In the afternoon fourth-year class, Professor Malfoy handed out a mock curl of their abilities to the fourth-year students, and then, just like yesterday, after completing the problems on vellum, they tested their Charms basics to a certain extent.

As a group of students leave the classroom with expressions of helplessness and deep shock, Ranko collects the shattered pieces of armor and unravels the Traceless Stretching Charm.

"It should be proposed to the school to fix a Traceless Stretching Charm here, after all, the dark arts themselves are a very practical course." By the end of today's lesson, it was close to five o'clock in the afternoon.

The polar days in northern Norway are roughly from April to October, while the polar nights are from November to February, and the rest of the day is either long and short or long.

After packing up his few dark magic books that he had taken out to pass the boring time, Ranko put his things in his pocket before walking out of the classroom.

He was going to go to the library, where there were some books he hadn't borrowed before. Unfortunately, Professor Malfoy has not found any other record of the phoenix, such as raising and hatching, in addition to some of the ancient texts that record the amazing beast of the phoenix.

"Maybe I should ask someone to look for it...... Well, Newt probably has it, he's always loved magical beasts. "Professor Malfoy is still obsessed with his phoenix, and Oreo has become like this for him anyway.

It's just Senior Newt...... By the time he entered Hogwarts, the magizoologist had long since left, leaving no stable contact with him.

Thinking about all the myctologists he could think of, Ranko shook his head and shook his body and walked out of the castle.

Who is more familiar with the amazing beast like the phoenix? In fact, there was always a shortcut in front of him, and he could reach it as long as he stretched out his hand.

Professor Dumbledore at Hogwarts had a phoenix, which was a well-established thing in the wizarding world. Ranko, who also had a phoenix, wrote to him asking if he was the best solution at the moment, and Professor Dumbledore would never refuse.

It's just that when he thinks of the phoenix feather he received this morning, he doubts that this person will be so kind and solve the needs of others?

'I'm afraid there's a hole in front of me waiting for me to drill!' Professor Malfoy thought to himself.

A good Malfoy should always have the greatest malice to speculate about others, not to mention that he is dealing with a bad old man with a lot of wit, and Merlin knows whether he will be arranged clearly if he gets involved in those things in England.

This pit jump is definitely not to jump, the scene between the junior and Miss Savior falling in love and killing each other is behind, he feels troublesome to think about, otherwise he will not avoid Hogwarts immediately after waking up.

Ranko has always been very clear about his purpose, and it was and still is, and it is better to leave things unnecessary.

It was still some way out of the castle to the library, and Professor Malfoy saw a number of students gathered in twos and threes, but whenever they saw him, he would keep his mouth shut, and stand there like a wooden man until he left, and then he would recover and whisper.

"That's this year's Professor of Dark Arts?"

"Does it look so small, is it ten years old?"

"Idiot, he can be your grandfather, if you want me to say that this professor of dark arts is definitely close to Merino in my heart."

"Really?"

"You go and check, Ranko Malfoy, this is who I am...... I don't know how I died and came back to life...... "Professor Merino gave these students the same deterrent power as the weak-looking Professor Danlin.

Without it, when facing Professor Danlin, their vice-chancellor would at least not use a magic wand to cast a spell on them, but Professor Merino really dared to directly attack and beat them when someone made trouble.

Oh, and now there's another Professor Malfoy who teaches dark arts. The new professor of black magic at the beginning of the school gave these students a full dismissal, the young wizards in the first and second grades may not feel anything, and those senior students themselves are more difficult to manage than one another, but today I didn't see anyone dare to make trouble in the black magic class.

Unlike Professor Danlin, who has a little bit of a knife in his smile, and Professor Merino, who is quick to cut through the mess, Professor Malfoy first shows the worst in front of everyone, so that the students know that they have a sword of Damocles on their heads, and if they do something less pleasant, they will fall down comfortably.

It's called no best, there's an Arvada, to solve the problem at the root. Oh, I heard that the third-grade middle school wasn't a killing curse, and the person didn't die, but isn't there still one lying in the school doctor's room!

Durmstrang, who is fist-supreme under the rules, may be okay to be beaten, after all, it is just a little blood and some skin, and the terrible thing is the terrible black magic damage at first glance.

After all, there are many types of black magic, and no one knows whether the black magic in them will solve the spell and whether it will produce irreversible damage.

Therefore, they always have an indistinct sense of awe when facing the Dark Arts Professor, especially the Dark Arts Professor, who seems to be gentle but is actually ruthless.

There's no way anyone is stupid enough to make trouble, right?

"Let's go, I feel like I'm in a cold sweat when I'm stared at by this professor." The student who had said, 'The professor can be your grandfather,' shuddered for a moment, and didn't dare to walk in the direction of the West Tower until Professor Malfoy's figure was far away.

The others felt the same way, shaking the goosebumps they had just raised before leaving. Ranko met many students along the way, and some students would say hello to him, but more students were not seen when they saw him, which was quite rude.

Ranko didn't care about this, and when he arrived at the school library, he said hello to the library's administrator, Mrs. Taya Pollino, and went up to the second floor.

The second floor of Durmstrang's library is the equivalent of a no-book area, and students are generally not allowed to approach it except for a library card signed by a professor.

Following his memory, Professor Malfoy walked through the stacks of bookshelves in the direction he remembered.

Between the fourth-to-last and third-to-last rows, Professor Malfoy saw a stocky little wizard crouching on the ground, seemingly looking for something.

"Mr. Cotton." The Humpty Dumpty wizard was suddenly called, and a spirit stood up. When he saw that it was Ranko, he shrunk his neck and snorted

"Professor Malfoy". Ranko tilted his head slightly and thought about it, he had given the third-year wizard a library card yesterday.

After all, as a wizard who was a good learner of charms in the third year, and a wizard who showed some talent in his first class, Ranko adhered to the idea that "maybe it was the second Grindelwald" and signed a library card for him on the second floor of the library.

"Is there something wrong?" Cotton's eyes lit up when he heard this, but he seemed to remember something, and his whole body trembled, and his round figure seemed to be rolling away at any time.

"Huh?" Ranko looked at Cotton, who didn't answer for a long time, he didn't really care about the reason why the student was here, but seeing that Cotton was holding a very basic medical book in his hand, and at the same time, as a therapist, he had more interest and patience.