After returning the crate to his room in the North Tower, Professor Malfoy took a closer look at the quail's egg, which had not moved at all so far.

Together, the mysterious blue lines form a peculiar symbol that surrounds a fist-sized phoenix egg.

It was on the extremely cold ice, and the cold lingered like mist.

The Partridge is a variant of the phoenix that does not like the heat, but has a soft spot for the cold.

This also means that the eggs can only hatch in very low temperatures.

- The Western Partridge, like the spirit of ice and snow.

It is a truly magical creature that is pampered by the cold and snow.

Ranko reached out and stroked the cold and biting quail eggs, feeling the breath of life that was becoming more and more active inside.

'It's coming. ’

Maybe soon, it will hatch.

Opening the crate again, looking at the thin black thread that spread through the seal of the jar, Professor Malfoy tilted his head, took his wand, and threw a spell into it the moment he lifted the lid, and then closed the lid immediately.

The spell exploded, and there was a 'bang' inside the jar, and the thin black threads that spread outward seemed to be frightened, and they all retracted into the jar, not daring to come out.

It's much quieter now.

After slowly repacking the jar and placing it on the shelf next to his desk, Professor Malfoy looked out the window.

Durmstrang was unusually quiet in the snow.

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Throughout the year, the polar day and the polar night rule this place very close to the North Pole.

Even though it's seven o'clock in the evening, it's just like daytime, and there is no need for candles to illuminate it. Of course, sleeping here will probably require a lot of curtains to block out the light.

The second floor of the castle, the black magic classroom.

Humpty Dumpty Wizard Kurt lay at the door of the classroom, looked at the blonde boy who was writing with his head down, and whispered to the people beside him in a worried voice:

"Hollen, do you really want me to accompany you?"

"No, Kurt."

Ethan Holren raised the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh, but eventually pulled it down.

He shook his head and walked into the dark arts classroom.

It had shrunk a lot from the morning, and the Traceless Stretching Charm had disappeared, and it had returned to its original state.

Ethan Hollen didn't pause, and he saw a small wizard sitting in the front row.

Rimo Gustafsson, who had been caught together, was holding a quill and gritting his teeth and bowing his head to write something on the snow-white letterhead.

Red envelopes were stacked high beside him, and the bright color made Ethan Holren slightly startled.

That's a howl letter.

It's just that the state is very strange and not excited.

"Mr. Ethan Hollen."

The blonde boy behind the lectern looked up and pointed to another stack of red envelopes on the table, about half a man high.

Confinement, you have to find something to do, or you will be too bored soon?

"I'd like to ask you to write a reply for me...... Today I realized that there were always wizards who misunderstood Durmstrand's true intentions. ”

Misunderstand? Misunderstanding what?

Ethan Hollen didn't talk much nonsense, and as he carried the half-man-tall yelling letter down, he took a stack of white paper and a quill in excellent condition, and sat down in a corner far away from the other boy.

Seeing Mr. Holland sit down, Professor Malfoy's quill paused, and then said:

"There may be some 'little jokes' made by others in the yelling letter, I think you should be able to handle it......"

'Little joke'? It's a curse, right...... Mr. Ethan Hollen had a wooden expression and didn't seem to have much emotion.

Durmstrang was often subjected to 'suicide' attacks with yelling letters, most of which were the vice-chancellors and professors of the dark arts, and he was not unheard of.

Black magic education, and schools that have become more and more excessive in recent years, have left Durmstran's reputation in a state of decline. There are many wizards in the world who protest and want to dismiss Durmstrang, dismiss professors and students, and prevent students from continuing to enroll here.

They were afraid that Durmstrang would produce another Grindelwald, or that the wizards who came out of Durmstrang were the reserves of the Dark Wizards.

But this concern was completely unfounded, and the Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards simply ignored them.

Laughing to death, the Dark Wizards are all students of Durmstrong? Why don't they look at how many of the top of the Ministry of Magic, how many Potions Masters, Healers and Alchemists have come out of Durmstrang in recent years? And how many dark wizards are grassroots, and pure-bloods with not bad family conditions go to be dark wizards? Listen to this, you can't say this after drinking hundreds of bowls of nonsense drinks!

It is the human heart that is dirty and degenerate, and it is still wrong for schools to teach and educate people, to pass on knowledge, and to teach students ideas?

When it was hot, not to mention the reaction of the International Federation of Wizards and the Ministry of Magic, it would not be too easy for Durmstrang's vice principal, Winnie Kolaki Danlin, to crush these mouth-only guys if she wanted to.

Now the school is just innocent, and it hasn't taken them into account.

These guys didn't dare to play hard, and the Ministry of Magic, the International Federation of Wizards, and Durmstrang all turned a blind eye to them, so they could only send yelling letters, scolding the school, and scolding the school's black magic education, in order to vent their 'incompetent rage'.

So many yelling letters, just for today's day. What's more, today is the first day of school, and many owls from afar haven't delivered the letter yet.

Of course, according to the usual treatment, except for the normal letters, which are sent exclusively through the Norwegian Ministry of Magic, all other letters will be directly taken and burned, without giving a chance to open them at all.

But Mr. Ethan Hollen was silent as he looked at the shouting letters, which had been folded half his body high.

There were so many roaring letters, not to mention the evil spell inside, and that noisy sound alone could be regarded as a terrible attack.

He thought of what Professor Malfoy had just said.

It seems to write a reply letter based on the content, and by the way, send some 'harmless' little mantras to exchange gifts?

Ethan Hollen did a lot of work to send letters, but it was the first time he had done the work of stuffing spells into letters.

When he picks up a shouting letter, the recipient's name and address automatically appear in the corner of the white paper in front of him.

Even if there is an anti-detection spell on the roaring letter, the spell attached to the blank paper has a higher priority, and the counter-spell can be easily cracked, revealing the real name and real address of the sender of the roaring letter.

'Very advanced spells. Ethan Holren silently flicked the white paper in front of him, and found no trace of the spell, so he had to give up his mind on exploring the spell.

Most of the content of the shouting letter was cursing Durmstrang, and the language was bizarre, and it was found everywhere, which was quite difficult to translate.

Ethan Holren also discovers that many of the spells contained in them are curses, and that anyone who opens the letter will be affected by the spellcaster's spell.

Of course, most of them are not very advanced and not easy to crack, but they are not too difficult and are all within the scope of ability.

It's like it's been deliberately screened.

Ethan Holren couldn't help but look towards the blonde boy behind the lectern, only to see that the Dark Arts Professor was holding a white envelope, hiding most of his head behind the letter.

"Unbelievable......" Professor Malfoy leaned back in his chair, lost in thought.

Scattered on the lectern were shouting letters of varying heights, and of course, there were many normal white envelopes mixed in.

The one he had in his hand, to be honest, was unexpected.

This seemingly 'normal' letter was sent by 'Quirinus Quirrell'?

Quirinus Quirrell, that's the name of the professor at Hogwarts' Defence Against the Dark Arts course.