Professor Harlenius, with his hair burned to the point of only three full strands, stared at Professor Malfoy, who was cutting white paper while drinking honey water with resentment in his eyes.

Professor Van Sente, Professor Danlin, and Professor Merino inspected the room on the fourth floor, while the rest of Professor Vega, Professor Harlenius, and Ranko, who had a burning hair, were in the common room on the first floor.

Director Strick's child had long been asleep on the couch next to him, and the child itself needed a lot of sleep.

But something happened at night, and the professors didn't have to sleep tonight.

"I've got hair growth herbs there, Professor Haronnius, and I can go get them right now if I don't mind."

Even if Professor Vega cleared the siege, Professor Haronnius withdrew his gaze and snorted, and then nodded to Professor Vega's 'amiable face'.

"I'm sorry for you."

Professor Vega smiled narrowly and left.

As soon as Professor Haronnius emerged from the door, he was doused with a 'bloody head' by Professor Merino's fierce fire, and even if it was extinguished in time, the fierce fire did not directly ignite the whole person, but it still burned the most vulnerable hair to the point that there were not a few left.

Professor Harlenius was really a little depressed, how did he just believe Malfoy's nonsense and go out first?

"Is it possible, you say, that it was just an accident?"

Professor Malfoy was noncommittal, and he put down the long strips of white paper that had been cut, and then took out a box of golden powder and a quill from his pocket.

Professor Haronius glared at him, visibly disbelieving.

Hey, I'm not a bad person, don't always think of people as bad or not...... Ranko was also very helpless in his heart, he just felt that someone outside was using a spell, and it was impossible to anticipate things like a god, who could know that someone outside was using a strong fire, right?

Besides, he burned a head of hair...... Well, it does look a little unseemly.

Professor Malfoy coughed twice, hiding the corners of his mouth up.

"What are you laughing at!"

Professor Harlenius's face is a little distorted, he still talks about face in the end, and he can't make jokes anymore when he goes out like this...... Wait, why did he say again?

"Something interesting came to mind"

Professor Malfoy turned his head away from Professor Harlenius.

"What's funny!"

That's a lot...... Like in front of the auditorium before, the loop of 'It's so nice to laugh' is played.

"I don't know if you know a character in the Muggle world, called Sanmao ......"

And Professor Harlenius, you're a perfect match.

Professor Malfoy couldn't hold back, his shoulders shaking.

"Poof—"

"Horses! You! Good fortune! ”

Professor Harlenius is so angry that he picks up his wand and is about to have a vigorous duel with the Dark Arts Professor!

Professor Vincent came down from the upper floor, and as soon as he arrived on the first floor, he saw sofas, chairs, teacups, tableware, etc., floating around, and he was a little dazed.

Of course, the two professors in the middle of the 'battlefield' were sitting in place, just directing the surrounding items to block each other.

When they saw Professor Van Sent coming down, they stopped.

After all, this is not a life-and-death duel, it can only be attributed to 'play'.

Neither Professor Harlenius nor Professor Malfoy are wizards who don't know what to do.

Although Professor Harlenius took a bite of Malfoy in his heart after he stopped it, and scolded him for his bad luck.

He didn't get any favors, and Malfoy's spell skills were indeed higher than his.

"How?"

Professor Van Sente was helpless, and after watching the table, chair and bench return to their prime, he looked at Professor Harlenius, and Professor Harlenius said: "It's no big deal, that resentful spirit can be stopped by the Patronus, and my spell should hurt it......"

He was suddenly a little alert: "What, what happened again?" You didn't catch it? ”

"It's gone."

Professor Vincent shook his head, walked over to the couch in front of the two professors, sat down, and whispered, "I need to know what you're doing in there." ”

——

Time rewinds forty minutes ago.

As Professor Harlenius vanished, Ranko glanced back.

There was no light in the room, no thunder and lightning, and everything, including sound, seemed to be swallowed up by darkness, except for the faint glow of the wand in his hand.

'Evil spirits......

Instead of summoning his Patronus like Professor Haronnius did, he turned his head back and continued to observe the stone door that had been stripped of the black-red moss, revealing the dark yellow rune paper inside.

Little by little, Ranko carefully peeled off the moss with a spell, revealing the dark yellow rune paper in its entirety.

The rune paper clings to the stone gate and seems to have merged with the stone gate. There were slight bumps on it, and Ranko reached out to touch it, and when he withdrew it, he found that his fingers were stained with that dull yellow.

It's gold dust. ’

Enchanted gold dust is a common but expensive magical ingredient that resists disembodied magical creatures such as ghosts.

Like the Muggle world, gold in the wizarding world can also be used as a general equivalent, and although the gold galleons made by the elves are alloyed, they also have gold in them, which is a less popular material (wizards prefer to use gold instead of gold), and it is an expensive material.

Ranko looked at the whole door, and thought that the whole door, and even the walls of the entire room, should be densely covered with dark yellow rune paper written in gold dust.

As for what is written in gold dust on the rune paper......

He squinted slightly, and as his wand leaned closer to the wall, there was a sudden silence behind him, and something had approached his neck, on the white neck.

The black rope was silent, and the moment it strangled the black magic professor's neck, he violently exerted force, trying to drag him directly into the darkness.

'The words of such unjust souls......

The moment the black rope exerts force, the existence on the other side senses that something is wrong.

At the end of the rope, the black rope around the neck had been grasped by a pale hand. Obviously, there is a curse aura on the black rope that cannot be ignored, but it is easily caught by the blonde boy.

Since the existence on the other side could sense the strangeness of the person in front of him, Professor Malfoy could naturally sense the strangeness of the other side, and he tilted his head.

I also want to collect this kind of unjust soul. ’

How special is Durmstrang's Soul? How did it come to be? How many ghosts did you eat? Why is it locked here? Does this have something to do with some ancient mysteries?

Moreover, this is a ghost that can eat ghosts (ghosts are also a type of ghosts), which is not very common.

Professor Malfoy chuckled and gave up studying the rune paper on the stone door.

Now he wanted to know more about the essence of this unjust soul than the rune paper.

Ranco grabbed the rope, step by step, and without the slightest fear, extinguished the light and stepped into the darkness.

The voice of an old father calling for a child sounded slowly in the dark and closed room:

"Here, let me see."

Where are you?