The next morning, all the professors got up early.

Of course, waking up early is just the result of not sleeping all night.

Professor Van Sente stayed up late to go to the library to check with Professor Harlenius, Professor Merino guarded the room on the fourth floor, and Professor Vega went to the castle with Professor Danlin to communicate with the armor of the school and ask them to watch out for resentment that might appear in the school.

Those armors that can be infinitely reproduced are the guards of the school, essentially the eyes of the school's will, through which they can inform the school's will of the destabilizing factors that appear in the school.

Those armors have been fused with the castle, and the existence of the school will be difficult to destroy. Because they don't have souls, the means of attacking them will be very limited, and as long as the spirits exist in Durmstrom, they are equivalent to hanging around in people's bodies, and sooner or later they can be caught.

Professor Malfoy, on the other hand, stayed in his room all night, claiming that it took some time to conceive the search spell, but was actually talking to the will of the school.

Through the armor stuffed into his pocket, and the roster's response to the school's will, Ranko was finally connected to the school's will, but this thing wasn't a wizard after all, and it was much more difficult to communicate with it than with a wizard.

How to say it, it's probably more difficult than two juniors.

The big will of the school has not awakened, and it is the small will of the school that deals with this matter. In terms of resentment, his spell could be concealed from Dan Lin teaching them, but to the will of the school, which was the school's own, this disguise was meaningless, and he did not have the luxury of hiding it.

The school's little will should have wanted to throw the culprit out after discovering that the school professor was doing the ghost, but due to the contract, and Professor Malfoy's persuasion with a white porcelain vial, the final result was still good, and both sides took a small step back.

He took the resentful soul away, and the school will not tell the other wizards what he wants to do by any means, provide him with magical convenience, not pursue his behavior of taking things from the school, and if he can, undo the restrictions on phantom migration, and use all kinds of black magic to play with the students, and always lay a good cover for his possible crimes......

Oh, it's not hard to see from here that Karkaroff was very unpopular, and even he said that he intended to replace the headmaster, and the school agreed without blinking.

School Will :)

In fact, Professor Malfoy was still thinking about whether this little thing would allow him to meet the founder of Durmstrang, and that such a powerful wizard might be able to leave a portrait or a legacy or something, but as soon as he made this request, the school's will almost broke off his head, so he had no choice but to swallow the request he wanted to make next.

So, when Professor Harlenius saw Professor Malfoy the next day, he saw that Professor Moorff, who had not slept all night, had a swollen left eye.

The harsh red was particularly conspicuous on the pale skin.

"Yo-hee."

Professor Harlenius raised an eyebrow, "That's what you call the Late Night Thinking Curse?" How's it going, our professor of dark arts, have you figured out the spells? ”

Professor Malfoy gave him a cool look, this man still looked like a man last night.

He also ignored the redness and swelling on his left eye, which had not gone away for a while, and planned to go to the library when he had time to look through Durmstrang's founding history.

"For you, Winnie's potion." As he spoke, Professor Haronius involuntarily stuffed two bottles of potions in red crystals to Ranko.

Ranko looked down and found that it was a potion to remove evil spirits from the body and restore physical strength.

Just looking at the color, the effect should be good.

He put things in his pocket, and was just about to get to Xie when he was slapped on the back.

"Okay, okay, don't play these false things, I've heard too many polite words."

Professor Harlenius was impatient, patted Malfoy on the back, and prepared to catch up on sleep.

"By the way, Winnie said that there is no need to go for the morning run, and after a tired night, it is better to take a proper rest even if you make up for it with medics."

He turned his back to Ranko and waved his hand, signaling that he was going to rest.

Professor Malfoy stood there for a long pause before turning around.

Instead of drinking the potion given by Professor Danlin, he took out the potion he had made from his pocket.

It's not that he doesn't trust Professor Danlin - well, not much, after all, for a Malfoy, a friendship without interest is still too light after all—his own body knows best, even a healing potion can cause his body to collapse twice, and that's no joke.

After drinking a standard one ounce (about 28 grams) of potion, Professor Malfoy slipped the empty potion bottle back into his pocket.

He touched his left eye again, and the redness and swelling there did not dissipate easily because of the potion's effect.

With so much convenience in exchange for a punch, and also discovering a lot of secrets about the school's will, this deal is worth it, but ......

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Professor Malfoy lowered his head.

Is it still too eye-catching, tsk......

The skin of his left eye appears to be an oil-stained substance, and if you look closely, you can see that his skin is unusual, consisting of strips of cloth soaked in yellow-green liquid.

The yellow-green bandage in front of the eyeball was out of place with a red mark, and as Professor Malfoy's palm lightly touched that part, the bandage quickly broke and disintegrated, and a new bandage grew back from where it had been broken, covering that part again.

When he took his hand down, it was like a trick, and the original redness and swelling were gone.

I can't stand this punch. ’

Shaking his head, a yellow-green bandage with a red mark appeared in Professor Malfoy's hand, tucked into his pocket.

"Okay, then the right thing to do now should be ......"

With the potion hanging, even if you haven't slept all night, Ranko can still be in good spirits.

He noticed that the door on the side of Miss Stricker was quietly opening, and Miss Stricker looked at it with empty eyes, and he didn't know how long.

"Miss Stricker." Professor Malfoy happily asked, "Are you in the mood to have a meal together?" ”

Let's have a meal first, after all, it's the sixth grade in the morning......

So, the third floor of the canteen.

"Iron, iron pot?"

The house-elf stammered again, and before the professor could speak, the house-elf immediately began to smash into the corner of the wall in tears, scolding himself for not listening to the wizard's request, damn it, damn it, damn it.

"Yes, the iron pot."

Professor Malfoy was not at all moved by the fact that house-elves were self-punishing, he had long been accustomed to house-elves.

After arriving at the cafeteria, Ranko arranged the children of Director Strick's family and found the house-elf on the third floor, which was dedicated to the professor's dining floor, and made his own request.

It was just after half past six, and the school's little wizards were practicing as usual around the beautiful Durmstrang according to the school rules, and most of them had not yet reached the cafeteria, and the place was very empty.

"Professor Malfoy, what do you need?"

After the house-elf who had been instructed to fetch a pot that could hold several unicorns disappeared, another house-elf appeared.

"Get me some salt, green onions, ginger, cooking wine, ......," Professor Malfoy thought for a moment, and popped out word by word.

"Simmer over low heat, fragrant ......"

House-Elf: ???

Another owl letter came this morning...... Ranko had long wanted to try a new dish called 'Round-faced Fat Chicken' in his previous life, but he never had the opportunity.

As for the owl chaos yesterday morning, he deeply felt that there was no need for the owls raised by those dirty, messy, and not very decent wizards.

There is no need to exist, it is better to use the waste.