Naturally, it was impossible for Ranko to let a student spend the night with him.

Not to mention the personal influence, just talking about the bottles and cans on the shelves with indescribable things, as well as the various trigger-type spells set up in the room, he is afraid that this little girl will not survive the next day.

Using his wand to cut through the clear rope that was about to hang around Miss Stricker's neck, Professor Malfoy led her to reopen a room next door to the fourth floor.

The room is equipped in the same way as the other professors' rooms, and the living room window overlooks the tranquil Durmstrang Castle.

"Miss Stricker, if there's any problem, the house-elves will do their best to solve it for you."

The house-elf serving the North Tower spontaneously appeared and bowed to Professor Malfoy and Miss Strick:

"Tabei will serve every wizard of Beita with the most zealous attitude!"

Professor Malfoy motioned for Livia to follow the house-elf into the room, and just as he was about to return to his room, the cloak was grabbed by a hand.

Looking sideways slightly, Professor Malfoy was not moved at all by Miss Strick's uneasy expression, and pulled away from the other party's hand holding his cloak with one finger, and turned away without hesitation.

After a quiet wash, Professor Malfoy sat down on the neat bed, looking at the brown paper in his hand.

"More than I thought."

There are many names in the vellum, and the thick black ink seems to have traces of smudged kraft paper, some of the characters are illegible, and they have been around for a long time.

Among the wizards who use owls to send messages are wild dark wizards, whose parents or grandparents have been wizards in the past, but they have not joined a magic school at the right age to study magic systematically.

They don't have a very high talent in magic, their blood is diluted, and for various reasons they can't generate Murphy, but they have the ability to cast spells.

Such a person does not have a 'hukou' in the wizarding world, belongs to a black household, and cannot hold a wand, even if he accidentally learns of the existence of the wizarding world, he will be quickly amnestic by the Ministry of Magic, and will not be allowed to step into the wizarding world even one step.

There are exceptions.

In 1907, the largest illegal wizarding organization in the wizarding world, the 'Wanderers' Alliance', was founded, and most of its members were half-blood wizards who were exposed to magic in their youth but did not accept memory cancellation for various reasons.

The magical education they received was not orthodox, and their patchwork of knowledge prevented them from becoming successful.

Coupled with the siege and interception of these half-blood wizards by the Ministry of Magic in various places, as long as they encounter it, they will be forced to clean up their memories, confiscate their wands and expel them from the wizarding world, so that their status in the wizarding world is almost the same as that of the dark wizards in the sewers.

As a result, these wizards introduced Muggle technology and tried to overthrow the law system of the wizarding world and resist their expulsion of wizards like themselves.

When facing an Auror/Righteous Qi Master/Demon Slayer from the Ministry of Magic, a few dark wizards who have only learned unorthodox magical theories may not be able to hurt him, but with the weapons of the Muggle world, they can make many wizards who have little experience in dealing with them suffer heavy injuries or die outright!

It takes at least five years for a wizard to be on his own, and then there's a lot of training and experience to accumulate. However, the 'wanderers' with Muggle technology were able to quickly assemble their own unique armed system, where technology and magic complement each other.

They did, growing at breakneck speed, and the organization grew, but just as they were about to attract the attention of the International Confederation of Wizards, one man interrupted them.

Gellert Grindelwald.

In the mid-twenties, Gellert Grindelwald single-handedly wiped out almost the entire 'Rangers League'.

Subsequently, he gave a lecture at the Père Lachaise cemetery in France that has an impact on this day.

- Ironically, there are many living examples from this 'League of Wanderers' in the speech.

In front of a wizard with absolute crushing strength, the small means of mixing magic and technology are really only four dislikes.

But it also made wizards who had seen Muggle technology realize that the world they 'controlled' was gradually being replaced by Muggles.

After being almost disposed of by the Dark Lord, this illegal organization that troubled the major ministries of magic was completely turned underground, and even if the few surviving wizards wanted revenge, they had no way to face Grindelwald, which was in full swing at the time.

Until 1945, when Ranko was struck by Grindelwald's spell, it did not reappear in the eyes of the wizarding world, as if it had disappeared.

"I didn't expect it to come out now."

Written on the vellum are the names of Durmstrang, the Dark Wizard's 'Happy Home' that has collected in recent years about the members of the Wanderers' League.

Comparing the sender's names with those letters, Professor Malfoy was able to find some of the same people very quickly.

Rangers are also interested in Durmstrang?

That's where it gets interesting.

Saints, Death Eaters, and now with an alliance of wanderers who don't enter the stream, what kind of fragrant bun is Durmstrang that makes so many forces throb?

It's a pity that the cursed werewolf, Ranko didn't dig up much useful information in his soul, otherwise he should have known what secrets were in it.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

The process of slowly revealing the secret makes people feel happy, doesn't it?

With a sweet dream, Professor Malfoy fell into a deep sleep.

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Can't sleep.

Can't sleep at all.

Professor Harlenius lay on his bed, looking at the starry sky above him - the Milky Way created by the projection spell bloomed with gentle light, lying beneath the Milky Way, even if it was just an illusory starry sky, still brought a lot of inspiration to Professor Harlenius.

But he rarely had insomnia today.

Since the students were injured in the morning, the 'horse talk' at noon, the bloody gossip in the afternoon, and the teaching in the evening, Professor Harlenius, who should have been extremely tired, seemed to be extremely tired, obviously physically exhausted, but his spirit was extremely excited.

After lying on the bed for a long time, Professor Harlenius sat up, intending to go and have two more drinks.

"Classes are in the evening, so you don't have to get up early."

As for breakfast the next day, oh, let it go with the wind, astronomy class is all about observing the stars, after all, it's all evening - although now, even at night, you can't see a star (polar day).

Professor Harlenius, who was not very accustomed to calling house-elves, gave himself a good reason, and opened the door to his room, wearing only his pajamas, and even his wand was thrown in his coat, and did not carry it with him.

The North Tower was silent, but as Professor Harlenius walked out of the room, there was a muffled sound of thunder and lightning.

Thunder? This is quite rare.

Professor Harlenius hadn't taken two steps before he saw a crack open in the door next to him.

Inside, there seemed to be countless eyes squeezing the door, trying to get out of it.

Over Durmstrang, black thunderclouds piled low and piled up at some point, and the blizzard intensified, muffling out all sounds.