At 7:20 a.m., on the third floor of the cafeteria, Ranko sat quietly after eating breakfast, and there were many quiet owls on the side.

Professor Haronius lay across from him, and there was a cold gruel on the table, looking as if he were dead, motionless.

"What are the results of the quick divination?"

In his spare time, Ranko decided to care for Professor Harlenius, who seemed to be overdone.

Although he didn't have much hope for the results of the professor's divination.

"Ha ......"

Professor Haronnius' limp voice rang out, and he scrambled to his feet and yawned.

"There should be some Potions for refreshment, Professor Danlin."

"Come on." It's okay not to mention divination, but when I mention this Professor Harlenius, I get angry.

"I don't know which bastard did it, last night's astrological signs were all messed up!"

Not to mention astrological divination, he tried crystal ball divination and card divination, but none of them worked.

can only divinate that it is related to Grindelwald, and he doesn't dare to go deeper into the others, for fear of being cursed by the divination level.

Needless to say, Grindelwald can really do this!

But what about earthquakes...... Did Grindelwald learn the magic of making earthquakes remotely? Shake them up and refresh them?

Professor Harlenius spent the night in self-doubt, feeling that something was wrong and that he could not see what was wrong.

The whole one is autistic.

"Grindelwald, don't let me see him, or I'll kill one by one!"

Ranko felt that Grindelwald was very wronged this time, and the laboratory was demolished and he had to be scolded.

But well......

"Professor Dan Lin said that it was the hand of the school, and she dismantled Grindelwald's laboratory at the school. If this kind of magical life intervenes, it is normal for divination magic to not work. ”

Ranko took a sip of water, giving some dry lips and throat a little replenishment.

"That should be cut to death by a knife......"

Wait, what did Malfoy say...... The will of the school?

Professor Harlenius's cursing voice stopped abruptly, and he subconsciously looked left and right, but found nothing before he looked at Professor Malfoy.

"Laboratory? Or is it the will of the school? Isn't it......"

Wait, that's too much of a coincidence, isn't it? Why does the school not do it sooner or later? Grindelwald is now out to make trouble with the recent events are too concentrated, and he subconsciously wonders if the school will collude with Malfoy to do things......

Hey, how could he have such an idea?

"Anyway, it's never right to swear, Professor Harlenius."

Seeing that he had scolded the wrong person, Professor Harlenius snorted twice and asked the house-elves to remove the already cold gruel and heat it.

"Malfoy, how do I think you're interested in this kind of thing... No, magical life, well, that's what it's called......" He couldn't figure out the jumbled proper nouns for a while, but luckily some of them were broken:

"How familiar these things look? Have you ever raised it? ”

"What do you think?" Ranko handed the letter in his hand to the owl who came over, "Magical life is said to be life, but in essence, it is an immeasurably large collection of beliefs and consciousness, which is already quite close to the origin of magic. ”

"Even now, in addition to the magic schools that have been established for thousands of years, the only magical life I know exists on the side of the International Federation of Wizards and the International Wizengamot, and this kind of existence is not something that can be raised."

He wants to raise it, not to mention the manpower and material resources spent, if he wants to make a magical life by himself, he has to live for at least a thousand years.

You have to be old and immortal.

Finally, Ranko sincerely hopes that Professor Harlenius will read more.

No wizard who has completed seven years of compulsory education can ask such a question.

Professor Harlenius was not embarrassed, he was still muttering in his mouth, and Ranko didn't care too much about what he was doing.

It's not a good thing to say.

He knew what was going on with Professor Harlenius' inability to tell anything.

It couldn't have been easier for the school to want to block it.

Even if the school doesn't make a move, if Professor Haronius divination is on him, the curse on his body will subconsciously counter this divination prophecy magic from the magic level, and the previous astronomy professor Alvin Peralta is a good example.

The insane ghost is still in his book.

Since there are no problems here, it is time for Ranko to think about what to do with the Resurrection Stone.

To be honest, this thing is of little use to him, and it is a bit overkill to be used as a curse material, and he subconsciously refuses to use it to make living corpses.

Without it, the taste will last a lifetime.

Which god would raise this for a while? Aren't you afraid that you will be stained with a stench that you can't wash off?

Or do you just don't care about these things because you don't have a nose?

When Ranko returned to the North Tower before, if it weren't for the ancient magic script he sewn on the robe, he would have wanted the teacup to throw away the clothes all over his body.

