Today's owls are strange, quiet as fossils, not the usual noisy creatures.

Mayer, who had yesterday's psychological shadow, couldn't help but mutter: "It can't be a real stone......

"Look at their eyes, and their feathers."

Cotton wiped the sweat from his forehead, and although the little fat man was fat, his eyesight was not bad.

"If it's a stone, it's too realistic, and it's still possible to be petrified."

Petrified ......

Ethan and Maier were silent for a moment, and they thought of one person at the same time, who might not be able to do such a thing.

"It's not petrified."

Cotton, who had not yet noticed the anomaly of the two classmates, took advantage of the time to quickly straighten himself up, holding his wand with some soft hands, and at the same time carefully observing the owls.

It's strange that these owls, who are usually not good-tempered, are really just motionless now, and they don't look like they have been caught in the immobilization charm and the petrification charm......

Strange in his heart, Cotton used a spell to dry his robe and the sweat stains on his body to prevent him from catching a cold.

He was a little unsure: "Owls are nocturnal creatures, and although owls raised by wizards can work during the day, they are certainly much quieter than at night...... But look. ”

He pointed to a few creatures in the corner that were much larger than the other owls, and the other two looked over.

"Eagle owl?"

Maier wasn't so sure.

"Yes, the eagle owl, the nocturnal beast, is the largest owl at the moment."

At the same time, he couldn't help but think that a well-trained eagle owl could be sold for thirty times the price of an ordinary owl, and a good one could even be sold for forty or even fifty times, and the price of five or six hundred gold gallons, coupled with the follow-up feeding problems, would also make it difficult for ordinary families to afford.

"And this owl is notoriously fierce, and ordinary wizards can't afford to raise it."

Now the eagle owls were like falling asleep, standing on the leafless and crumbling branches covered with snow, and people couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

"They're in line."

Ethan also observed for a long time, frowning and making a judgment.

"Queue?" Cotton and Maier spoke at the same time, and when they heard this, they stared at the rock-like owls for a long time, only to realize that there were always owls coming in and out of the window on the third floor of the cafeteria.

Every time an owl catches a letter and comes out, an owl staggers in, looking unexpectedly neat.

What those owls brought out......

Thinking about those replies last night, Mr. Cotton and Mr. Hollen, who were personally involved, had strange faces.

"Eat first, eat first, I'm starving!"

Cotton 'haha' made a fuss, and the little short leg quickly ran into the cafeteria.

"Hollen, Joyce, let's go!"

Ethan and Maier glanced at each other, and without further words, raised their legs and walked towards the cafeteria, which was gradually becoming more and more crowded.

——

Professor Malfoy quickly dealt with the letter.

If you reply to the letter, there is already the sender's owl here, let the owl take it back directly, for the time being, there is no owl coming, and the reply will be brought back by other owls 'by the way', anyway, running once is running, running twice is also running is not, and you can be familiar with the business if you run more.

It's just a pity, this morning's trophy is only a crow with not many catties and two meats, which is not enough for one person to eat, so I can only regret letting the house-elf take it away and throw it away.

After Professor Merino had taken the Stricker Lady away, Professor Malfoy put down his knife and fork and waited for the house-elves to take away the breakfast, looking at the two letters spread out on the table.

Of the letters received this morning, only two are more significant.

One letter from Hogwarts.

One is from Iceland, from the office of the Minister of Magic of Iceland.

Look at the letter first, although it is titled the Office of the Minister of Magic of Iceland, it is actually a personal letter.

The sender's name is Nimancha Stan Bogman, the Deputy Minister of the Icelandic Ministry of Magic, and one of the candidates currently in the Icelandic Ministry of Magic for the post of Minister of Magic.

Some may be unfamiliar with this and wonder why he sent this letter at this time, but Professor Malfoy is in passing to mention that his son's name is Seat Bergman, and he is the father of the poor guy who was almost stared at yesterday.

Apparently, someone in the school had already reported the news.

