"Okay, excuse me, who still has a problem?"

After tackling the biggest thorn in the grade, Professor Malfoy paced back to the podium.

His gaze was gentle, as if he had not been affected by what had just happened, and at the same time ignored the dumbfounded little wizards: "If not...... Well, I'll see, it's almost time, that's all for today's dark arts lesson. ”

"Then we'll see you next week, there is no homework this week, but I hope that the ladies and gentlemen will use this week to readjust to the professor's teaching style."

"After all, we still have a long time to get along......"

The stone door at the back of the classroom opened quietly, and the sound of noisy footsteps and whispers between young wizards could be heard outside the door, as if wizards of other ages had finished class.

But the dark arts classroom was silent.

Professor Malfoy stood indifferently, the blackboard being erased little by little.

Nearly thirty seconds passed, and finally someone couldn't help but be afraid in their hearts, and ran out like crazy.

Homicide......

Durmstrang is a strong advocate of force, and the rules set by Principal Karkaroff signify that if you are strong enough, you can "do whatever you want" in the school.

But killing ......

The Dark Arts Professor, a professor hired by the school, uses the Unforgivable Charm to kill a student in front of his students.

This is no longer a small fight in the morning, and the consequences of this incident will be very serious.

But when they saw the podium, Professor Malfoy, who was three stories high, but seemed to look down on everything, they really felt the fear that came from the bottom of their hearts.

The meditation basin introduces the IWls exam, the high-definition footage of countless failed wizards at their deaths, the rumors about Bergman in the morning, plus the black magic just now.

The fear, the emotion, and the gesture that seemed to come from the bone marrow were not like the indifference of Professor Rolaud before, not like the anger of the Vice-Chancellor Professor Danlin, and not like the unpleasantness of Professor Merino......

That's just plain contempt for disposing of them as mere garbage disposal.

It was once said that the one who plays with black magic is either a madman or a madman who is always on the verge of madness. Dark magic not only corrupts the hearts of wizards, but also completely distorts their personalities, making them more irritable and crazy.

Professor of Dark Arts, Professor Malfoy's demeanor can tell that he is calm and composed, but in fact he is also a madman, a madman who pretends to be a normal person, but is full of madness in his bones!

Not a single professor, not a single wizard, dared to curse others to death in front of countless students in school!

Yes, they admit it, Professor Malfoy is the Dark Wizard in the true sense of the word, the Dark Wizard who is crazier than all of them, Demstrang Everyone.

The students left in a completely different atmosphere, and even Cotton, who at first thought Professor Malfoy was very talkative, turned pale and walked staggering out of the classroom.

As he left the dark arts classroom, which seemed to be extremely cold, Cotton wanted to take a look at Ethan Hollen, but was forcibly restrained by Craig on the side.

"Don't look."

This sentence is engraved in the heart of every little wizard like a soldering iron. Although they usually don't have much friendship with classmates, they all dare not look at the body of the person who was cursed to death by the spell at this time.

They were afraid that the green light would shine behind them.

Cotton clenched the library card given by Professor Malfoy in his hand, the signature on it seemed to have a temperature, and his palms ached.

Cotton and Mr. Hollen are roommates, and some of their ideas and personalities are not bad, so their relationship is much more harmonious than that of other young wizards.

He understands that his roommate already has the idea of quitting school, but his family is not supportive, so he wants to use this method to resist the order from his parents.

He thought that Professor Malfoy would at best confine him down, or tell Professor Danlin to teach him a lesson......

But no.

The signs of Professor Malfoy's move were unpredictable, but the green, chilly and icy spell that exuded nothing but the one he knew.

Cotton didn't dare to look at Hollen's body at all.

It wasn't the first time he had seen a dead body, but the thought of Ethan Horlen, who had been killed by the Killing Curse, made him feel short of breath and suffocate.

So when he bathed in the light of the corridor again, a feeling of "finally breaking free from the shackles of terrible monsters" suddenly appeared in his heart.

Not only Cotton, but the other wizards all felt relieved when they walked out of the dark arts classroom and bathed in the light again.

There are little wizards who are helped out, their movements are not slow, they look more like they have fled in the wilderness, and they don't know if they think that there are some terrible dark magic creatures in the dark magic professor.

"What are you doing here, panicking."

An older wizard saw Craig and said hello and was about to walk towards them, but was stopped by Craig.

"Solidas, please, don't say it here."

He took a deep breath and apologized to the Victor and the others around him, limping but walking briskly forward at about the same speed as ordinary people.

Maier patted Cotton on the shoulder with one hand, said nothing, and walked forward with a pale face.

Victor sighed, again without saying more.

He glanced back, and the entrance to the dark magic classroom behind the shadow seemed to be enveloped in a lingering black wave of air, like the big mouth of a monster waiting for its prey to come to the door.

It's depressing.

……

The silence in the dark arts classroom was terrifying.

Professor Malfoy stood on the podium, waved his wand, lifted the Traceless Stretch Charm, and gathered away the mess of armor fragments as he let the vanished tables and chairs return, before walking to the back of the classroom with his wand.

The meditation basin placed next to the shelves full of bottles and cans silently spat bubbles, and countless blood-red eyeballs reached the edge of the jar, staring unblinkingly at Professor Malfoy's back, moving with him.

"Really, how can you think of me like that."

Professor Malfoy muttered quietly, feeling that all his good intentions had been treated as donkey livers and lungs by this group of unconscionable students.

He is so loving, capable, and idle...... Ahem, no, a wizard who is the new professor of dark arts, would be considered to kill a little wizard casually?

Oh my god, how could he just kill him, at least for two seconds.

Strangling a seedling that has not yet blossomed into a beautiful flower is not Professor Malfoy's usual style.

"Mr. Hollen."

Standing in front of Ethan Hollen, who was lying on the ground, Professor Malfoy's voice was mixed with a special aristocratic pronunciation.

- This was taught by his mother, who had made his mute English fluent in just a few years.

Of course, there are also people at Hogwarts who say that he speaks pretentiously, but one counts as one, and the little wizard who said these words was all avenged by him.

After all, a proud pure-blooded breed has always embodied elegance in every aspect.

Unlike poor Mr. Hollen, who can only lie here like a dead dog now.

"A killing curse without killing intent is only equivalent to a more powerful impact curse." There was a hint of pleasure in Professor Malfoy's voice: "Don't worry, as long as you don't die right away...... Well, I'm saying that as long as it's not a death-threatening situation, I can save it. ”

Ethan Dead Wants to Die Hollen: ......

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