"A child who lies will be struck by lightning."

Professor Malfoy's first words choked Rimo.

"Miss, sir, you should know that there are many lies in the wizarding world that can detect lies."

Looking into the eyes of Caroline and Rimo, Ranko whispered.

Spells, such as the Imperius Curse and the Soul Extraction, potions have a truth teller, and some powerful soothsayers can also tell if a person is lying through revelations.

In the Muggle world, there is not always sufficient evidence that a person is lying, and even the most sophisticated lie detector cannot be used as evidence in court.

But in the wizarding world, all of the above means, as long as they are licensed, will present undisputed results.

It's not that hard to tell if a person is lying.

"Mr. Gustafsson, do you have anything else to say now?

Rimo opened his mouth, he wanted to defend something, but he couldn't say anything.

Will the professor use these means?

Probably not, but most of what he said doesn't stand up to scrutiny.

What if? And if this Durmstrang professor is really not afraid of the Gustavssons?

Also, did those two guys say something to the professor just now?

Young children will always be flustered when faced with the accusation of lies.

Their experience, their experience, is not enough to hold up the skin of a lie.

"Professor, but this mudblood......" He wanted to turn the tide and turn things in Carulin's favor!

It was the best he could think of.

Yes, shift your gaze, the identity of Kaluline, a mudblood, can't stand scrutiny! Then my goal has been accomplished!

Kaluline looked at Rimo coldly.

"Mr. Gustavsson, I think I have to warn you......"

Contrary to what Caroline and Remo thought, Professor Malfoy was not saying something like "this matter will be investigated by the school", but rather:

"As a pure-blood wizard, as a continuation of an ancient pure-blood family, do you know ......?"

"A pure-blood should be decent, and he shouldn't be scolding the streets."

"I don't want to hear that word come out of your mouth a second time." Professor Malfoy's voice was still gentle, but it sent chills through Reemo's back, and he couldn't continue.

"If your father can't educate you properly, then as Durmstrand's professor of dark arts, I think I have an obligation to let you know what a pure-blood wizard should be."

You can't speak decently, I'll help you speak decently, understand?

Reemo looked up slightly, just in time for Professor Malfoy's darkened eyes.

There wasn't much emotion brewing in his eyes, but the figure reflected in him was inexplicably treacherous and terrifying.

It's as if if he's doing something, he's going to be greeted by something terrible.

Rimo thought about what had happened in the morning, in his third-grade dark arts class.

He was breathing and pale, and of course, his original face was not very good-looking.

"Got it, huh?"

"Ming, understood, Professor."

"Another point." This time, Professor Malfoy looked at Caroline on the side.

"Professor."

Kaluline suppressed her reaction to draw her wand, she was like a hedgehog covered in spikes, even if the professor in front of her had no intention of attacking and hurting her, that strange temperament alone was enough to make her unable to completely relax at all.

She sees people very accurately, which people have kindness to her, which people have malice towards her, which people can pinch her to death at will, and which people can use it a little, these are all like survival instincts that have been mastered after observing words and emotions again and again in the past.

Professor Malfoy had already been classified as unprovoked by Carlin with that hand, and she was jealous, but helpless.

"You don't have to worry about what Mr. Gustafsson said."

Ranko didn't have much interest in this kid, the Gustavsson family didn't have much to do with him, and he didn't want to get involved in the bad things in the family.

It's just that he still needs to explain the problems of the school, which is also the obligation of a professor.

"The students who can be written on the school roster must be pure-bloods, and there is no such thing, heh, the title of the mudblood."

After all, pureblood is not to be defiled.

After he finished speaking, ignoring Karina's wide eyes and Remo's incredulous look, he drove the man down.

Of course, before the man went down, Professor Malfoy added:

"Mr. Gustavson, as a small punishment, please arrive at the dark arts classroom on time at seven o'clock tonight."

Confinement.

Well, let him think about it, what else is there he is too lazy to do...... Professor Malfoy, who felt that he had one more coolie, was still in a happy mood.

Twenty minutes passed quickly, and for the next eighty minutes, Professor Malfoy began to systematically explain what the Dark Arts course contained, like a normal professor.

This makes a kind of little wizard rarely have a kind of excitement of "the professor is finally normal" and "thank God".

Of course, soon they couldn't get excited.

In the second half of the first consecutive Dark Arts class for the first year of the Young Wizards, Professor Malfoy focused on the content they needed to use wands in the future, as well as various do's and don'ts of the Dark Arts.

Most of the young wizards in the first year have experience in learning magic and wielding their wands, which keeps them from being blinded, but they still can't stand the normative correction.

It is essential to hold the wand motionless for half an hour, maintaining the crosshairs and height of the wand.

Because there was no need to use spells in this lesson, Professor Malfoy simply removed the desks, chairs and benches to make the classroom as empty as possible.

The little wizards stood in a row, one by one, and the two seniors were also forced to join them, looking a little unusual.

As they stood, the automatic quill beside Professor Malfoy made a brush.

Although there was no specific textbook for the Dark Arts course, he handed out two sheets of densely written brown paper with various notes on them, and asked each young wizard to write them down in the following week.

"Powerful wizards may no longer be constrained by spells and wands, but they can use standard movements as much as possible to get the most out of their spells until they master advanced spell casting methods......

Correcting the posture of the wand, and then explaining the classification of various spells in detail, the afternoon class ended here.

It should be pretty good.

The students fled as if they were running out, and when there was no one in the classroom, Professor Malfoy slowly looked at the glass jar with countless eyeballs on the shelves to the side.

The lid of the jar flips automatically, and an eyeball the size of a ping-pong ball pops out of the jar and dips into the meditation basin.

In the next second, everything that had happened in the dark arts classroom that day appeared in the meditation basin, and Professor Malfoy read it all quietly and quickly, before he packed up his things and walked out of the classroom.