In the letter, the father, who almost lost his son, spoke in a fierce tone, angrily denouncing the school's behavior of hurting the students, demanding that the wizard apologize in public, and that the school must expel the professor, otherwise the Icelandic Ministry of Magic will use various legal means to maintain its legitimate rights and interests.

Not to mention his various demands, including a large number of gold gallons and various magic ornaments or equivalent items of compensation, just this kind of domineering, not at all in advance, almost sticking to the face of the believer and saying, "Lao Tzu has the right, hurry up and do it!" The corners of Professor Malfoy's mouth grew anglier and wider, and he was about to laugh angrily at the end.

'Tsk, how did this brain-dead become the deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic?' ’

Professor Malfoy shifted into a more comfortable position, and complained inwardly.

So now it's not only the quality of the headmaster of the magic school that is not good, but even the Ministry of Magic has begun to do this kind of stupid guy who sleeps during the day?

If such a guy becomes the Minister of the Icelandic Ministry of Magic, then the Icelandic Ministry of Magic will have a look at it in the future.

And in response to this lion's request to open his mouth, Professor Malfoy was directly happy to reply to him on the spot. Of course, his tone would naturally be much better than that of the Deputy Minister, and a decent Malfoy could always make his words elegant and gentle if he wanted to.

Of course, there is only one sentence between the words.

'You can sue as much as you want, whether it's the International Wizengamot Court or the Icelandic Wizengamot Court, if you can sue me, I will lose. ’

Hey, is it really an ornament of international education law, or is the Wizengamot court run by your family, and you can only listen to you endlessly?

It's just a deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, and it's not the Norwegian Ministry of Magic, and the headmaster and vice principal of Durmstrang haven't spoken yet, what are you doing here?

He elegantly handed the elegantly written letter to the side, and watched the owl, which was trembling like chaff, and when it flew away in panic, Professor Malfoy tapped his fingers lightly on the table and looked at the other letter.

Although the letter from Hogwarts was sealed with Hogwarts fire paint, it was not as much a Hogwarts letter as Dumbledore's personal letter.

Maybe it will help you. ’

There is only one sentence in the letter, and at the end of the letter is a playful signature of the way of writing, and it can be seen that the greatest wizard of this century is old, but his heart is not old.

Along with the one-sentence letter was a feather with a crimson glow, the tail feather of the phoenix Dumbledore, the phoenix Fawkes.

What does it mean to send this thing?

Ranko put away the two letters in his hand, and as he stood up, he was thinking about what Dumbledore meant.

This old man is even more incomprehensible after fifty years, and they all say that people are old and fine, and what Dumbledore means is probably only understood by using the Dementor to enter the deepest part of his consciousness.

Woo me in? Finding a babysitter for a savior?

It can't just be a kind help, hehehehe, who believes?

However, if it helps me......

Belonging to the same phoenix, although the phoenix raised by Dumbledore is not of the same race as Oreo, but the phoenix is a magical animal with a strange induction, maybe with obvious attributes to restrain each other, with the fire attribute of the phoenix feathers, can indeed accelerate Oreo's hatching?

Oh my Oreo, why haven't you come out yet, how long has it been, even the chicks should hatch.

Having not experienced the rebirth of the Phoenix Nirvana (except for Grindelwald's one time and not dying once), Professor Malfoy lacked this experience!

Durmstrang's Dark Arts Professor walked out of the cafeteria with a sad face, and as he passed by a few wizards, he naturally ignored their Parkinson's bodies, which were just as shaky as those owls.

Student: Laxatives, PTSD, no need to explain, I'm afraid that the professor will kill with one look.

So, what else should we do this morning?

Otherwise, let's just fight, count the days, Mr. Krum, who is still in the third grade, can have a relationship with dragons in the sixth grade, and the wizard in the sixth grade should not be too bad......

Hey, there are really not many professors like him, who have phoenix eggs in their hearts and are still thinking about their students.

Sure enough, it's a mistake to be too kind, why is he so kind to let the students collectively experience this triwizard tournament that only warriors can experience in advance!