroys the soul, right?

The more he thought about it, the more he looked at the students, and the more he looked at them, it suddenly became strange, but as an elegant wizard, Professor Malfoy's self-control skills have always been praised.

He quickly stopped his "eagerness" to let his curiosity drift lest he accidentally let a student test the professor's idea for himself.

After all, it's not verified.

"So as the first dark arts lesson at the beginning of the third year, your task today is—" His wand pointed at the same medieval armor, smiling at the student's gaze and silently blasting the armor to pieces.

"Use the magic you do best, blow up the armor, well, to me, and you'll be out of class, and we won't learn new black magic on the first day of school."

After all, the foundation is here...... Professor Malfoy thought about the test paper that had dropped the SAN value in the morning.

"Blowing up the armor?"

Some students wondered if there was some strange evil spell on the armor waiting for them to trigger.

"Yes, blow up the armor, it's as simple as that."

Professor Malfoy then used a spell to pull a tenth of the nearly three hundred armor in his pocket out of his pocket. Soon, the classroom space, which had been expanded with the Traceless Stretching Charm, was soon filled with a variety of medieval armor in all its forms, but roughly the same.

"Alright, let's get started, maybe we can get out of class early."

After saying this, seeing that there were no doubts, Professor Malfoy walked to his wicker chair and sat down peacefully.

Seeing the Dark Arts Professor pull out his unnamed black hardcover book, several students glanced at each other and walked up to a pair of armor first.

The surface of the medieval warrior's armor is polished, reflecting the face of the young wizard in front of him. It was tall, the straight sword it held in its hand was vertically downward, and it looked down solemnly at the little wizard in front of it, like a true knight with an indomitable soul, waiting for the arrival of its fateful enemy.

The student looked at the armor in front of him, for some reason, it was just an inanimate object, and he felt as if something was hidden inside, quietly observing him through the cracks in the armor.

The student was visibly nervous, and he swallowed as he raised his wand in his hand and said aloud:

“【Confringo】——！” (Exploding Spell)

The medieval armor in front of him exploded, and the armor debris splattered all around.

The spell was cast smoothly, except for the long syllables at the end of the spell, everything was perfect.

The student who issued the spell obviously didn't expect to explode his armor so easily, and the student standing beside him, tense and holding a wand to guard against the curse, was also at a loss.

"Teach, professor?" They looked at their little target in confusion, and then looked in the direction of the professor.

The same was true of the other young wizards who were watching the change, and they always felt that what Professor Malfoy said was not so simple, and that there was a pit in front of them waiting for them to jump down.

"Go on."

Professor Malfoy didn't look up.

Under the gaze of a group of students, the bits and pieces of armor that had just been blown up were being quickly repaired little by little, from boots to helmets, and quickly returned to its original state.

Student:......

This thing still has a restoration?

"Maybe we need to find a repair charm?" Craig touched his short, prickly beard on his chin, "Or is it going to blow up many times?" ”

Still, how did he feel as if he had seen this thing somewhere?

Strange, where did it come from?

Maier looked at the armor that had been blown to pieces, and pondered for a moment, only to realize that it was still true to practice.

He gave up thinking and thought to himself that since the professor said so, it would be better to blow it up.

At this time, Cotton, who was not quite a Norse wizard, walked up to a pair of armor on short legs and raised his wand.

“【Confringo】。”

The young wizard recited the incantation rather calmly, and the glow of the spell from the tip of his wand struck the armor with an unbiased blow, shattering it.

He had expected the armor to be repaired like the others, but Cotton waited for a long time, and found no signs of repair in front of him.

This phenomenon has attracted a lot of attention.

Professor Malfoy lifted his head from his wicker chair, a little surprised that the student had been blowing up his armor so soon.

He casts a spell on his armor that quickly repairs itself without shattering to a certain extent, which is something that a third-year student should reach, but requires dedicated use of the spell to do so.

I thought it would take at least an hour or more for the first person to appear, Pope Cotton, well, this student did very well on the test papers.

"The students who broke the armor can leave, or you can practice other spells in the classroom."

Cotton made it right the first time, almost missing the jaws of Maier and Craig.

"Cotton, how did you do that?"

Cotton scratched his head with a dumb smile: "I just use a spell, you see, it's very simple, and I don't know why." ”

The smile on his face made Maier and Craig want to cast a spell on him.

Most of the young wizards went into their own way, either by using explosive charms, by using black magic to wear down their armor, and by simply having two pairs of armor collide together, causing them to crash into pieces.

Anyway, they were doing their duty, following Professor Malfoy's instructions and turning the tall and mighty armor into a piece of rubbish.

Of course, most of the destruction of the little wizards was either repaired as soon as it was destroyed, or they did not learn the explosion spell completely, blowing holes into the ground and walls, and others were shocked to watch, for fear that the next victim would be themselves.

All in all, though, there had been a successful case, which made the other little wizards excited, eager to blow up something in front of them.

However, there are still some unusual people in the midst of the excitement who have found a special place.

Just as all the young wizards were moving, Mr. Krum uncharacteristically didn't follow them closely to try to blow up the armor. He didn't pull out his wand, but walked past the wizard and walked over to the armor that Professor Malfoy had shattered earlier.

The ground there was littered with fragments of armor, each evenly dispersed and equal in mass, as if they had been divided equally.

Compared to Professor Malfoy's shattered armor, the armor at the beginning was far less shattered than this one.

This is standard...... Mr. Krum thought to himself.

Blown up to this point will not be repaired.

His gaze shifted, crashing into a pair of black eyes.

"Looks like Mr. Krum already has the answer." Professor Malfoy said casually.

"Yes, Professor." He replied in a deep voice.

Durmstrang has a lot of good seedlings...... Professor Malfoy sunk himself into the recliner, holding the book, looking up at the words inside.

It's just that whether you can become a powerful wizard is unknown.

Good seedlings are good seedlings, and no matter how talented they are, they are blind if they can't grow up.