Perhaps because of the day's thoughts and night's dreams, after saying goodbye to Professor Harlenius and going back to his room to sleep, Ranko dreamed of many of the previous episodes.

It was all about Malfoy Manor and Hogwarts, and he missed it a little, but that was about it.

The next morning, after packing up and dressing, Professor Malfoy's dream was forgotten.

This morning's morning exercise was not a little bit better than the day before, at least Professor Harlenius wondered if he had something to do when he looked at Professor Malfoy next to him with a look of horror.

Otherwise, the contrast is too great, right?

To this, Professor Malfoy gave him a dead fish eye.

Professor Danlin's magic is fun, but it's not impossible to avoid it. Preparing in advance, such as connecting multiple ancient glyphs with buffs and tattooing them on the inside of the cloak, can significantly increase the wizard's mobility.

Of course, this method requires considerable knowledge of ancient magic texts. Ancient magic script is a kind of strange magic text that can be effective as long as the writing arrangement and combination are correct, but as long as even one text and one arrangement are wrong, the output magic effect may not be like this.

Maybe it's going to be a cloak with an explosion effect or something.

Professor Malfoy shook the silver medal in his hand, the silver medal of the school would disappear on its own when a spell or potion was detected, since the silver medal was lying quietly in his hand, it meant that he was not cheating, or even if he did, the silver medal could not be detected.

The corners of Professor Harlenius's mouth twitched not too quickly.

A quiet breakfast accompanied by letters from the hard-working owls surprised Professor Harlenius.

God knows what Malfoy did after a day of sleep yesterday.

The noisy owls were now quiet and terrifying, lined up in unison, and the few who seemed to want to cut in line were fanned by several other owls one size larger before they could react.

"These owls ......"

They, they bully the soft and fear the hard!

Professor Harlenius covered his heart and silently complained about the unconscionable owls.

When he used to help collect those damn letters, these little things never gave him a good face, which one didn't just throw the letters around like crazy and be done?

Still so polite? Eat the Imperius Curse, right?

"Goo."

A few owls saw the wizard with a sad and angry face, and thought that this wizard was afraid that there was something wrong with his brain.

Unaware that he had been despised by the owl, Professor Harlenius looked at Professor Malfoy again, who was sitting quietly.

"Most of the letters sent should have gone to the wizards."

Ranko reached out and stroked an owl with flaxen-colored feathers, Durmstrang owl with a crooked round face, cooed a few times, then snorted and flew out of the window with a letter.

Even the owls of the school are so obedient!

Only...... It's outrageous!

What kind of ecstasy did Malfoy pour into them?

"It's nothing, as long as the owl has enough patience to deal with it, then they will naturally get close to you."

Ranko said casually.

"That's it?" Professor Harlenius is not a believer, and Malfoy is not a man who can be patient with owls...... And these owls should all be TripAdvisors outside of school, right?

It wasn't like that the day before yesterday, and after a day it became like this? Do you believe it?

"That's it." Ranco is naturally swearing, looking like he 'believes in me'.

Professor Merino, who had just come up, paused when he heard this, but did not say anything.

After settling the breakfast and letters, Professor Harlenius went back to catch up on sleep.

His classes are mostly at night, and although the sun is shining 24 hours a day due to the influence of daylight, the astronomy professor's schedule is still carried out according to international standard time.

Professor Malfoy, who had not been in class for a day, had a good time, and before the owl of the Quidditch team who had sent the letter to Singapore returned, he stayed in the North Tower in the morning and tried to wake up the phoenix all morning.

Although Dumbledore sent a phoenix feather, Ranko threw it directly into the most inconspicuous corner of his pocket, and he also sealed it with a spell by the way, and he didn't plan to use it at all.

Most of the books describing the phoenix only mention the mystery of the phoenix, and there is no mention of how it was reborn and how it lived, and the rarity of this magical animal may only be lower than the existence of harassing flies living in "Singing Contradiction".

