At seven o'clock in the evening, there was another round of chickens and dogs jumping in the dark magic classroom.

"Mr. Gustafsson, is there something wrong?"

Using his wand again to shake off the smoke of the explosion caused by the mishandling of the spell, Ranko looked into the corner, his face blue and white.

"No, Professor."

Rimo gritted his teeth and insisted.

"Yes." Ranko looked at Mr. Cotton, who was holding the "Comprehensive Magical Healing" he had borrowed from the library and covering his head tightly.

"You go back first."

Yin Sen Hollen on the side whispered.

Cotton had been avoiding Professor Malfoy since their chance encounter in the library in the afternoon, and even Masson Hollen had seen a problem.

"I'm fine."

Cotton brace his spirits, cautiously glanced at Professor Malfoy who was facing him, took a deep breath, and although his face was a little strange, he said in a healthy way:

"Let's move on."

Professor Malfoy withdrew his gaze.

He then wrote back to a few wizards who were just for the purpose of inquiry, and then wrote a letter to be sent to New Zealand's Mottola Macaw team tomorrow.

New Zealand's Mottola Macaw team is the only place he has access to quickly at the moment with experience in raising phoenixes.

In order to ensure that the letter reached the coach's office of the Quidditch team, Professor Malfoy did not hesitate to put the Malfoy family coat of arms on it.

Except for a few families that have been out of the historical stage, most of the letters from the British Sacred Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Families have a lot of appeal and deterrence in the world.

I'm not afraid that some silly boys will dispose of his letter as an ordinary fan letter.

After doing this, Professor Malfoy processed a few more howling letters with dark magic attached to them, and the time flew by, and soon it was ten o'clock.

Looking at the direction of the hour and minute hands on the dark gold pocket watch, Ranko nodded:

"Alright, leave if you haven't done it, or you'll spend the night in the castle."

Yin Sen and Cotton handed the letters they had written to Professor Malfoy, and Remo stumbled over with the same stack of letters in his hand, but in a rather tragic appearance.

Ranko didn't say anything, and after his students wrote a reply, and watched them leave the Dark Arts Professor, he walked to the window and looked out at the blizzard that had fallen again at some point.

The roaring letters from all over the world suddenly burned, and the black flames were silent, and they burned all the letters without breaking even a little bit of the solid wooden table beneath the letters.

After standing by the window for a long time, Professor Malfoy retracted his advance, sorted out the things in the dark arts classroom, and left the place, returning to the North Tower.

"Yo, Malfoy."

Professor Harlenius, who had not been seen for a day, sat generously in the common room on the first floor in a thin cotton and linen pajamas, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and raised it towards Professor Malfoy.

"Looks like you're in a good mood today."

The house-elf duly handed Malfoy a glass of iced water with sugar, and after drinking it quietly, he looked at Professor Haronnius.

"It's a good mood, and it would be nice if Malfoy could calm down."

Shaking the bright red liquor in his hand, Professor Harlenius squinted at Professor Malfoy, who seemed to be like a nobody, and asked with interest:

"So, how did you bring a fire dragon into school? Through the Traceless Stretching Mantra? ”

"Sort of."

Professor Malfoy was noncommittal, and took out the replies written by the students and examined them.

Tomorrow there is no class, and he can rest later tonight, so he doesn't have a bad time to chat with Professor Haronnius.

"Tsk, Winnie should change the school rules again, and use the Traceless Stretching Charm to put a fire dragon in...... So how did you get that fire dragon to be obedient, and it's not right, and in the end that fire dragon seems to be dead? Your hands? ”

Professor Harlenius chattered for a long time, and when he saw that Professor Malfoy didn't react at all, he looked over with curiosity, and found that it was a bunch of replies, and there were some very interesting little magic in them.

"You wrote that?"

"No, it's the work of Mr. Hollen, Mr. Cotton, and Mr. Gustafsson, who is in the third grade."

"Oh, those students who were imprisoned by you, tsk, it's really miserable, you taught me a spell and ended up being locked up."

"I was good for them then."

Malfoy's answer was so natural that Professor Harlenius coughed.

He blushed slightly, and couldn't help but sigh at Malfoy's cheeks.

He sighed at the magnificence.

"Malfoy, will you believe that yourself?" And not pure revenge and looking for labor who don't want money?

"Why don't I believe what I say?" Ranko split the letter in half, and squinted at the unseemly and undignified astronomy professor, "Since Professor Haronnius is so idle, I don't think it's too much to help the professor of dark arts who thinks about people, right?" ”

Professor Harlenius let out a "haw" and saw Malfoy's fingertips rubbing the edge of his cloak as he looked like he was drawing his wand, twitching the corners of his mouth and putting down his glass.

"Look at you, how can you look like a professor?"

Professor Harlenius looked distressed, and seeing that Professor Malfoy was not ashamed but proud, he covered his heart, feeling that he had received a 10,000-point critical blow in his heart.

