In the dimly lit dark magic classroom, the darkness in Ranko's eyes spread out as the firelight burst out, instantly encroaching on his entire eyeball.

It's a pity that the light in the dark magic classroom is too dark now, and everyone is attracted by the words that exploded on the meditation basin, and naturally they can't capture the changes that have taken place in Ranko.

Everyone, including Professor Harlenius, stared at the only green glowing text in the classroom, breathing heavily, waiting for it to subside.

Only the will of the school, this magical life with extremely keen insight in the school, looked at the black magic professor who looked at it, and at the same time remained silent, not letting go of even the slightest change in the other party.

"Gentlemen and ladies who have chosen the topic of 'Horcrux making'." Ranko's voice was extremely piercing, and he held his wand to his throat with a lingering smile on his face: "Welcome everyone who has chosen this topic. ”

"I'm your advisor, Ranko Malfoy, and I hope we're going to have a great year ahead."

"Okay, let's not talk more nonsense, I believe that gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, after choosing this topic, should have understood some of the relevant content of this topic."

Most of the students below were expressionless, and they had naturally done their research and discussion when they chose the topic of Horcruxes.

They also understand how evil Horcruxes really are.

"Horcruxes are the only book in the book Secret of Cutting-Edge Dark Arts that mentions ancient soul magic, and we can't find any more information about it in the vast history of Horcruxes.

As Ranko spoke, the word 'Horcrux' floating in mid-air began to writhe violently, turning into a new symbol.

"Helbo the Despise, the earliest recorded dark wizard of ancient Greece. To this day, many of his studies still influence the dark arts. He also invented many evil curses and became the first wizard to successfully craft a Horcrux, the first person to know about this subject. ”

"The manufacture of Horcruxes has always been a taboo subject, and the International Confederation of Wizards' Black Arts Regulations clearly state that any wizard who infects, touches, researches, or manufactures Horcruxes will be placed on the Department of Special Operations' list of first-degree arrests."

After explaining some small questions about the international community of black magic, Ranko said with a smile:

"Of course, gentlemen and ladies, please don't panic, this topic on the production and research of Horcruxes is completely legal and reasonable, if you are unfortunately arrested and imprisoned in the future." Ranko tilted his head and said kindly, "The school will do its best to provide legal assistance to gentlemen and ladies." ”

Students: Will I be arrested and jailed for co-authoring your topic?

Professor Halenius: ...... Hehe.

"Okay, let's move on to the next link, if you don't know much about the relevant laws and regulations or the specific origin of the Horcruxes, you can find me later."

Ranco let the name above the meditation basin dissipate again, and pulled the curtains back open, letting the sunlight out once more.

The blinding light narrowed the eyes of the wizards, and then they noticed that the professor of dark magic had delivered parchment to each of the students.

"Notice of Proposal." One student read it out word by word, "I promise that I voluntarily chose to study the topic of 'Horcrux making', and that this act has nothing to do with the school......"

This is a disclaimer.

"I certify that I will not disclose what I have learned in the subject to anyone in any way......"

"I promise that the knowledge of Horcruxes I have learned in the future will not be used in any Horcrux crafting......"

"In order to ensure that I am clearly aware of the relevant details of the pledge, I will voluntarily provide a signed ......"

"One copy of the letter of undertaking to be kept by Durmstrang ......"

Well, the deed of sale.

The students stared at their professor of the dark arts faintly, and they knew that their dear Professor Malfoy would never say, 'I've got the question, you're all going to study and study, and then I'm going to spread it out,' or something.

Even if they learn, as long as they sign this pledge, they will not be able to reveal the specific details to others, and they will be able to eliminate what they call the second no-nose road from the root.

"Please read the above terms and send the pledge to Professor Harlenius." "Of course, if ladies and gentlemen feel that this letter of commitment is unreasonable, you can abandon the subject. ”

Then just wait for the course.

A group of wizards made a cannibalistic sound from their mouths.

Ranko seemed to hear something, and still smiled:

"What? Do you guys mind? ”

Student: Guess we can mind.

"Well, since no one minds." Ranko spread his hands, "Then give everyone a quarter of an hour to take a closer look at the article on it, if there is nothing wrong......"

A quarter of an hour later, whether voluntarily or reluctantly, the pledge with the protection of magical power was placed on the podium.

Ranko glanced at the name on it and slipped it into his pocket.

"Not a single one escaped, ah, that's good...... Now that everyone has signed it, let's get started. ”

"Miss Clendel."

Ranko said, "Please come to the front." ”

The student council president, who was wearing a ponytail, raised his eyebrows, stood up and stepped forward.

On the lectern, the potion of the crystal liquid dangling in the cup was presented to Miss Clendel by Ranko as the spell moved.

Miss Clendell frowned lightly and looked randomly at her dear Professor of the Dark Arts.

"It's a necessary process." Ranko said.

Seeing that Professor Malfoy's expression was not fake, Miss Clendell didn't talk too much nonsense, and raised her head and drank the bottle of potion with what the effect was.

"How does it feel?"

Ranko asked.

Miss Clendel felt it carefully, and nodded.

"I feel a lot lighter."

She was honest.

"That'll do."

Ranko nodded in praise.

"Next is ......"

Seeing that the president of the student council took the lead in swallowing the potion of unknown medicinal properties, they could only follow closely and drink the strange potion that seemed to be mixed with countless happy emotions.

At first, they were uneasy, but the potion soaked the Adam's apple and slid into their stomachs, and an indescribable sense of happiness enveloped them.

His body relaxed, and it was as if the heavy shackles were broken on him, and his soul had been qualitatively improved.

"How does it feel?"