But fortunately, Ranko's knowledge reserve is sufficient, and he claims to be an academic wizard, and his knowledge reserve is no less than that of those wizards who have lived for a long time and have rich experience. Even if you don't know it, it's not difficult to do it.

Unfortunately, after a long morning, there was no reflection other than the phoenix egg, which moved when Ranko took out the eagle tail feathers he had collected earlier.

At best, this suggests that feathers, or things like feathers, are associated with the phoenix's rebirth.

Thinking of Dumbledore's feather, Professor Malfoy walked to the window and looked out at the goose feather snow that was falling again.

The weather in Northern Europe has always been like this, and Durmstrang, which is geographically close to the Polar Circle, has already broken through freezing even before the real winter, and the temperature on campus is still falling rapidly.

"I don't know if Professor Quirrell has already heard from me."

At this moment, the vast majority of yesterday's letters sent by Durmstrang have already arrived at their recipients.

Effect...... Nature is surprisingly good.

Letters from the hands of professors of the dark arts are not easily shredded by magic, and the dark magic of the students' 'return gifts' unfolds in the residences and offices of the wizards who mock and insult the school. The wizards who received the brainless delivery of the owls experienced the tens of thousandths of the nearly fifty years of roaring letters that Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had received.

September 3rd. On Tuesday evening, closer to Norway, the letter from the school had arrived that morning.

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Naveen Rosas is an employee of the Finnish Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and his job is to assist the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in carrying out the corresponding legal advocacy, which is a boring job with little room for advancement.

There is no doubt that a Ravenclaw graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he is a half-blood wizard. Mr. Naveen Rosas's mother was an ordinary Muggle man, his father was an employee of the Finnish Ministry of Magic, and his wife was also a Muggle, and his two children were Squibs and the other was a fourth-year wizard at Ravenclaw House at Hogwarts.

It can be said that Mr. Naveen Rosas, who has no power, no wealth, no outstanding in his own right, and no family background or any extraordinary, is the status quo of the vast majority of wizards in the wizarding world today.

The lack of power and wealth means that they have few opportunities to rise up, and the absence of a family background means that they do not have the prestige accumulated by their ancestors and do not meet the requirements for entering the upper class.

Of course, in today's wizarding world, pureblood is not one of the only criteria to measure the high and low under the interference of the International Federation of Wizards, but this is only a tough rule of the International Federation of Wizards on the surface, and this principle is still practiced in many places, within countries, and even internationally.

After all, the prestige, reputation and wealth accumulated by pure-blood families are not something that a wizard can catch up with in his entire life, otherwise the title of pure-blood family would be too cheap.

Mr. Naveen Rosas is a typical representative of the hatred of the rich.

Admitted to the Finnish Ministry of Magic and assigned to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he thought that his future was bright, but the reality hit him hard.

Although on the surface, the bloodline condition is not mixed into the criteria for the promotion and evaluation of the members of the Ministry of Magic, as long as it involves the powerful part, those wizards in the upper echelons of the Ministry of Magic will always invariably exclude them as a hybrid of wizards and Muggles, or simply a mixed-race 'mudblood' whose parents are Muggles and their ancestors are wizards.

Background can't decide everything, but in the ancient and backward, conventional wizarding system, his identity has limited his height.

Moreover, he didn't have the power to make the Ministry of Magic subvert the system.

Few people know that Naveen Rosas had an excellent score in the history of magic, and that during his time at school he received an A grade in the History of Magic in the IWLS exam of the International Confederation of Wizards, which was considered the top five percent of all candidates.

Although the results in other subjects were relatively weak, it also gave Mr. Naveen Rosas, who was young and vigorous at the time, a kind of courage.

In his graduation program, before he was admitted to the Finnish Ministry of Magic, he applied to be a professor of the history of magic at Hogwarts and Durmstrang at both the two schools of witchcraft and wizardry.

At that time, Hogwarts gave a rather modest response, and although the overall praise was mainly complimentary, it was generally believed that Mr. Naveen Rosas did not meet the school's indicators.

