"Horren? Ethan Hollen?! You, you, you, are you a human or a ghost?! ”

One second Durmstrang's little wizard was still mourning for poor Mr. Hollen, and the next second the wizard who was supposed to be killed by the death curse appeared in front of them.

Their horror was clearly more palpable than their surprise.

Already a young wizard had drawn his wand and pointed it at Ethan Hollen, who was expressionless, as if as long as he admitted that he was a ghost, then the next second they would use a spell to dispel it.

Horn was speechless.

He's not a ghost, he's not a ghost, he's not dead, okay?

"Ethan?"

Short, fat, and with a face so full of flesh that his eyes were about to narrow into a slit, Cotton pushed away the people around him, and was equally shocked when he saw Mr. Hollen.

But then, all of a sudden, he began to cry, and he was crying.

Mr. Cotton cried and ran in the direction of Hopper, sparks and lightning all the way, and at once hugged Ethan, who had not had time to react, and the force was so great that it almost deformed his bones.

Ethan Hollen gasped, but he looked down and saw the little fat man crying so sadly, but he finally endured it.

"Suck and slip~"

But as a little snot mixed with tears and saliva stained the tattered school uniform, he suddenly regretted it.

"Cotton."

"Ahh......h

The little fat man Cotton was at a loss to clean up with his wand, but when he saw the school uniform on Hollen's body with a hole in the east and a hole in the west, his eyes suddenly widened.

"You're ......"

"So, is he the Ethan Hopper you mean?" The tall, blond-haired wizard asked Craig beside him in a low voice.

He is the cousin of Holm Craig, Blanca Lovegood, who broke his leg in the morning, and is also from an old pure-blood family.

On the other hand, he is one of the few members of the school's student council.

Blanca Lovegood stared with interest at Ethan Hollen, who was filthy and looked very embarrassed.

But he didn't see any signs of the wizard being under the Killing Curse.

The Killing Curse can take most of the life of the Curse Bearer even if it is not powerful enough, but looking at Ethan Hopper's state at this time, there is nothing too strange other than normal exhaustion.

It's not a ghost, it's not a ghost, it's not a dark magic creature that's been artificially created and manipulated like a living corpse.

He's right.

In other words, the dark magic professor's magic didn't do much substantial damage.

"Looks like the rumors are self-defeating......"

He muttered.

Blanca Lovegood thought about the precautions that the president had mentioned at the regular meeting of the Student Council last night.

Professor Malfoy, who succeeded Professor Rolaud as Durmstrang's new professor of the dark arts, was very powerful, and the president made a point of emphasizing that they should not mess with this professor in their minds, otherwise they would ...... You may die without knowing how to die.

Of course, Blanca Lovegood was initially unimpressed by the president's words, and the well water between them and the professor was usually not in the river, and as long as they did not make a mistake in principle, the professor would not do anything to them.

But the words that came out at noon today made him a little concerned, which was one of the reasons why he was looking for his cousin.

Craig on the side also looked at Ethan Hopper on the other side without blinking, and before he could react from the exclamation of "it, it's alive", he heard his brother's voice.

"So, Professor Malfoy didn't use the Killing Curse?"

He hurriedly asked in a low voice.

If Ethan Hollen hadn't died, the rumors would have been completely self-defeating.

"I'm not sure yet, you can ask him."

Instead of answering positively, Blanca Lovegood asked, "Do you know who the person who spread the rumors is?" ”

Although Durmstrang had few students, the matter spread so quickly in just one noon, and the more it spread, the more evil it became, and even the dazzling reputation of "the new professor of dark magic is a dark wizard who kills people without blinking" came out, and it was obvious that someone was leading the rhythm.

The members of the student council, who are members of the student council as an organization that administers the school and regulates student behavior, are naturally strange.

What made them feel even more strange was that there was no sign of restraint in the school, and even Professor Harlenius, who was always gossipy, did not show much interest in it.

"Not yet."

When his cousin mentioned this, Craig whispered the news he had asked from the others.

After speaking, he was a little confused: "It's normal for students to spread word of mouth among themselves, Blanca, what's the problem?" ”

"Not yet."

Blanca Lovegood shook his head, he was thinking about something else.

"Maybe the president already knows."

As the eldest daughter of the Minister of Magic of Norway and president of the Durmstrang Student Council, Miss Klendel is at the top of her age in terms of both magical ability and mental logic.

Even if he doesn't notice the problem, the president should have done something.

"So the professor didn't use the Unforgivable Spell on you?"