Oh, he shouldn't have expected Malfoy to be even a little human.

Look at the good things he did, what kind of good should a serious wizard do? The dark wizard who said that he was a serious person probably had no one to refute it.

"I'll see, I'll see."

I think so, but Professor Harlenius has always been receptive, and he has been scared so many times, and he didn't know Malfoy on the first day, he got used to it.

"Oh, Yoson Hollen, I have the impression that this student is the head of their family who seems to be from the Ministry of Magic."

Professor Harlenius's ability to gather information is directly proportional to his astronomy and divination skills, and it should be said that the most familiar with the situation of the students in the school is not Professor Dan Lin, who is the vice principal and actually participates in the decision-making of the school, but this astronomy professor who seems to be unreliable, but is actually unreliable.

Professor Malfoy naturally did his homework in advance, there are not many pure-blood families now, except for some pure-blood families that still follow the family inheritance system, and educate young wizards by themselves within the family, and the other families have more or less contacts with each other.

However, there was already a not-so-long, not-so-short interval since 1945, which left Professor Malfoy's letter partially vacant before it could be filled, which was busy with other matters and was not on the spot.

After carefully looking at the letters written by Yin Sen, and carefully comparing the contents of the letters with the black magic attached to them, Professor Haronnius sighed with some emotion:

"Although he is only the second son of that family, he has been educated really well."

"Second son?"

Professor Malfoy, who hadn't updated this part of the information, raised his head slightly.

"Don't you know, Malfoy?" Professor Harlenius looked through the pile of letters, and without looking up, said:

"Oh too, you've been dead for so long, it's normal not to know. But speaking of which, this kid still has a little connection to your Malfoy family. ”

“？” A big question mark flashed in Professor Malfoy's head.

What connection can you have with the Malfoy family?

Could it be that his good nephew gave birth to a good grandson? So exciting? Is Lucius finally planning to be indifferent?

Lucius in England: ......??

"Now that I think about it, it just happened a while ago."

Professor Haronnius gave a succinct account of what he knew.

To put it simply, the head of the Holren family died because of his wife's illness, and because of the order of the family elder, he later married a witch who had something to do with the Malfoy family, well, it should be the kind of distant relatives (after all, marriages between pure-blood families are very common), and now wizards who can't beat one side of the eight poles can find a connection in the genealogy of several generations.

Yin Sen Hollen was the first child of his father and the witch, but he was not taken seriously.

In traditional pure-blood families, 'primogeniture' is a fairly common occurrence. In order to ensure the continuation of the family, many pure-blood families will give birth to two, three, even four or five, seven or eight children between a couple or even polygamy.

However, the existence of the 'primogeniture system' also means that the children born after will lose the inheritance rights of the family, and even if they can get benefits, unless the concubine is incapable or dies, it is impossible to get the entire inheritance of the pure-blood family.

"So this Mr. Holland wants to fight with his brother?"

Professor Malfoy had also had this experience, and his brother Abraxas was also in charge of the Malfoy family at the time. Although he didn't want to fight, because of his excellence at that time, he was favored by his parents, even if he had no real power, he got a lot of valuable wealth.

I didn't see it, this Mr. Hollen was so courageous.

"What do you want?" Professor Harlenius gave Professor Malfoy a strange look, took another sip of the wine in his glass, and continued:

"The witch with ties to your family murdered her husband's first child."

“…… Ha? ”

The quill in Ranko's hand paused, and he repeated the English sentence with a strange face: "You say...... Murder? ”

Murder?

"It's not very clean, and people found out...... This matter was all made to the international Wizengamot, oh, of course, that side may only be treated as an ordinary case, I can't find out what the specific situation is, after all, there is a confidentiality agreement, and the parties are also silent about it. ”

"But I do know what happened to that witch, and it is said that she was imprisoned in a prison somewhere, and the International Wizengamot sentenced her to life imprisonment."

Professor Harlenius shook his head, as if he was sorry for the outcome.

"After all, Yin Sen Hollen, this kid's grades can be said to be quite good. His father, also from Durmstrang, had a good personal relationship with Professor Danlin, which I heard occasionally, but it was not a glorious thing. ”

"But that kind of thing happened, and although it wasn't the child's fault, it still affected this side."

"That's why this kid wants to drop out of school? A hundred? ”

Collecting his chin, Professor Malfoy looked back at the jumbled stack of incantations and letters in his hand.

"Maybe, I don't know, if you want to know about this, it's best to ask Professor Danlin."

When Professor Malfoy heard this, he thought of the kid yesterday when he called out with a shouting letter.

Giving up on oneself, or running away from ...... is also, after all, his mother did this kind of thing to pit her son.

"But Professor Harlenius."

"Huh?"

Professor Harlenius looked at Professor Malfoy, whose face was becoming more and more serious, puzzled.

"What do you want to say?"