After all, Professor Spynder, known as the 'Ghost of the History of Magic', is quite good...... Although few wizards want to hear his tirade.

Of course, Naveen Rosas did not have a hard time accepting this reply.

But Durmstrang, the school of witchcraft and wizardry in Northern Europe, replied to Naveen Rosas for the first time since graduating from Hogwarts with such a strong sense of malice.

Durmstrang's president at the time was not Karkaroff, and the person who handled this was not Professor Danlin.

The response from this Nordic school was more official and rigid than the mildness of Hogwarts.

The school investigated the life of Naveen Rosas as a job seeker, and in his rejection letter, he did not mention his achievements in the history of magic, and simply relied on his pedigree to negate all his efforts.

This was an experience that Naveen Rosas had never experienced before, and it also made him confused about himself at the time.

This sense of confusion reached its peak when he joined the Finnish Ministry of Magic and was rejected by those in power.

Emotions are meant to be cathartic, and Durmstrang, the school that has hit his soul hard, has become his outlet.

It was not difficult to make a howl letter, and Naveen Rosas found that writing such a letter when he was depressed and irritable would make him feel much better, and he attacked the school of magic in the most vicious language he could think of in the world, lamenting his own background and the choices he had to make, even if it was just unfounded, irrational and emotionless, to wash away his boredom for a long time.

And among them, the professor who teaches black magic is also the one who is lost.

Who told him to teach black magic?

Isn't there so much scolding by wizards internationally? There is no more than him, no less than him, and the school never responds, which also makes Naveen Rozas, who was still a little constrained at the beginning, and only dared to say that he was afraid of the school's retaliation.

On the evening of September 3, Naveen Rosas, who had returned from the Ministry of Magic, was in a good mood to chat with his wife, unaware that the letter from the school had drifted into their house through a gap in the window with an owl on the way.

When his youngest daughter (a Squib) picked up the letter, the roaring letter exploded.

There's no dark magic that makes people sick, there's no terrible curses and curses, it's just a simple copy spell.

The shouting letter just repeated all his 'noisy' words in his own voice.

Those words that involve all kinds of words, completely undisguised about the injustice of the Ministry of Magic, angrily calling the damned wife a Muggle, thinking that the Squib daughter should die quickly so as not to get in the way of themselves, and those who are angry at Durmstrang and their idea of 'pure-blood' supremacy, etc., without the slightest disguise, revealing the darkest psychology of the heart......

Public.

Sentence by sentence, paragraph by paragraph, Naveen Rosas's wife was at a loss, and his youngest daughter couldn't believe it.

After all, her husband, her father, had always been a gentle and elegant wizard in their minds, and although he had little power in the Ministry of Magic, he had a good reputation in the department.

No one knew that these were all kinds of dirty words, and that they were all disgraced to him, and that they wished they were going to die, came from the people in front of them.

"Shut up! Shut up! ”

Naveen Rosas's face was red, and he was visibly angry, but even if he used terrible magic in his panic, he couldn't stop the roaring letter from reading downward.

Eventually, the Shouting Letter self-destructs and tears itself apart, revealing a magical sign symbolizing Durmstrang and a short passage "Thank you for your letter and interest in our school, our school will continue to do our best!" This passage completely revealed his true face to the public, and the public execution was able to end.

…… Merlin, keep up the good work!

Naveen Rosas was furious, and that angry look hardly made her husband and daughter think it was just a prank.

"You, listen to me......"

He didn't care about the damn howling letter, and hurriedly explained.

But it was too late.

Every owl that keeps its promise will surely deliver the school's gift in return to the wizard.

It's not one, it's not two, it's not just a copy of the countless letters, which are accompanied by or simply copy spells, or small curses that don't hurt people, but can make wizards scramble, or terrible curses and unavoidable black magic (written by the professor of black magic), and so on, one by one, with the owls, delivered to the wizards who needed them.

And the next day, on Wednesday night, the Fourth of September, Professor Quirrell of Hogwarts finally waited for a reply from Professor Durmstrang about the dark arts.