Early on Friday morning, after a messy breakfast, Caluline Gustafsson, who was also in a mess in her heart, finally heard what she wanted to hear.

"There is no class scheduled for the first grade this morning, Miss Gustavsson, and the house-elves will come with you to Sita later, and come to the dark magic classroom to find me after packing up your things."

Facing curious or strange glances around her, Calulin nodded quickly.

"Okay, Professor."

After that, she didn't care about eating, so she simply left the cafeteria and went straight back to Sita to pack her things.

The professor didn't say what she was doing to get her things to pack, and she didn't ask.

Communication between smart people always seems clean and tidy.

"Listen to Winnie, you took in an apprentice? That little girl from the Gustavsson family? ”

On the third floor of the cafeteria, Professor Harlenius saw Professor Malfoy sit down, and asked casually as he rolled up the pasta on his plate with a fork.

"How?"

Ranco picked up the quill book on the table, and the quiet owl next to him tilted his head without disturbing.

"Ah, nothing, I just think it's weird."

"You can tell Miss Gustafsson that there is something in her that interests me."

Professor Malfoy didn't hide it.

Professor Haronius was obviously not satisfied with this answer, and sighed, thinking to himself: he deserves to be an extreme pure-blood wizard.

The purpose of not being profitable and not being able to afford to be early is not even going to be concealed, and it is really unexpectedly straightforward to look at it in a high-sounding manner.

What about your euphemism? What about your decency?

Of course, Professor Malfoy didn't care about Professor Harlenius' increasingly sinister gaze. After handing over to the owl the letter that the students had 'kicked out' last night, he packed up his table and prepared to go to the castle.

"Hey, you don't have class today, wait until you go back to the North Tower, let's go ...... together"

Seeing that people were leaving, Professor Harlenius, who still wanted first-hand information, almost didn't shove the pasta into his nostrils.

"I'm going to the castle, Professor Haronnius, do you want to come along?"

“…… Never mind. ”

Professor Harlenius rolled his eyes and sat back down.

He stabbed Professor Malfoy with a villain in his heart, and felt that this person was really excessive.

Leaving the cafeteria and blending in with the crowd, Professor Malfoy walked all the way without much turmoil.

There is no black magic class today, but the black magic classroom in the castle is quite well arranged, quiet and others will not disturb much, it is very suitable for reading books and thinking about things in a daze.

Before his morning run, Ranko did not tell him what he had guessed about the third floor of the library when he consulted with Professor Danlin, but simply told Professor Danlin about the 'disciple' and applied to the school for a temporary residence in Miss Caroline Gustafsson's North Tower.

In the wizarding world, the gap between the identities of 'disciples' and 'students' is really not small. Although Miss Gustafsson is a student of the school, her other identity is now that she is the soon-to-be 'disciple of the Dark Arts Professor', and the school will not open the back door to the pure-blood family, but it is still convenient to open the back door to her own professor.

Moreover, since there was already a precedent for Miss Livia Stricker as a student living in the North Tower, the application process for her temporary residence in the North Tower was not complicated, and Professor Dan Lin did not object much, and nodded her head to cross the road.

Last night, Ranko had instructed Caluline not to tell her about the key. Caloline, a young witch, is quite clever, and she roughly guesses the Dark Magic Professor's train of thought, indicating that she will keep her mouth shut.

And to take her directly from the West Tower to the North Tower, I'm afraid that the professor also has the intention of watching people.

Although Ranko just thinks that there is a difference between men and women after all, what can he do with Livia Stricker's appearance? It saves time and effort to kidnap a laborer who doesn't need money to come and see the child......

Ahem, in short, the wizarding world is really not trustworthy, and he didn't make a curse or an unbreakable oath or other spells, and he also had his own considerations.

It's easier to keep people under your nose, and besides, the North Tower is very empty, and it will be enough to let them go when Miss Stricker recovers.

When Professor Malfoy arrived at the Dark Arts Classroom, there was no one in the classroom.

He gestured to the medieval armor at the door of the classroom before entering the dark arts classroom.

In the jar placed in the corner of the lectern on the pergola, many red eyes seemed to be refreshed, and they jumped up from the bottom of the gray-black liquid, staring at Professor Malfoy with considerable vitality.