It's all pickled, and even if it can be washed off with magic, it will give him a great psychological shadow.

"After that, I will sew the deodorized ancient magic text together."

Ranko felt that he was really naïve, and that a wizard's robe that could withstand a magical attack might not be able to withstand such pure, injurious, and insulting physical damage.

Salazar had to be stunted when he came.

"Overall, the Resurrection Stone is not even as valuable to me as the Golden Galleon, and it is a bluff in the name of the Deathly Hallows."

As for why Grindelwald didn't take it at that time......

This remains to be investigated, although he got the resurrection stone, but he still has no time to study it carefully, maybe Grindelwald was in a hurry at the time, or this resurrection stone is only a half-finished product.

After all, there is a reason not to take it.

And those yin corpses and living corpses......

At this moment, a rather rugged male voice came from the staircase.

"Professor! You've got to give us a reason, you've got to tell us why you can't play Quidditch on Saturdays, right?! What about school rules? Which school rule says that?! ”

Then came Professor Merino's emotionless reply:

"Go to Professor Danlin."

"If we can find Professor Danlin, we will need to look for you...... Today is the selection of the varsity team, and we talked to Professor Dan Lin a long time ago......"

There are also a few words of Icelandic that seem to be swearing.

The voice came suddenly, and Professor Harlenius frowned, dropped a low "I'll take a look", and got up and walked quickly over there.

"It's not easy."

Ranko sighed silently, he just lowered his head, secretly thinking that today's owl letter is really a lot less, and when the "return gift" policy is quite practical, he heard that the quarrel not far away did not stop, but intensified.

Then, with a bang.

It seems to be the sound of a body smashing against a wall.

"Cyrus Plivan!"

Professor Harlenius's voice was loud and different than usual.

And then there's "Cyrus Plivan!" And "Professor Merino fainted!" And so on screaming sounded.

Ranko put down his quill and frowned slightly as he walked up the stairs.

But before he could get there, Ranko saw Professor Harlenius running up, and shouted at him without saying a word:

"Malfoy, aren't you a healer! Merino fainted! ”

Professor Merino fainted?

Ranko's face did not change, and his movements were a little faster, and he soon saw the situation at the scene.

A wizard who was more than two meters tall and dressed differently from the usual student clothes stood in place, motionless, as if he was frightened stupidly.

Not far away by the wall, Professor Merino had his back against the wall, his head hanging low, blood spilling rapidly from his mouth.

Above his head, the blue-black stone wall had a not-so-deep indentation.

There were also many students around, and many students on the second floor were also frightened by this situation, and came over to see what the situation was.

"Spread it out for me! Don't be in the air and in the light! ”

I have to say that Professor Malfoy's impression of the week has played a great role. As soon as his voice came out, many students subconsciously trembled, and wanted to run away without thinking.

Ranko's lips moved slightly, a little speechless.

Is he so scary?

"Malfoy!"

Professor Haronius was anxious, his healing spells didn't work at all, the blood looked dark red, as if it had been poisoned.

But who would dare to poison a professor at school?!

Hearing this, Ranko didn't talk much nonsense, and quickly walked down, reaching out and pinching Professor Merino's chin, making him raise his head and deflect it sideways to prevent suffocation.

"Lay flat."

After a glance, Ranko quickly diagnosed the problem.

Professor Merino's face was unusually pale compared to before.

His lips had fine black lines, the blood coming out was abnormally dark, his eyes were closed, his palms were sweaty, and his heartbeat was abnormal.

This is not a normal fainting phenomenon.

It's not like black magic.

Ranko pulled out his wand, and Professor Haronnius had already laid Professor Merino flat on the ground.

Cyrus Pliven on the side remained motionless, and only stiffly took a few steps back after Professor Harlenius yelled.

But he didn't dare to leave at all.

Ranko ignored the students on the side, the tip of his wand in his hand flashing yellow.

Visible changes occur in the skin when light is seen.

Picking off the other party's eyelids, he saw that there was black gas coming out of Professor Merino's diffuse holes.

Pull out the other person's finger, stiff, slightly swollen.

"What's going on?"

"Corpse poison."

After the diagnosis was completed, Ranko quickly took out the materials and tools from his pocket and prepared the potion to detoxify.

"Corpse poison?"

Apparently, Professor Haarlenius was even more incredulous.