"I don't know what's important, it's just a small request, no, a request."

"Request?"

Professor Halenius was a little curious.

Malfoy's request? Oh, is this the rhythm of the heavens that is going to drop Arvada?

"I'll say it first, if you want me to open the back door for this kid, it's absolutely impossible! The astronomy class is also very important, if he fails because of his mentality, he must also retake the exam! ”

After all, Professor Haronnius is a very principled wizard!

Malfoy replied with a "what do you want" expression.

"To be on the safe side, let me ask, does Mr. Yonssen Hollen know the specifics of this matter, including the connection between his mother and the Malfoy family?"

“…… I don't know much about that, you'll have to ask him. "How could he know so well, and he didn't play with Dementorship very often.

"You want me not to tell him?"

"Hmm."

Malfoy nodded.

"Oh, I don't see it, Malfoy, are you feeling sorry for that kid?"

Malfoy replied to his "You've drunk too much of the potion," and then said in a soft, but just right voice that Professor Harlenius could hear:

"I'm just thinking, which gene is wrong with our Malfoy family, and we can't do such a simple thing, and we even get pigtails."

Professor Harlenius: ??

"No, there's also a possibility that the witch is impersonating? I don't remember any distant relatives of the Malfoy family who were on Norway's side and married to the head of another pure-blood family...... It's not right, maybe it's just a genealogical connection, and it doesn't actually have anything to do with us at all, well, it's also possible, after all, the Malfoys are good wizards who obey the law, and murder or anything has nothing to do with us......"

Professor Halenius: ......

Professor Haarlenius :)

Speechless, he slapped the letter in his hand on the table in front of Malfoy, and Professor Harlenius picked up the glass in front of him, drank the wine inside, and slapped it on the table again.

"Malfoy, I'm separated." Professor Harlenius blushed his neck and scolded again, "You really don't have any humanity at all, I'm obviously talking about how miserable that child is, and you're still thinking about bloodline...... Say, where are you a monster! Could it be that which disguised Magus was disguised?! ”

For this professor who suddenly became drunk, Professor Malfoy retracted that state of fragmented thoughts.

He lay the letter flat on his lap and raised his head, but the corners of his mouth were upturned into a smile, and there was no warmth in his eyes, and he looked rather indifferent.

"Professor Harlenius, you know, I'm a Malfoy."

Professor Harlenius was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't reacted.

After the slightly dull brain extracted those words and connected them into a single sentence, Professor Harlenius's mood as if he had exploded into a sea urchin instantly calmed down, and he understood why Ranko said that.

What will happen to a wizard who is not the master of the family, and who is not the master of the family? I don't need to elaborate on this, right?

"Sobered up?"

Professor Haronius kept himself still on the couch and rubbed his temples to relieve the feeling of swelling in his brain...... Why did he tell Malfoy about this?

Sure enough, alcohol, oh, this damn goblin!

What will happen to this kind of wizard, how could Professor Haronnius, who is from a pure-blood family, not know.

Although there are not many pure-blood people in themselves, the glory of pure-blood alone, the extreme pure-blood family will even let any wizard who disgrace it secretly execute, so as to avoid the end of the family's disgrace.

There was a long silence between the two, and then Professor Malfoy said slowly:

"Don't worry, Durmstrang students, I'm not going to move."

As long as there is no mistake of principle, he will not offend the will of the school and the professor of Danlin for this.

"The relationship between that witch and the Malfoy family is not very deep, except for a few people, they only know that the second wife of the head of the Holren family is a pure-blood family with no wealth and no rights, and they don't know that the family is actually a distant relative of the Malfoy family......"

After a long time, Professor Harlenius remedied:

"The International Wizengamot and the head of the Holren family should be aware of this connection, but there has been no news of the Malfoy family coming forward for so long, and the head of your family should not pay enough attention to it."

Rubbing the rough envelope in his hand, Professor Malfoy let out an "um" and fell silent again.

Professor Harlenius wanted to cry without tears, and suddenly let alone wake up from the wine, and the sleepy insects were frightened.

Call your mouth dishonest, right?!

But he couldn't have imagined that Malfoy was definitely not the kind of conformist wizard like this, how, how......

"You say I'm pedantic?"

Professor Harlenius's fragmented thoughts succeeded in attracting Professor Malfoy's tender gaze.

"Nope!"

Bah!

Professor Haaronius vows never to drink again!

He! Want! Warn! Wine!

What are you talking about?! md！

Pedantic...... Not really.

Professor Malfoy leaned against the sofa and curled the corners of his mouth in pleasure when he saw Professor Harlenius smashing his head with wailing.

He just hated it when someone was using Malfoy's banner to make a fortune.

After all, the Malfoys were one of the few places he could call home.

His father, his mother, and his ...... Brother, forever left an indelible mark on his memory.

That memory is one of the few things he doesn't want to forget or give up.