The empty dark magic classroom was unusually quiet, and the pale sunlight outside shone through the windows, making it seem a little deserted.

"The reply from the New Zealand Mottola Macaw team has been handed over to the Norwegian Ministry of Magic in the morning, and it has been conveyed to the school through the Norwegian Ministry of Magic."

Now that the letter lying quietly on the table had long since been opened, Professor Malfoy looked through it and found that the person who wrote it seemed to have said everything, and it was as if he had said nothing.

Full of nonsense, looking at the big heads,

Letters to New Zealand do not pass through owls, and the distance between New Zealand and Norway is 9,529 nautical miles, and the owls have to fly for at least twenty days and nights to make a round trip.

So the letter was sent by a specialized wizard through the wizarding world's mailing system. This method of sending letters is not common, after all, the high cost of going back and forth is difficult for wizards who are used to cheap owls to accept.

Of course, it's a lot faster than an owl.

But look at the statements in the letter......

Tsk, trouble.

Why can't you just say it, it seems that you have to go to New Zealand in person.

'Svalbard has phoenix life. ’

The school's will appeared quietly, and Professor Malfoy was a little surprised by the news she brought.

"Really?"

If true, this is unexpected news.

'Well, there was once a school wizard who tried to tame the phoenix, but in the end it failed. ’

After millennia, a living 'history of magic' shows that this is not uncommon.

But it was a bonus.

"Looks like we can find a time to visit our old neighbors." Ranko said sincerely.

As for how high the concentration of magic is in this sincerity...... Oh, she's a magical being, so there's no need to worry about her old neighbors.

After a few minutes, Professor Malfoy leaned back and talked about the previous night.

He asked the school in a relaxed tone: "How is it, are you in?" ”

No, Grindelwald had left the third floor of the library alone, and it was not within the school grounds without a medium to open the passageway. ’

Where it is not within the boundaries of the school, the power of the will of the school cannot be extended naturally.

"As expected, it seems that Grindelwald is well prepared." This was done by a little kid who didn't even grow hair at the time, and the name of 'genius' really underestimated him.

Professor Malfoy was noncommittal, "Give me some time to prepare, and act in the evening." ”

As for what to prepare, he did not say.

The sooner you decide about this, the better, and then there will be international tours of Wizengamot and New Zealand.

'Good. ’

The school will simply agree.

In her judgment, as long as it is beneficial to the school and does not violate the school rules, she will unconditionally support it.

As for whether or not to tell Professor Dan Lin and the Thousand Knife Killers...... Principal Karkaroff.

This matter is insignificant in the eyes of the school's will, and Ranko Malfoy is also a member of the school's staff, so using him to inform the rest of the school that she is a viable option.

And when did Malfoy tell them, and in what way, or simply 'forgot'...... It has nothing to do with her.

She doesn't understand the human system, and she doesn't understand it, she's just a pure magical life.

After standing in the dark arts classroom for a while, he saw that there was nothing to do and left.

Ranko knew that the perception of this magical life was powerful, and the grass and trees in the basic school, except for some private places that paid more attention to privacy, as long as she wanted to pay attention, she could pay attention, so she didn't say anything and let her leave.

"But which Deathly Hallows did Grindelwald make back then...... Elder Wand, Invisibility Cloak, or Resurrection Stone? ”

Or were all three created?

Rubbing his sleeves, Professor Malfoy looked at the red eyeballs that had been glaring at him for a long time.

Slowly, a smile tugged at Professor Malfoy's lips.

"I almost forgot about you."

Red Eyeballs: ???

A few seconds passed.

Don't come here!

！

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After about half an hour, after packing up Sita's things, Caroline appeared in the empty classroom except for the Dark Arts Professor.

In the corner, the surface of the jars and jars on the pergola was dull, and the gray-green liquid-filled jars fell into a deathly silence, and the red eyes inside were gone, leaving only some hearts and the corpses of unknown creatures floating in the liquid in the jars.

Hurriedly sweeping through the space, Calulin made her way to the front of the classroom.

"Miss Gustavsson."

