The shrouds in Ranko's hands spread out one after the other, quickly unfurling, but after a while, at first, there was only a small piece of shroud, but now it was enough to wrap the entire warehouse.

Shrouds wrapped every scale of the black dragon's body, and the smell of rancid was perfectly cut off by magic in the warehouse.

The black dragon struggled as it smeared across the yellow-green oil-stained shroud, but it hadn't fully recovered from its cold and stiff surroundings, so even though it was huge, it had no power to resist the shroud, which looked like it could be torn apart.

"Don't struggle, I'm not going to do anything to you now."

Ranco raised an eyebrow, his fingertips skimming over the shroud in his hand, and then suddenly gripped it again.

"I told stop moving, Nighold."

The power of the contract forced the black dragon in front of him to stop, and the huge eyes that were not completely wrapped stared at the wizard in front of him, and the flames of anger seemed to pour out from there.

But it couldn't move at all.

Name magic is more powerful than it thinks.

Even the dragon species can't resist this near-rule magical power.

"Don't move."

Ranko tugged, and when he saw that the dragon had finally quieted down, he looked at the woman beside him.

"Okay, then, are you sure you want me to give it back the name, for fear of knowing that it is so hostile to me?"

"It won't attack you." The blonde woman looked at the huge black dragon in front of her, took two steps forward, and touched her fingers on the other party's body, the wound caused by the struggle.

"I'll make it never attack you."

The woman tore open the clot of blood that was about to clot, and leaned her finger closer to it.

Blood-red nematodes floated out from between the women and burrowed into the fleshy skin.

Nidhogg didn't know what the hell the hell was going on with the two men, and he couldn't speak, so he could only vent his anger from his eyes, as if it would burn the hateful wizard in front of him.

Seeing the woman do this, Ranko took a few steps back.

"Well, I know you don't like that very much." He tilted his head and looked at the black dragon's head, with its most familiar smile on the corner of his mouth, "I'll give it its name back as you think." ”

"Thank you, Master." The woman walked over and bowed again.

"You're welcome." After all, no matter how you control it, it's all control, isn't it?

There was a strange smile on Ranko's lips, "Nidhogg, isn't that what you're thinking?" I'm as you wish, oh, of course, it's someone else who helped you, be polite, I remember how I taught you, and I have to thank her in the future.

Nidhogg exhaled heavily, the white gas coming out of his mouth emitting a scorching temperature.

The strange book is flipped over, and the positive pentagram on the front of the book cover, as well as the reverse cross on the back of the cover, all emit a slightly black, reddish light.

The weird book automatically turned to the page with a black dragon drawn on the right, with the names of races and names written in beautiful English with a pen.

He shook the strange book in his hand, causing the text to float in mid-air out of the book.

Nighod, the name he personally gave it, and now he also returns the name to it.

"Let's go back."

Floating in mid-air, the words composed of pen and ink instantly shattered, Professor Malfoy looked at the name shattered and lost its shackles, the huge head was excited, and directly squirted a breath of dragon breath at Ranko, thinking in his heart:

Phew, little pit goods.

The blonde woman stood in front of Ranko, and the blood-red threads in her hands spread out in all directions, and she actually weaved a huge blood-red silk net in front of Ranko before the dragon's breath arrived, blocking the hot dragon's breath.

"Malfoy!" Nighold's tail flicked suddenly, and the blonde woman rose up again, blocking the tail.

The pitch-black tailbone flung against the woman, causing her epidermis to crack, and countless crimson nematodes poured out of the broken places.

"It's too angry, it's going to be killed."

Ranko spread his hand, and the skin on his face was already showing signs of cracking.

"Yin Li, if you let it go like this, I'm going to make a move."

The nematodes on the blonde woman's body formed crimson webs, which were grasped by one of her intact hands, and then pulled hard.

The fire dragon, who was much larger than her and didn't know how many times, was dragged to the ground under this terrifying pull.