Here, Cotton was very attentive to find an empty chair for Hollen to sit down and rest.

In the face of curious, flat, or indifferent gazes around him, Mr. Ethan Holren obviously does not have an extra expression to respond to them.

He endured the fatigue that came from his spirit, and said lightly and calmly:

"I don't know if that spell is what you call the Killing Curse, but I wasn't hurt."

It would be more accurate to say that the damage has been restored, and Professor Malfoy, as an excellent healer, is clearly skilled in his recovery spells.

Coupled with Professor Danlin's potion treatment, there was nothing but mental fatigue and the robes on his body that could tell him what had happened to him.

"The color of the spell is green, but that doesn't make a strong indication that it's a killing curse."

In this regard, Cotton hurriedly said, "Green spells are not the only ones, and I have learned some ancient magic before, they can change the color of spells. ”

The magic glow from the Killing Curse may not be green, and the green one may not be the Killing Curse.

Horen hung his head and was silent.

As a direct recipient of the spell attack, he knew very well that it was indeed a killing curse.

Professor Malfoy did not specifically tell him not to say it, and Professor Danlin never said anything when he treated him that he should keep his mouth shut to others.

But he still didn't say it.

Say what?

Lucky to survive the Killing Curse? Or did the Dark Arts professor not take him seriously at all?

The corners of Hollen's mouth curled slightly, and he thought of his actions in the morning with self-deprecation......

"It's ridiculous."

Ranko Malfoy, although the contact has not been for a long time, it is not difficult to see from the attitude of this wizard towards them-

He didn't take them seriously at all.

So, why did the Dark Arts professor appear in Durmstrang? What does he want at Durmstrang?

"Naturally, it was because of love, responsibility and passion for students that brought me to Durmstrang."

In the north tower, a small-looking crow walked through the window and stopped on the shelves with many silver-white glass bottles, not daring to approach the blue phoenix egg in the corner in the countless cold ice.

Professor Malfoy stood by the window, looking out at the mountains in the distance.

In his hand he held a palm-sized book wrapped in a black hard cover.

On the front of the cover of the hard book are five small dots with a reddish glow, and when you look closely, their light echoes each other, as if joined to form an inverted pentagram.

The back cover of the hard book seems to be inlaid with an inverted cross, although it also exudes a crimson color, but it is more restrained than the five bright lights on the cover, as if something is sealed inside.

As for the spine of the book, it is written in ancient magic script with a few twisted characters, the symbols are sinking, and the lines at the end of the side extend to the cover of the entire book, like a uniquely shaped lock.

This is a dark magic artifact in Professor Malfoy's hand, sealed with strange magic, and a magic book that drives all kinds of dark magic creatures-

Weird Books.

On the left side of the open page in his hand was a moving picture of magic in a grave of a young ghost howling helplessly and in tattered clothes looking up at a crow hanging upside down from a dead tree.

On the right side of the page are a few words written in elegant English: 'Poltergeist'.

Underneath is a name: 'Clifford Mfila'.

"Mr. Mfila, you are doing a good job."

"First, sir."

The crow resembled a lean Animagus, quickly transformed from a crow into a skinny boy about his height under Professor Malfoy's gaze, but with an almost illusory body and no substance.

"I've spread the rumors, and they should soon believe that you're not easy to provoke, sir."

He glanced fearfully at the palm-sized hard book in Professor Malfoy's hand, not daring to get too close to Professor Malfoy, who was more restrained and terrifying than he had been fifty years earlier.

Even the ghost is subconsciously afraid of Durmstran's professor of dark arts.

Black magic creatures 'poltergeist', ghosts produced under specific conditions after the death of intelligent life, rare, do not have too strong magical ability, but can secretly affect the emotions of intelligent life, in creating public opinion and guiding public opinion is a rare talent.

Professor Malfoy was naturally very pleased with the result.

Even after fifty years of sleep, he had put a lot of effort into collecting them, and the atlas containing all kinds of monsters could still help him a lot.

- Even if there were many of them who wanted to break the shackles of magic during his sleepy years, and did not want to keep the pact made with him.

With a snap, he closed the book, and the translucent ghost in front of him disappeared in an instant.

Professor Malfoy put the palm-sized book back in his pocket, pondered it for a moment to make sure nothing was missing, and then took out the dark gold pocket watch and opened it with a snap.

"I'm tired and hardworking, I hope you can give me a little comfort in the afternoon."

He thinks that if it's all like this, it won't hurt anyone to do it with him.

- How many more towns and towns in Arvada?