Because the second sixth-grade black magic class in the morning was postponed, Ranko went straight back to the North Tower after leaving the East Tower.

He was greeted by a glowing lifeform standing quietly in the doorway.

The rest of the professors in the North Tower are either in class or still sleeping soundly, and the North Tower is quiet except for the house-elves who are busy day in and day out. No one bothered.

'Indemnification. ’

The school will use the word 'reparation' without a teacher, and Malfoy is causing trouble in her house, and she must pay compensation.

Otherwise...... Or she'll throw this guy out!

Seeing that the school was a little shorter than him, Professor Malfoy was inexplicably happy.

Tsk, how can there be a sense of déjà vu when a vicious tenant encounters a true, kind and beautiful landlord?

"Please come in."

Professor Malfoy amused himself at what was on his mind, and pushed open the stone door, allowing the polite magical creature to enter the room.

After placing the school rules on the shelf, Professor Malfoy motioned for the polite magical being to sit down in the living room, waited for him to take his seat, and then said:

"I need to check what step the curse on your body has taken before I can respond properly...... Need something? Lemon juice, or krona? ”

Although the school will is the de facto controller of Durmstrang and has little privacy in front of her, in general, this peculiar being still respects the privacy of the wizard who lives in the castle.

Even though she was still angry, she did not rush into a professor's room.

'No, I don't. 'The school is quite cold-willed.

"Then let's have some lemon juice, it's still cold and at room temperature...... Well, maybe an iced drink will help reduce the fire...... For a teacup, take two glasses of iced lemon juice. ”

"Yes, master."

Professor Malfoy's house-elf didn't show up, and two glasses of lemonade with lots of ice cubes appeared on the table.

How could this house-elf, who had served the Malfoy family for nearly two hundred years, not see that it was his dear master who wanted some cold drinks in the winter, and as a competent house-elf, he would naturally do his best to satisfy all the ideas of his master...... It's just a little confusing.

Why two cups? Still talking to yourself? Is it its great Malfoy master who is crazy again?

…… Wait, why is it saying again?

As the sweet lemon juice was served, Professor Malfoy added two more pieces of rock sugar to it, and with a burst of stirring, he drank most of the lemon juice that made the school want to have a toothache.

She didn't touch the cup in front of her, and treated her coldly.

Laughing to death, magical life has neither taste nor touch, even if the world's most terrible food is given to her, she is blind and cannot taste it.

"You can try it, maybe it tastes good."

Professor Malfoy put his glass down, smacked his lips, and said.

"I need to determine the potency of that curse, and that's kind of a test."

'Materialization' can be said to be a new type of magical curse, and there is currently no information or data to refer to, only a little bit of exploration.

When the school heard this, he could only pick up the cup and take a symbolic sip.

In the calm but somewhat curious gaze of the teacup, there was nothing opposite his master, and the lemon juice from the cup suddenly floated up, and most of it disappeared inexplicably.

Muggles, wizards, and magical beings could not see the will of the school, even if she walked in front of them, she could not be detected by humans. The wizards of Durmstrang could see the air around the school's will distorted by her presence, due to their connection to the school, but they still couldn't get a glimpse of the full picture.

Ranko Malfoy is one of the few people who can actually see her.

He's the special one.

The school will obviously have no facial features, and I don't know how she finished drinking. Professor Malfoy had already pulled out brown paper and an automatic quill and was ready to begin the consultation.

This is a habit he has developed at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, where every patient with unusual symptoms will keep a detailed record of the condition and the diagnosis process, after all, the record helps to think and sort out the thoughts.

"Does it smell?"

'Nope. ’

The answer to the school's will is still concise and to the point.

"Where's the feeling of freezing?"

'Nope. ’

Brush brush brush, automatic quill began to record all the conversations between the two.

"Teacup, one more cup...... Oh, and that doesn't need to be recorded. ”

The automatic quill crosses out the sentence you just wrote, and then writes it downward.

With a new glass of lemon juice in hand, Professor Malfoy pulled the jars out of his pocket in front of the school's will and began to configure.

As the red-green powder dissolved in the ice water, the lemon juice, which was not yet cloudy, turned into a thick, blackened drink.

"Try again now."

He pushed the object to the silent school will, stood up, walked a few steps to the edge of the stone wall in the living room, and pressed his hand against the wall as if listening.

After a few seconds, he turned back.

The strong, blackened drink on the table was gone.

"How does it feel?"

'The smell of decay. ’

The voice of the school will sound ethereal without five senses, but if the listener is not shielded with a closed brain book, they will hear all kinds of meaningless babbling.

For wizards who have not reached a certain level, even listening to voices is a danger.

"What else?"

Professor Malfoy grabbed the quill in his hand and began to take notes on his own.

'Rotten, hot, unwilling, fearful, resentful......

As if impregnated with emotion, the school will carefully savor this strange emotion, and said in turn.

'What is this?' ’

She was a little curious.

Magical life does not have most emotional fluctuations, or the fluctuation range is very small, so this kind of not beautiful emotion is constantly wanton in the body, which makes her feel very strange.

Professor Malfoy let out an 'um' and explained casually without raising his head, "A little bit of munmy powder." ”

This is a very good curse medium. A well-conditioned mummy Yin alone costs more than two hundred gold gallons on the black market.

What's more, this was stolen by the Egyptian dark wizard from a pyramid protected by layers of magic, although the price he traded at the time was only five hundred and twenty gold gallons. But until now, these are all priceless things, and they may not be able to buy them again.

Thinking of this, Professor Malfoy added: "This thing is expensive, don't look at the small amount of this thing, but it uses a little less, and I don't have much of it." ”

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Then he said very generously:

"Of course, if you think it's good, give me a few school treasures in return...... Or that exchange is okay, albeit a little less......"

Durmstrang and Hogwarts are both thousand-year-old schools, and there are many secrets in this place, even the headmaster and vice principal of the school may not know all the secrets.

Naturally, the school is the will of her family, and she will definitely know a lot more than Karkaroff and Danlin taught them.

‘……’

The school will not know if it should be honored, and when it thinks about what it has just drunk, it falls silent.

Professor Malfoy was a little sorry to see this, but he still dutifully said:

"I need to look into the situation of the wraith as a comparison, but there is a magic guard in that room."

'So? ’

"Please bring that wrath here, and be careful not to trigger the magic."

The detection of the big-eyed beads is still too frizzy, and the school will be much safer than he is if the will is transferred.

After all, the school is her home.