With a bang, Ranko let go of his hand tugging at the skin on his face and walked out.

"Well, since you want to handle it yourself."

He closed the door to the warehouse and stood outside the warehouse looking at the blue sky.

"Then we just have to wait for the results."

Mariaat Deep Red Nematode is a monster that was personally cultivated by Ranko and infused with a lot of effort.

It is also one of his most proud 'works'.

Ranko squinted and walked down the street full of pedestrians.

As he passed around a corner, the wizard in blood-red robes and out of place disappeared without a trace.

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Durmstrang, 2nd floor of the castle, dark arts classroom.

As soon as Ranko had set up the meditation basin, Professor Harlenius walked in, frowning and breathing as he looked at the potions neatly laid out on the lectern table.

Crystalline, as if the transparent potion had a sweet smell like a date, Professor Haronnius didn't like the smell very much, but what made him care more about the potion itself.

The "Prophet" talent was seen by Professor Harlenius that there was something incomprehensible in the bottles containing the potion.

It seemed that the emotions of countless people were mixed together and put into a bottle, and Professor Harlenius looked slightly stunned, and he saw many pictures from it.

There is a picture of an elderly couple holding out their hands towards the girl, a picture of a middle-aged couple leaning on each other and looking at the sunset in the distance, and a picture of a young man who has achieved excellent results in an exam......

There were too many, too many, and Professor Harlenius subconsciously closed his eyes to prevent himself from sinking into it.

"The gift of a prophet?"

Ranco asked with interest beside him, holding his face.

"Yes." When Professor Harlenius opened his eyes again, he no longer looked at the strange potions, but at Malfoy to the side.

"I'm curious what the hell you wouldn't, Professor Malfoy."

He was genuinely asking.

As it stands, Malfoy has made great achievements in spells, dark magic, potions, transfiguration, ancient magic, history of magic, healing magic, etc.

But a person's energy is limited after all, how old was Malfoy when he died? Less than twenty-five, right?

One entered the school at the age of eleven, and less than fifteen years had passed by the time he died unexpectedly because of Grindelwald.

Even if you learn it from your mother's womb, it shouldn't be so outrageous.

"It's probably genius." Ranko smiled and said, "After all, in the world of geniuses, there will always be all kinds of miracles. ”

Professor Halenius: ......

He shouldn't have asked that kind of question.

"What are these things?" Professor Haronnius turned his attention back to his previous topic, but still didn't look at the potions on the lectern table.

"I haven't seen a finished potion like it, where did you come from?"

"The potion I made myself." Ranko stepped out of his chair and walked to the podium to raise his hand to hold a bottle of mental thickener, shaking the happy memories that were constantly intertwining inside.

"You could call it a mental thickener, a potion that can completely eliminate soul splitting."

"Completely eradicate soul splitting?" Professor Harlenius found the point and raised an eyebrow: "Malfoy, it seems that there is no information about this potion in the world, right?" ”

Completely eradicate soul splitting? isn't such nonsense either.

He was skeptical, "You must have tried some illegal potion to tell Winnie that you could control the students and pull out some 'mental thickener'?" ”

"Oh, you've found out." Ranko looked surprised, "I thought I was acting obviously." ”

"Okay." He spread his hands.

"It's just ordinary poison, and it's the kind with a lot of poison."

If you don't listen to the truth, you have to listen to what you want to hear, Professor Harlenius, you are so cheap.

Professor Harlenius: "......"

Professor Haronius made a sound of wanting to eat a child.

"While it's not over yet, let's hurry up."

Play is fun, and what needs to be done must be done quickly.

"Now that you've chosen a topic, it's time to give some guiding advice."

After writing the word "Horcrux" on the blackboard in dead black and red, Ranko stood a little further away and looked at it, and felt that it was still not eye-catching, so he used a spell to change the wall paint of the entire dark magic classroom to a black and red hue.

