Under the gaze of a bunch of red eyes, Cotton stiffened his head and almost ran without turning his head:

"Professor, the ...... I mean, Professor, those words in the armor ......"

"Mr. Cotton." Professor Malfoy blinked and placed the two jars floating beside him on the shelf.

"Regarding Runi Mowen, I think the school should have arranged a professor of ancient Mowen in this area, you can go and ask that professor after class, I won't elaborate too much in the black magic class."

He didn't want to add an ancient magic script to the same as the discipline of magic and black magic at the same time.

Moreover, the ancient magic of ancient magic is not a clear topic that can be talked about in one or two sentences.

"Of course, if you want to learn the ancient magic script on your own, I suggest you go to the library and find the following books......"

Professor Malfoy successively reported the list of books that students could borrow on the first floor of the library, and the specific names of the books in the forbidden area on the second floor, which introduced ancient magical scripts, and Cotton nodded again and again with a slightly red face.

"If you need it, I'll sign you a library card."

"Alright, alright, Professor, I'm sorry for you!"

Cotton was somewhat incoherent.

Professor Malfoy glanced at the student, who was immersed in the fantasy of "the professor is so good to talk", and without saying anything, he asked the quill on the podium to quickly type a note in the form of a library card and hand it to Cotton.

Well, good student treatment...... He looked at the clumsy figure of the student who almost tripped over himself, picked up the cup at his side, took a sip of the fragrant tea inside, and sighed silently.

I think the Slytherin head was like that.

Due to his proximity to Tom and the aftermath of his use of the Dark Arts in East Asia during that time, Ranko Malfoy received the negative buff of "Dumbledore's Gaze" during the second half of his school days at Hogwarts.

Even if he was calm enough, he couldn't escape the old, well, professor's weekly talk service.

Under the watchful eye of Hogwarts' "handle", it was Professor Slughorn, who was the head of Slytherin at the time and the professor of Potions at the time, who opened the door for him as a prefect.

This includes, but is not limited to, running to the Potions classroom in the middle of the night to practice potions and dark arts.

Under Professor Dumbledore's watchful eye, follow the Dean and swagger around the forbidden section of the Hogwarts Library.

At night, he ran to the Forbidden Forest to "date" the centaur and was caught, and the next day the dean came directly to pick up someone.

Naturally, having a knowledgeable professor teach him a lot of money, Professor Malfoy benefited a lot.

Sometimes he enjoyed that time, after all, it was very satisfying to his own strange evil taste to make small gestures under the nose of one of the greatest wizards.

After all, in the eyes of Professor Slughorn, he has always been a young wizard who knows how to advance and retreat, and has a strong interest in learning, and he will definitely achieve great achievements in some aspects in the future.

"That's value investing." Professor Malfoy chuckled silently.

Of course, if there was a 'Grindelwald' and by the way, the original Dark Lord, who was out of touch with society, would be happier to say goodbye to the world.

In the jar placed on the shelf, countless eyes stared unblinkingly in the direction that Cotton had left, and they converged together, and the glass jar was deflected by force, as if it was about to fall off the shelf.

"I said."

Countless eyeballs suddenly looked over, only to see a pale human face appear in front of them.

Professor Malfoy looked at the countless red eyeballs the size of ping-pong balls that had been deducted from the dark magic creature "Blood Duke", the wizarding version of the mosquito:

"You settle down, if I mess around, I can only send you to see your body."

The "Blood Duke", the dark magic creatures of the Amazon are very fond of keeping their eggs in the bodies of homeothermic creatures.

A social creature that prefers hot and humid environments, and its main diet is the blood of homeothermic animals and the sap of certain plants, and it is a Class 3X magical creature that has caused the deaths of more than fifty Muggle natives in the Amazon.

The first time Professor Malfoy saw this dark magic creature was in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

Although the healer in charge of treating this wizard was not him, he still went to meet him when he heard that someone had infected this dark magic creature.

At that time, the patient's eggs had begun to hatch, and the appearance of life and death and festering and hatching worms made many wizards who saw this scene tremble.

The poor wizard was treated and died, and the body was disposed of in the hospital, while he was given a small deal to supervise the destruction of the body.

With a little bit of "coincidence" and a little bit of "luck", Professor Malfoy extracted the eggs of the dark magic creatures from the patient's body that had not yet fully hatched, matured them with a special technique, and plucked their unique eyes to preserve them.

As for the body...... Naturally, Professor Malfoy, who likes to be clean, did not hesitate to dispose of them, after all, the body of the "Blood Duke" was full of all kinds of deadly viruses.

A "Blood Duke" can produce 13 to 15 magic materials like human eyes. This magic material is the main ingredient for crafting the special magic item "MONOCULUS", and can also be used as an alternative material for certain potions.

The eyes of the "Blood Duke" are priced at about three gold Galleons each in the market, and are basically in a state of priceless and no market.

The market price of this jar of eyeballs is about six hundred gold gallons, and inflation is a common phenomenon for things that are generally priceless.

Professor Malfoy leisurely looked at those well-preserved eyes as they fearfully distanced themselves away from him, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, indicating that he was in a happy mood now.

The explosion in the dark arts classroom was still deafening, and Craig's eyes widened as he watched Cotton return unharmed.

"What's wrong?"

Cotton took the professor's library card and looked at Craig with a "hell" look, a little puzzled.

"Not Cotton, you're so bold now?"

"Professor Malfoy is a good talker...... And I don't think Professor Malfoy is like Professor Rolaud......"

Cotton muttered.

Professor? Easy to talk to?

Oh yes...... The two students who had walked all the way with Professor Malfoy in the morning had felt the same way before they saw Professor Malfoy's direct eyeballs.

Although the professor hadn't shown much malice so far, Maier felt a little stiff and cold when he saw the professor now.

His originally ignorant mind was completely gone, and now he is more glad that at least he didn't say it himself.

Otherwise he ......

"Joyce, why did your face suddenly turn so pale again?"

Cotton was a little confused, "By the way, you weren't looking for ...... last night"

"Cotton."

Victor suddenly stopped Cotton, who was even more confused, and then he heard Mel Joyce say viciously, "Forget about it!" ”

Forget about it, we can still be friends!

Cotton:???

Craig glanced at Joyce, who was annoyed and angry, and then exchanged glances with Wickdor on the side.

The corners of his mouth twitched, good fellow......

Joyce deserves to be you, what to do, be the first to die.

I'm not afraid of being pried open by Professor Malfoy.