A quiet morning begins with a breakfast without chickens and eggs.

The owls who were 'shouted' by the spell were stunned, and they had long lost their previous momentum.

Most of the owls were still humming upside down in the snowdrifts, not crawling out, and a few owls were swaying on the snow, apparently the spell had caused them great physical and mental 'damage'.

The kind that takes at least three rats to recover.

The owl, which has a quick mind and an excellent duty to deliver letters, is the first to fly to the table. It is very beautiful, with pure white feathers and a crooked face that resembles a cat's face, and its face is scattered with fine gray spots, which looks honest and honest, but it is not lacking in shrewdness and sensitivity.

Under the gaze of Lan Keguang, the owl very simply threw the letter it had been holding on to the table, and did not wait for the professor of dark magic to feed him, and then flew out of the window with a pop.

"Hogwarts."

The envelope in his hand had his familiar fire-lacquered seal, and Professor Malfoy was silent for a moment before shoving the letter into his pocket.

What does a letter from Hogwarts do at this time? Was Dumbledore found out about his manipulation of that doll last night?

He didn't rush to open the letter, there was something obviously more important than the letter from Hogwarts.

In order to rectify Durmstrang's owl market, especially to let them follow the rules, enter the school without saying bathing and changing clothes, comb their fur well, don't leave dirt, and don't have a dark red glow on their mouths like eating a dead child.

Decent, you know, decent.

That's all he asks of these wizards' fowl, isn't that too much?

Then, with the exception of the very beautiful owl at the beginning, the other owls that came to their senses, both in terms of appearance and ability, seemed to Professor Malfoy to be a bit inadequate.

He took out a stack of replies from his pocket that he had just written the night and waited for their proprietary messenger to come and claim them.

The number of letters sent to the school today is about the same as yesterday, and some wizards send letters every day, while others may only take a few days to deliver the letters because of the long distance, which also leads to the uneven number of letters received by the school every day.

However, it is only the beginning of the school year, and it is not yet the peak time.

And the existence of magic, even if he can't speak owl language, can effortlessly express his thoughts through spells.

Quiet queuers, live.

Cutting in line......

Professor Merino, who was sitting alone in a single position not far away, suddenly looked up, and a green light flashed.

A crow with a pitch-black body and red eyes that had just been rudely cut into the queue fell to the ground in a daze, its whole body stiff and dead.

The Killing Curse immediately robbed it of its life.

It's a pity that it's not a round-faced fat chicken......

In order to highlight their differences, some wizards even use the word to send letters, and even wizards regard them as ominous crows.

Professor Malfoy was a little regretful, but he still dutifully showed his 'good skills' of skinning, deboning and washing hair in front of the owls with his wand.

The cauldron in the center finally worked, and with a thud, the crow that had been cooked for half a minute entered the water safely, waiting to come out of the pot.

"Goo...... some owls shrank their heads.

Wizard-bred owls are so humane that they are even hailed as alternative magical creatures.

"Alright, next."

Professor Malfoy's slightly regretful tone made many owls want to escape, and this was the first time they had seen a wizard who killed birds.

"Goo-...... wizard is so scary!"

"Goo-goo-goo-goo...... "Mama, I'm going home......

"Quiet, you know, quiet."

Suddenly the scene was silent again, and all the owls did not dare to coo casually, for they were afraid that the green glowing spell would be the next right one.

Cuckoo...... Sorcerer...... Cuckoo...... Durmstrang ...... Coo-goo-goo......

There are Fantastic Beasts Conservation Society in the wizarding world, why isn't there an Owl Conservation Society......

The house-elves in the corner stared at them in disbelief of their eyes.

These bad guys make a mess of the cafeteria every time they come, whether it's excrement or feathers, just like yesterday, those cursed screaming letters can almost spill all over the first floor, but today they seem to be too peaceful!

The feather fell to the ground, and the owner of the feather immediately lowered his head in a panic and pecked at the feather, and then looked around in a panic, but did not dare to make a movement.

The owls stood in all the places within the sight of the wizard's hand, and some of them even almost fell to the ground and fell asleep after standing for a long time, but just when they were about to fall to the ground, they were immediately awakened by an inexplicable strong will, and they did not dare to fall asleep.

It's not an owl at all.

After all, owls are nocturnal animals, and Nordic is now daytime, which is really difficult for them.

Miss Stricker's gruel was scooped clean from her desk, and she was very curious, staring at the professor in front of her without blinking.

Professor Malfoy took his wand, sorting the letters, sealing the magic inside, and instructed the owls who lined up to deliver the letters, one by one, to separate the stacks of letters and tell them to remember that they must bring this thing to their owners 'properly'.

This is a return gift, as a good wizard who abides by the law, and as a pure-blood who knows how to be polite, for the 'gift' they bring, the return gift must be the same, or something similar.

This can reflect the good habits and decency of a wizard.

"Teach...... ......" Miss Stricker tilted her head and spat out a few words she had just written yesterday with a little difficulty.

"Miss Stricker, your lesson this morning was Professor Merino's Transfiguration class."

Professor Malfoy didn't look up, waving his wand at will, tidying up the letters on the table.

"Professor Merino, can you please take Miss Stricker to the castle later?"

Professor Merino was silent, and neither was Professor Malfoy.

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"Today's Owl ......"

Cotton ran around the castle for almost an hour before he was about to complete his target for the day.

During the morning exercise, you are not allowed to use spells, let alone a series of cheats such as potions, which is indeed a bit difficult for Mr. Cotton, who usually stays at home and does not leave the door.

At this time, his little fat face was a little pale, his thighs trembled and he could barely walk, and he could only walk slowly by holding on to the stone handrail next to him that was frozen like a popsicle.

Ethan Holren was also next to him, as was Mel Joyce, except for Mr. Krum, who was often seen with Mr. Joyce.

Hearing the weak voice of the little fat dun, Maier glanced at the sky and shouted with some surprise:

"What are those owls doing?"