The students who came in in a hurry were almost half scared to death.

"Professor."

The new student's face was sluggish, and when he saw that the dark magic classroom suddenly changed, it looked like hell used to punish sin in some books, and he saw a demon who seemed to have horns on his head slowly twisting, and smiled at his lips with a pale face.

"Coming?"

When I first arrived, I saw such a visually striking picture that I almost didn't faint.

If it weren't for the fact that he really didn't have a choice, he wouldn't have chosen this topic for this dark arts professor who looked weird at first glance.

The student looked at Professor Harlenius with tears in his eyes, as if he were looking at a savior, and almost didn't kneel for Professor Harlenius.

Professor, Nana, nagging, wooing.

Professor Halenius: ......

Professor Haronius turned his head.

Don't look at the professor, the professor is also a dish.

The school sat strangely in the first row of the classroom, as if admiring the sight of her dear professor of dark arts.

After looking at the whole thing, the school looked at Professor Malfoy in satisfaction.

'If you don't clean it up later, leave a little ......'

Wait for you to be finished.

In response to Professor Harlenius' slightly broken expression and the school's silent smile, Professor Malfoy smiled and magically pulled the students frozen at the door in.

"What are you doing out there, come in."

Student: QAQ.

Professor Malfoy was not the kind of person who estimated the personal wishes of his students, and in just two weeks, he had labeled himself as unprovoked in the eyes of many Durmstrang students, which led to the fact that many seventh-graders who had not taken a Dark Arts course and had not met Professor Malfoy did not dare to make a mistake.

I'm afraid that one will accidentally be Avada.

When the time comes, there will be no place to cry.

Then, one after another, within half an hour, many students walked into this black magic classroom, which was full of a certain strange sense of ritual.

"The number of people selected for the 'Horcrux Manufacturing' project this time is thirteen."

Thirteen wizards in blood-red robes sat peacefully in the corners of the classroom, as if performing some kind of sacrifice.

Next to the school's will sat the student council president, Yanni Clendel, with a ponytail, a blood-red robe that looked like a tailor-made, and a gentle smile on his face.

"Now that we're here, let's get started."

Ranko looked at the people below, and Professor Haronnius stepped aside and stayed in front of the pergola in the corner, not engaged.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Ranko smiled, and then waved the wand in his hand,

The curtains in the dark magic classroom fell layer by layer, and in the dark and gloomy classroom, the black and red walls also turned bright blood red at the same time as the darkness hit.

The meditation basin gurgled in a bright red hue, and a worn-out notebook emerged from the meditation basin.

The worn-out notebook paused in mid-air for a moment, as if in defiance of the laws of physics, and then suddenly tore itself.

Countless cold green rays of light swung from the torn pages of the notebook, and then exploded one after another, turning into beautiful streamers in the eyes of the students, and into brilliant six points of light in the darkness, which flashed before the students' eyes without much pause.

The six points of light were wrapped in a ring set with pure black gemstones.

A locket with the letter "S" printed on it.

A gold cup with a delicate pattern.

A python.

Eagle body crown.

and the soul of a girl.

Six points of light flew through the classroom, and some students were fascinated by the images of these points, but they had nothing but the fact that they could see what was wrapped in those points of light.

It seems like something very simple, too common-law. Some people chase those things closely, but after finding nothing, they can only regret retracting their gaze.

Six cold rays of light quickly converged on top of the meditation basin, forming a worn-out notebook.

Ranko reached out and got his hands on what was just a mock-up of his notebook.

The notebook shook in the dark magic professor's hand, turning into countless green dots of light, which together formed a single word.

Horcruxes.

"The main purpose of this project is to make a Horcrux with your own soul power under the guidance of the professor."

An elegant, lazy voice sounded slowly in the darkness, and the corners of Ranko's mouth smiled, allowing the words to be reassembled.

"Next, we'll elaborate on this in general terms."