As a task issued by the school, tonight's conversation can only be said to be very unsmooth.

Mr. Ethan Holren looked respectful on the surface, but in the end, he was still suppressed by the killing curse, and Ranko, who looked like he didn't have oil and salt, still had some itchy hands.

Of course, he naturally understood what was the difference between blind oppression and the practices of the Death Eaters and Tom?

"Professor Dan Lin seems to want to reorganize the school from the student level."

When asked why he wanted to leave the university, Professor Malfoy found a mockery in the other person's eyes very precisely, and replied respectfully but forcefully, "Personal questions, inconvenient to disclose." ”

Karkaroff really looks like dogs are disgusted, he thought.

So how the hell did this man become the headmaster of Durmstrang? Is the threshold for the current wizard school principal so low?

"Professor, Professor Danlin said she knew."

Fat Cotton had returned, and he handed Professor Malfoy another piece of vellum paper, also tied with red thread, in his hand.

Ranko took it in his hand and motioned to the gentlemen that if they had dealt with the letters at hand, they could go back first, and they would just come over at this point tomorrow, and then sat down behind the lectern and spread out the brown paper in their hands.

Ethan Hollen and Cotton glanced at each other, scramping up on what they were doing.

Rimo gritted his teeth, looking at the fact that there were still many letters, and he could only force himself to speed up, so that all the letters would be processed before ten o'clock.

Three hours of high-intensity spell casting made Rimo's already tight string almost break.

"Go back quickly, or you'll really need to spend the night in the classroom, Mr. Gustafsson."

Who is this harm?!

Li Mo naturally didn't dare to say this in front of the professor, lowered his head and gritted his teeth, covered his already stiff right hand, and left the dark magic classroom first.

The rest of Professor Malfoy alone sorted out the written replies and waited for tomorrow's owls to be delivered to each sender.

"I hope they will like it, these are the best wishes of the professors and students"

This gift is precious, and Professor Malfoy sincerely hopes that they will cherish it.

After stuffing all the envelopes into his pocket, along with the roaring letters that had arrived, he walked out of the door of the dark arts classroom.

Outside the door, tall medieval armor stood motionless, standing tall and watching every wizard who walked in front of it. When Ranko walked out of the classroom, the stone door of the dark magic classroom closed automatically, and the magic blockade was carried out from the inside and outside, and it would not be unlocked until the next day.

Durmstrang Castle, still wrapped in soft light, was unusually quiet, and when Ranko walked out of the castle gate, the ancient castle that had been silent in the white light and flying snow seemed to wake up, and the heavy stone door of the castle slowly closed, and the sound of iron armor and greatsword colliding with each other was heard inside.

The armor is 'alive', endowed with strange magic, influenced by the will of the school, and will loyally defend every corner of the school.

Durmstrang has a very strict ancient protective magic, and this ancient castle is still inhabited by spirits who have lived for an unknown number of years, and wizards who have not been allowed to trespass after the castle is completely sealed will be regarded as intruders by the will of the school and the protection magic.

It is not yet time to be tempted. ’

Professor Malfoy shook his head, he was naturally interested in this strange life, but not yet.

No matter how you say it, you have to be familiar with it first, otherwise you will scare the will of the school, Professor Danlin may have to fight hard with him or something.

Hey, why does time pass so slowly......

Professor Malfoy lifted his feet and was about to return to the North Tower, when he suddenly saw a white shadow flash in front of his eyes, looking left and right, but he found nothing.

He raised his eyebrows, smiled, and left without paying attention.

It wasn't until Professor Malfoy had walked away that the castle's deep, heavy blue-black wooden door was silently pushed open at an angle, and a strange head with no features or hair poked out from inside.

The head, with no features and no hair, like a polished white ball, stared in the direction Professor Malfoy had left for a long time, until the sound of swords colliding in the castle sounded, and then the door closed silently.

The howling wind and silent snow slowly but surely erased all traces and restored peace to the surroundings.

When Professor Malfoy returns to the North Tower, he bumps into Professor Harlenius, who has just given an astronomy lesson to the fifth grade and has not long been out of class.

"Malfoy."

Professor Harlenius, who looked at him with a smile on his face, raised the silver cup in his hand.

"Need some, Professor Haronius."

"It's not good for little kids to drink."

Professor Harlenius scratched his hair and said with a little irritation, but did not refuse.

The first floor of the North Tower is a common room for professors, and unlike the lounges on each floor of the West Tower, Durmstrang's limited 'resources' are sufficient to support every professor to feel at home in Durmstrang.

In the common room on the first floor of the North Tower, there are a series of luxury Muggle world liquors such as 'Louis XIII Brandy', 'Rémy Martin Brandy', 'Bacardi Rum', 'Val Sherry', and other Muggle world specialties, as well as some Wizarding World specialties such as 'Sangre', 'Flame Whiskey', and 'Butterbeer'.

Young wizards under the age of seventeen are not allowed to drink alcohol, but the professors do not have this restriction.

Every house-elf gives 200 percent of their attitude towards their students to the lives of their professors – at least before breakfast every day.

After all, Professor Dan Lin runs every morning, and the rule that you are not allowed to eat breakfast if you don't run is really a bit anti-house-elf.

How restrained do they have to keep from stuffing the delicious things in their hands into the little wizard's pocket?

"I still don't like these house-elves, they're always nervous and don't have a sense of opinion."

The extra silver cup in his hand was filled with some kind of liquid at the screams of the house-elf, and with a sip of the rich, mellow cackling spirit, Professor Harlenius felt only pleasure from the inside out, as if the fatigue of the day had been swept away.

Of course, this is the special feature of this wine, and things in the wizarding world always carry all kinds of peculiar effects.

Professor Malfoy was noncommittal to Professor Harlenius's muttering, and sat down on the warm, quiet couch, his vellum paper spread out on his lap as Professor Dan Lin had given him.

Professor Harlenius let the pleasant mood fill his brain, and waited for a moment until the strange effect of the drink wore off, and then he said:

"They should be moving fast."

It's not all right for him to be here, not to go back to rest, and the same thing they need to tell Professors Malfoy and Vega, who weren't there, about what they discussed in the afternoon.

"They're already in action."

Professor Malfoy chuckled under his stomach and poured the last of the sweet drink from the silver cup into his stomach before getting up and heading back to his room.

How the hell Durmstrang got in the way of those people's eyes, honestly he was getting interested now.

I just don't know if those people can withstand the violent sweeping like Professor Dan Lin pulling nails.

I hope you'll be able to hold up until I'm more interested. ’

Shrugging his shoulders, Professor Malfoy walked to the door of his room, and when he opened the door, he saw a girl sitting on the floor of the living room not far in front of him, playing with a Rubik's Cube.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Winnie said that you treated this child, and that she is going to live with you for a while now to keep the school safe."

Professor Harlenius leaned against the railing outside the door at some point, shaking the silver cup in his hand, not knowing whether he was laughing or what he was doing, but in the next second, a strong wind blew, and the person who brought the door almost didn't fall him from the fourth floor.

"Hey."

Tsk, so careful?

Professor Harlenius straightened himself and threw the silver cup in his hand at random, only to see the silver cup disappear in midair.

He shook his head, and as the alcohol evaporated, he returned to his room, ready to rest.

It's been a terrible day today, so let's sleep.