The little wizards were in a treacherous state.

The meditation basin can not only show memories, but also have the ability to spy on the minds of others, which is equivalent to the solidified "receptive mind", with two functions: "extraction" and "presentation".

As the highest-level alchemical product, the production process of the meditation pot is cumbersome and complicated, and most of the ancient knowledge involved has been lost with the trend of history. Today's alchemist, Nicol Lemay, maker of the Philosopher's Stone, also cannot guarantee that the meditation basins he makes will be comparable to those of ancient objects that have been handed down.

Of course, some of the fairy crafts involved in this and many of the materials that have disappeared are also one of the reasons why meditation pots are scarce and precious.

Professor Malfoy's possession of this was also made by chance using a large number of expensive alternative materials and ancient processes, and the wealth consumed in this process could even make a wizard carefree and decent enough to live his life decently.

So, such as alchemy and potions, such as this material-intensive discipline, the wizard's own wallet is a huge challenge. Most of them are only ancient pure-blood families, with their own alchemists and healers, and they are also good at potions.

Under the red moon, a paper figure floated to the side of the blonde boy.

Professor Malfoy rhythmically stirred the smoke from the meditation basin, nimbly controlling it.

He didn't look at the paper figure on the side, but there was a violent coughing sound from the paper figure.

Apparently, some professors were choked by Malfoy's actions.

"Professor Malfoy......"

Professor Van Sente's voice contained a slight disapproval, but the expression on Professor Malfoy's face remained the same, and he even asked rhetorically:

"Don't you think the process of the sapling growing is very rewarding?"

Prof. Van Sent: ???

What, what?

Professor Harlenius spread his hands, and he said, "Malfoy's brain is not the same as theirs."

Tsk, why don't you believe Professor Van Sent?

Professor Malfoy then made a silent gesture and leaned back slightly, in silence.

He could have a bad idea, but he was just picking a little bit of the freshly planted vegetable seedlings in the garden, right?

The red moon overhead was like an open scarlet eyeball, and above the mountains, the werewolves howled louder and louder, and some of the little wizards had begun to hold their heads and cry, and they were slamming around like crazy, but they could only stay where they were.

The little wizard, resonated with the sound of the wolf's howl, remembered his saddest and most helpless time. Immersed in a state of being wrapped in negative emotions, all happiness is far away,

If you were to draw an analogy, it would be like throwing yourself into Azkaban, surrounded by Dementors who feed on the happiness of others.

The two senior students barely managed to keep their minds in their right tracks for reasons that Professor Malfoy didn't deliberately target.

They hesitated to try the Patronus Charm, and the situation now looked like being surrounded by countless Dementors.

However, seeing that Professor Malfoy still did not stop the memory shock, they finally gave up.

They can't summon a full Patronus, and Expectp Partronum is a high spell, and even if they can summon some of them to get rid of this strange environment, perhaps, their incomplete Patronus will be swept away by countless memory fragments in the first second of their appearance.

Miss Livia, who raised her wand, opened her mouth, she simply did not learn the systematic theory of charms, even if she felt that the surrounding environment was uncomfortable, she could not rely on the wand in her hand to unlock this memory world.

Miss Livia looked at Professor Malfoy in front of her, and then at Miss Caroline beside her, and didn't know what she was thinking, the wand in her hand slid irregularly in all directions, and the surrounding scene was like an ink painting, and white smoke flashed from the place where the wand touched, but it was quickly refilled.

They were still in the dark arts classroom, but their thoughts flowed with the meditation basin.

'Occlumency. ’

To be able to remove the influence of the meditation basin, Mario can only think of this one.

His brain swelled, and resisting negative emotions wasn't just talking.

It was as if there were two forces tugging at his head trying to split his memories in two, half sad and painful memories, and half normal thoughts.

The two frantically tugged at the already tense nerves, making him cry in despair while maintaining the most basic sanity.

But it didn't work.

Occlumency is not something that a first-year wizard can reach.

There will be no end to it, what does Professor Malfoy want to do?

Enchantment...... Black Magic ...... Enchantment...... Black Magic ......

Holding back the pain in his head, he glanced up in Professor Malfoy's direction.

He saw the blonde girl who had come in with Professor Malfoy, her wand dangling the scene like an ink painting.

That's it!

Mario's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously wanted to shout a spell to blow away the smoke around him, but Professor Malfoy's hand stopped at this moment.

In an instant, the little wizards, surrounded by the howl of wolves, rose high in the sky and came to a cold cemetery.

Surrounded by ancient tombs carved with inscriptions, black dead trees and rattling crows became the main theme, and the only constant was the blood-colored moon overhead.

Mario felt that the sharp pain in his brain just now had disappeared, and was replaced by the emotions of "terrible" and "panicked", and he wanted to run away.

His mind was even more ambivalent, and his mind thought that it was just a part of the memory created by the meditation basin, which was rapidly fragmenting.

If the first scene in mid-air, facing countless pessimistic memories is just a pre-exam test to test their bottom line, then from this moment on, it is the real exam.

They forget that they are still in the dark arts classroom, that they are Durmstrang students, and that they will face countless zombies, ghosts, ghosts, and water ghosts.

The tide of thinking continued to flood this group of first-year wizards, completely subverting their cognition.

Professor Malfoy stopped stirring and watched quietly as the students raised their wands in defiance.

"Even though the Ministry of Magic prohibits underage wizards from using magic outside of school, pure-blood families always have their own way."

A wealthy family environment can bring the glory of pure-blooded to young wizards, but it can also make them willing to fall into the glory of their ancestors, and they will not learn or know.

Finding a chair, Professor Malfoy sat down and said to the two gentlemen of the Gustafsson family in front of him:

"Alright, two gentlemen, while those children are still busy solving zombies, let's talk."

The two Mr. Gustafssons who were brought out separately: ......

No, Professor, I don't want to talk!

The two seniors looked at the gurgling and bubbling meditation basin and felt their hearts beat faster, as violently as if they were about to jump out of their chests.

Their expressions are more resistant, how resistant.

Professor Malfoy, who observed this, only asked very softly:

"What's the matter, gentlemen, don't you want to talk to me?"

We don't want to! They howled inwardly, and the next second, they sat down very honestly in the chair that Professor Malfoy had found for them.

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Well, can you put down your wand, Professor, I'm scared......

Professor Malfoy put away his wand appreciatively.

"Well, they're all good boys."

That way, he won't have to dig into his bones.

"So, I think you have a lot to say about the question between Mr. Gustavsson and Miss Gustafsson, right?"

Two Gustavsson sidelines: ......

"Huh? Why don't you speak? Is there something wrong? If you have any problems, the professor can help you solve them, right? ”

Crows stood on the shoulders of two tall students, as if they were used as shelves to provide shelter.

And from these things that are supposed to be nothing, their real rotten stench is suffocating.

Professor, if you want a shark, it's a shark, don't bring it to play like this!

Tired, destroy.