"Corpse poison? Malfoy, are you sure it's corpse poison?! What about treatment? What do you need to look for and what do you lack? ”

"There is nothing missing, this poison is not a difficult emergency, and it does not require advanced materials."

Hearing this, Professor Harlenius took his wand and went to settle the score with the student who was a head and a half taller than him, and whose arms were thicker than his thighs.

Professor Malfoy prepared the potion and did not forget to say when he saw this scene:

"It's not his poison, it's just the impact charm."

Otherwise, Professor Merino would have to explain that the dark arts were much more serious than low-weight spells that could only catapult people away.

But to a professor, tsk......

"That's right! Right! I didn't poison it! ”

The student, who seemed to be able to punch a professor, hurriedly nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and even he was half scared to death when he heard that it was corpse poison.

Although he was in seventh grade, he had never taken a Malfoy class.

But as a member of the student council, the words and deeds of the various juniors and the reminders of the president, Arni Clendel, he had long since known that the professor of dark arts was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

It's completely different from the previous professor of dark arts!

At this time, Cyrus Plivan was surrounded by many students who were dressed similarly to him, and even the angry Professor Haronius did not dare to move under his nose.

Professor Harlenius rushed to the front of the student with a quick pause when he heard that the poison was not given by the student, but the anger came up again after him.

"Impact Charm? Cyrus Plivan: What do you want to do! Rebel?! You're amazing, you dare to make a move on the professor! ”

It was the first time Ranko had seen Professor Harlenius look like this.

Although Professor Harlenius is not very interested in Professor Merino in private, he is also a colleague who has worked with him for a long time.

It is not said that there is no such thing as a student doing something to a professor, but the severity of the matter is definitely much higher than provoking the professor in class.

Student Council......

Speaking of Cao Cao, the president of the student council, Miss Yani Ktondell, has also arrived.

With such a big movement, it is estimated that the students who are still in the cafeteria at this time will know about it.

Professor Malfoy saw that it would take some time to boil the potion in the cauldron, and that no one could walk away during this time.

The potion of antidote to the corpse poison is easy to say, but there are very strict requirements for the control of the heat and the order of adding materials, and the slightest mistake will be wasted the whole potion.

This is something that a healer can't bear, and if he lets his teacher know that he can refine a pot of antidote potions, he will definitely be able to give him an Arvada to prevent him from ruining the house.

In this regard, Ranko could only glance up at the students around him, and shouted when he saw one who was quite familiar.

"Mr. Krum, please come here."

Hearing Professor Malfoy's voice, Professor Harlenius swept over. Seeing that Professor Malfoy gave him a 'it's okay, you can train you', he stared at Victor Klum, who walked out from behind the tall man with a non-bad height and size, and got out of the way.

"Looks like there's a Quidditch training today?"

Seeing that the other party was wearing a lot of it, and most of them were Quidditch training armor, Professor Malfoy had to turn his head and say casually:

"Please help Professor Merino check on him to see if there is any healing on his body, a wound with a 'magical trauma reaction'."

Victor nodded, and without saying a word, walked over to examine Professor Merino's body.

Seeing that the student was quite skilled in using the inspection spell, Ranko withdrew his gaze and concentrated on refining the potion.

In a few moments, Mr. Krum had already identified the wound.

"Professor, there's only one on the inside of your left arm."

"Rub the potion into the wound and pour the excess on him."

Ranko didn't look up and threw a glass bottle with a red potion.

Victor caught it and didn't talk nonsense, uncorked the bottle and used up the whole bottle of potion half-smeared.

With that done, Professor Malfoy also walked over with a cauldron, freshly baked hot thing. Seeing that Mr. Krum handled it well, he nodded and asked:

"Have you ever done something like this before?"

"Well, most of the team handled it themselves after the injury."

After all, the injury rate of playing Quidditch has always been high in the industry.

With that, Mr. Krum stood up and took a few steps back, vacating his place very respectfully.

Professor Malfoy stepped forward, he was not as gentle as Mr. Crum, and after a rough spell to open Professor Merino's mouth, he commanded the hot potion to be poured directly into Professor Merino's mouth, regardless of whether it would burn or not.

Oh, isn't there any careful thinking about revenge in this move, don't care about these details when your life is almost gone, the sooner the poison is solved, the better, isn't it?

This picture made Professor Danlin, who came in a hurry, almost hold his forehead and hide his face.

Malfoy! Professor Merino is going to be choked to death by you! Let go!