Professor Malfoy, who was sitting behind the lectern, handed Calleen a piece of brown paper in his hand, and only after she took it did she say, "I'll make sure you make sure you want me to be your guardian?" ”

"If you confirm it, this statement will be sent to the Gustavsson family, and I will apply to the Norwegian Ministry of Magic for a 'change of guardian for personal reasons', and there will be no room for tactfulness."

"Even if the Gustavsson family can't give you what you want, you should know very well that the glory of the pure-blood family itself may be something you will never be able to touch in the future."

"Miss Gustafson, if you give up now, I will not break my promise, and I will do my best to protect you if I do not violate my principles."

After all, as long as he bears this name, even if he is no longer favored in the family, the wizard who is ignored will be protected by the family accordingly.

But abandoning this is equivalent to removing the name of the family, and it is equivalent to not being able to mix in the pure-blood family circle of the wizarding world.

"Yes, Professor."

Calulin's hanging hands subconsciously clenched into fists, her eyes were determined, and there was no trace of confusion in her gaze towards Ranko.

"Maybe there's another option, you can leave Durmstrang and I'll give you a fortune......"

She knew it was Professor Malfoy's last chance to give her to go back.

She thought about it a lot last night, and after getting it confirmed this morning, she also understood a little:

Human nature is greedy, and after getting what you want, you will always give birth to more things you want.

After confirming that he could leave the Gustavson family, he suddenly relaxed, and his empty heart was always a little confused.

But the confusion didn't last long, and Calulin understood it clearly.

If she really wants to leave the family, she must get a capital to survive.

She wanted to ...... too Like the man in front of him.

Like Ranko Malfoy, founder of the Dark Arts Healing System, Durmstrang's Professor of Dark Arts.

Stay strong and live.

It's easy for a person to live, but it's extremely difficult to live well.

Reality is always crueler than imagined.

Caroline has an advantage that she doesn't even see herself, as long as she sets a goal, then she will go straight down, even if she knows that the road is full of thorns, she can only carry her own goal and forge ahead.

"No, Professor, I want to stay here and be your student."

In the brief time apart, Calulin seemed to have changed drastically.

There seemed to be a sparkle in her eyes, a light that was very different from the emotion in the eyes of the little thorny hedgehog she had met for the first time.

At this moment, she is like a young bird after being reborn from the quagmire, even if she is still too weak, but she has infinite life and vitality.

"I want to see the scenery of your place, Professor."

The view......

Professor Malfoy nodded.

"Okay, I got it."

This is a strong enough kid.

Although a little stupid and a little weaker, oh, there are still a lot of my own careful thoughts and unrealistic fantasies, but ......

What could he ask for free childcare labor?

It's just that I have to face a pure-blood family, and I don't know if the Gustavsson family can take a step back, otherwise......

It's not nice to be destroyed, and it's dirty and tiring.

It must be quite troublesome then.

Thinking of this, Ranko looked at Miss Gustafsson with an indescribable disgust in his eyes.

Tsk, no matter what...... Sure enough, it's a nuisance.

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In the evening, after sitting quietly in the dark arts classroom with several gentlemen, and later Miss Gustavsson and Miss Strick, Professor Malfoy took out his dark gold pocket watch and looked at it, nodding to the gentlemen and ladies.

"I won't use it from tomorrow."

He looked at Mr. Yonssen Hollen and Mr. Limo Gustafsson and said, "I believe that after a week, you two should be able to clearly realize their mistakes, right?" ”

Remo and Yin Sen both nodded, and Cotton subconsciously followed.

The third-grader who came to help was quite enthusiastic, which was rare in Durmstrang.

Professor Malfoy bowed, "Go back, gentlemen, and we'll see you next week." ”

With that, he motioned for the two little witches to go back first, and when there was no one in the classroom, Professor Malfoy slowly cleaned up the things on the table.

Tonight, I'm going to see what cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods are hidden on the third floor of the library.

This is much more exciting than writing a letter here and using black magic 'gifts' that don't cost money.

"I hope those wizards are sober up now."

If you dare to send a shouting letter to the school to scold people, don't blame him for not reminding him.

Not everyone can withstand the toss like the younger brother.