After processing Professor Quirrell's letters, Professor Malfoy then opened a number of envelopes.

Some of these letters from all over the world seem to be fine, just like ordinary letters, and even the school's detection magic has been fooled.

But inside them are either offensive magic that triggers instantly, or a curse full of malice, aimed at the wizard who opens the letter.

And these letters with a high danger factor of spells, according to the usual way of dealing with them, the professor should pick out the normal letters after receiving the owl's letters, as for the rest, in order to ensure the safety of the school, those letters with private goods must be thrown into the cremation oven and burned with black magic, and not a single one can be left.

But according to Professor Malfoy's idea, it was a bit of a waste to do so.

Take it apart and look at the 'bad taste' spell inside, and sometimes you can get some sudden inspiration.

And compared to the bigwigs in his wizarding world, those 'angry youths' who can only write roaring letters and stuff a few foul-smelling big eggs into them by the way are really boring.

Like now.

As soon as he had finished opening a letter and was writing and drawing on the brown paper beside him, Mr. Gustafsson opened the envelope as if a pot had exploded, and something black erupted from the letterhead.

But before the stench could dissipate, a misty white point of light suddenly flickered around him, isolating him and shutting out the suffocating stench.

Remo was very embarrassed to hold his wand, and the table in front of him, the roaring letters, along with his own robes and face, were stained with that filth, and the stench was so smoky that he almost fainted on the spot.

Nothing was sealed off in a small area by magic, and the classroom was spared.

"Some wizards with malicious intentions are very fond of stuffing something into their letters, and we must be aware of this."

Professor Malfoy picked up the wand on the table and waved it in the air a few times, and the white light that enveloped Rimo turned into a breeze, blowing all the filth up, revealing Rimo's flushed face inside.

"Mr. Gustavson, please speed up your speed, Mrs. Karolina has specifically told me not to let the little wizard return to Sita after half past ten."

When the time comes, if you haven't returned, you'll have to sleep in the dark arts classroom.

Sita's administrator doesn't care if you're locked up by the professor or not, a late return is a late return, and even if the professor comes to intercede, it's useless!

Rimo's face was red and white, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he sat back in a dull mood without speaking.

The letters that the professor handed them to open were all handled by themselves in their own power. Of course, if not handled properly, it can cause spells that have been silent to trigger instantly.

So you have to be single-minded when doing this job, and a single crack mistake can cause the magic inside the envelope to get out of control.

- Of course, a good family education makes the little wizards more standardized than the wild ones, and even the first-year wizards can also deal with a lot of interesting evil spells.

For example, the big dung eggs that fly everywhere when you touch them, or the 'mini smashing spell' that makes people's clothes explode all over their bodies immediately, is not very harmful, so you can disassemble them with peace of mind.

Cotton, who had just slipped in from under the professor's nose, seemed to want to help, and as a third-year student, he had very good grades. Ethan Hollen's ability is not bad, and the two of them are quick to deal with this batch of letters, and there are not many letters on the table now.

"Mr. Cotton."

"In!" Cotton straightened his back immediately.

"Don't be so nervous."

Professor Malfoy put down the quill in his hand.

When dealing with students with excellent academic performance, every professor will always be more patient.

Professor Malfoy then rearranged the many of the letters that had been opened on the table, and handed them to Cotton, along with an automatic quill pen that had just been written, and a roll of brown paper tied with thin red thread.

"Please help me get the vellum paper to Professor Danlin...... You can do without the letter that has already been opened, and some interesting little spells on it may help you. ”

Running errands, Cotton used to do when he was the last professor of the dark arts, Professor Rorowd.

Cotton didn't think much of it, and after picking up the thing, he was a little curious, and ran out quickly without saying anything.

At this time, Professor Dan Lin was probably handling school affairs in the East Tower, so there was nothing wrong with going to the East Tower at this time.

By the time Cotton left, Professor Malfoy stood up, as did Ethan Hollen.

"Let's go, Mr. Hollen, you need to get up and walk after sitting too long...... Mr. Gustafsson, would you like to go out for a walk together? ”

Looking at the stack of letters waiting to be processed in front of him, Remo felt that the Dark Arts Professor was really annoying.

"No need, Professor."

Rimo sneered in his heart, but he still didn't dare to completely tear his face in the end.

"yes, that's a shame."

Professor Malfoy shrugged, not with much sincerity.

He is not familiar with the young master of the Gustavson family, and besides, this little wizard has no shining points on his body since he came into contact with him, and his brain is a little dull, and he is quite self-righteous if he says things that are not dignified.

To be stupid and self-righteous, Professor Malfoy naturally hates the latter even more.

The former knows that he is stupid, so he will listen more, watch more, and do more, and will not be stupid to express his opinion.

As for the latter, it is naturally how smart he thinks he is, and he turns out to do something that can make Merlin laugh and come to life.

Without even thinking about it, Professor Malfoy felt that Mr. Gustafsson must be thinking by now, 'The professor made such a big mess for me, and I will definitely get revenge' and "The Gustafsson family would never let others insult 'Abba Abba or something.'"

Tsk, ordinary and confident little wizard.

Of course, sometimes the entertainment atmosphere is still very good, but the melon in the afternoon is really a little bad.

Pulling Cotton apart, Professor Malfoy pulled Mr. Ethan Holren into the corridor outside the classroom, isolating the slightly cold surroundings of the Dark Arts Classroom, bathed in the light of the polar day.

"Speaking of which, we haven't talked about it yet, Mr. Hollen."

"Professor, I still have a task, and I can't go back to Sita until I'm done."

Ethan Hollen now looks obediently like a domestic rabbit, a far cry from the fierce appearance of the morning.

But Professor Malfoy just smiled, ignoring the other party's passive resistance, and went straight to tonight's topic.

"Mr. Horen, why do you want to leave the school?"