Spiritual thickeners, but potions that can be strongly mentally polluted.

Their raw material comes from the Dementors of Azkaban, who absorb joy and happiness but are unable to digest them, leaving them behind.

That is, the most feared but most desired happiness by the Dementors.

"Alright, the preconditions have been completed, and now ......" Ranko rolled his dark eyes, "before Christmas Eve, ladies and gentlemen, please hand in a paper no less than twenty inches in length, well, the content is what we have chosen, Horcruxes." ”

—-

Facing Professor Malfoy, who was in a good mood, Professor Haronnius reached out with a smile and grabbed Ranko's pale face.

"Yes, Malfoy, not only did he get the ...... he wanted from the students without bloodshed"

Let the students find out how to make a Horcrux on their own?

It is known that there are no other books in the library on campus that detail Horcruxes other than the "Secrets of Cutting-edge Dark Arts".

The book on Horcruxes is now in Professor Malfoy's hands, and the students are trying to complete their twenty-inch papers, and there is little other way than to enlist the help of their families and look through the ancient dark arts texts.

That is equivalent to Professor Malfoy getting a lot of information for free, and he really got what he wanted without a single soldier.

"Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one be invincible."

Ranko took a sip of tea and spoke leisurely in the common room on the first floor of the North Tower.

"You have to let me know, how well our students have mastered, right?"

Ranko threw a piece of rock candy, which was so sweet that it fell out, into the teacup with a clatter, stirring it.

"Eat so much sugar and be careful of tooth decay."

Professor Harlenius couldn't stand Professor Malfoy's sweet appearance, and turned his head in a sore tooth.

"Besides, Professor Harlenius, besides, a child should be like a child, isn't it?"

Ranko flashed his white teeth and smiled back with a not-so-gentle smile, which looked at Professor Haronius with some caution.

"Alright, just get this done quickly."

Professor Harlenius shuddered, "I have a bad feeling. ”

The "prophetic" talent comes into play from time to time, and Professor Harlenius has been a little anxious lately.

Ranko smiled and didn't speak.

Half an hour later, the two exchanged goodnight and returned to their room.

Professor Harlenius, who usually reverses day and night, has recently been forced to normalize because of the opening of the seventh grade.

Professor Harlenius always felt that he had overlooked something, but could not remember anything.

He tried to do divination, but it gave him a normal revelation.

This made Professor Harlenius unexpectedly irritated.

On Ranko's side, things are still going in an orderly manner.

In late September, Ranko received a specific reply from Professor Dan Lin.

"Agree to treatment."

Ranko wasn't too surprised.

"Black magic healing can only be said to be the last hope of the Longbottoms, whether it is Dumbledore or the Longbottoms' families, they should seize this opportunity."

Ranko fumbled around the corners of the letter, where there was a name he was familiar with.

Arbus Dumbledore.

"Does Professor Dumbledore plan to heal the Longbottoms as a way to strengthen the Order of the Phoenix?"

Ranco flipped through the entire letter and saw that there was no other information on it, so he burned it with a spell and scattered it in the raging storm outside the window.

"Recently, there has been a problem with New Zealand."

It's been so long, his old friend must have solved the problem, right?

Otherwise, it's really useless.

Ranko looked at the phoenix egg in the corner of the room, looking forward to the time when Oreo would be reborn and return to him.

"It's a bit hard to get used to it, Oreo hasn't been there."

He looked over his shoulder, and the quail, which was supposed to be there, was still weak.

This made the smile on Ranko's lips lighten a little.

However, as soon as he thought that the matter in New Zealand would soon be resolved, Ranko also suppressed the idea.

"I've been waiting for so long, and there's no shortage of this day or two."

Ranko comforted himself.

—-

At the beginning of October, in England, Ranko saw Neville Longbottom, who almost became the son of prophecy, and his grandmother.

After a brief exchange and the signing of a series of treatment authorization agreements, Ranko walked into the treatment room under the gaze of the tearful old man and the ignorant child.

"Dumbledore." The old man bowed behind the old man who seemed to contain a universe, "Thank you, thank you!" ”

"I never thought Frank and Alice would ever wake up again."

The old man's cloudy eyes seemed to reveal a light called hope, and Professor Dumbledore helped her up, still calmly, and said, "Lady Longbottom, it's not too late to wait for the results of the treatment to come out." ”

He pursed his lips and smiled, "Besides, you shouldn't thank me for treating them." Malfoy Therapist.

"And I, too, I hope to see Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom standing in front of us as normal again, and do it, Mrs. Longbottom, whatever the outcome, it will not be worse than it is now."

With the assistance of Dean Bohan, Professor Malfoy's treatment of Mr. Longbottom went quite smoothly.

"After a while, they should have signs of different degrees of disease, and they should just follow the normal treatment process."

The dark green robed healer excitedly recorded it in his hand, his eyes shining at the dark magic professor in front of him.

For healers who use the Dark Arts Healing System and are not very popular, Professor Malfoy, who created the Dark Arts Healing System, is no less than Merlin in their eyes.

Regardless of the composition of the spells, or the establishment of the constraints and the maintenance of the balance, Professor Malfoy's smooth use of spells is strung one by one, and together they are constructed into complex and elaborate healing magic.

And this also completely pulled the Longbottoms back from their half-crazy state.

"Professor."

The black-green-robed healer followed Professor Malfoy, and Dean Bohan couldn't stand it anymore so he whispered to him, and the dark-green-robed healer gave up.

"Professor, I've always considered you my idol," the young therapist looked back at the smiling Professor Malfoy, and when he saw Professor Malfoy raise his hand at him, he turned away contentedly.