So Miss Caroline, who did not need much company, sat in the bench of the international Wizengamot court, and waited until Professor Malfoy smiled and said the last words to the judge, and then came to her senses.

She couldn't help but look at the man sitting in the defendant's seat. The wizard she had only looked up to looked at looked at like a viper, staring at them with a grim face.

Especially when staring at Professor Malfoy, who was not half his height, but had completely overwhelmed him in terms of momentum.

Those eyes were full of malice.

The verdict of this court ...... "The jury, the plaintiff, the defendant, and the defenders of both sides stood up together. The judge in the highest position struck the gavel in his hand,

"The claim of the plaintiff Caroline Gustafsson for a change of guardianship was upheld by the International Court of Wizengamot, and the defendant, Rajkorep Gustafsson, was required to return the property in the name of the plaintiff's mother and the property derived from the value of the added value within one month, as follows......"

"Adjournment." Caroline walked out of the huge courtroom in a dream, and almost fell to the ground as she walked out, being pulled by Ranko.

"It's better for the little girl to watch the way." Slowly straightening the person, Ranko looked at the man not far in front of him, his expression calm.

Caroline looked blankly, her titular uncle was standing there at the moment.

"Mr. Gustavson." Lan Ke raised his head slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was no warmth in his eyes: "I said at the beginning, you can't win." "Preemptive strikes are not used, but evidence is important in court, and it often happens that the plaintiff becomes the defendant and the defendant becomes the plaintiff.

The head of the Gustafson family sneered: "Professor Durmstrang, I don't know where you got this confidence to make you think that I have no other means." He looked at Calulin behind Ranko, who turned sideways, blocking his view, and raised his eyes lazily,

"Don't look at my students like that here, and don't take a place here, Mr. Gustafsson, this may be the first time I've warned you, but it should be the last." Rajkorep's face was slightly condensed, unmoved,

"Calulin......" A spell gently brushed the other person's ear, in

Under the sound of "Zila", a line of blood rushed out of his ears. Ranko smiled at the corner of his mouth, he didn't see him holding a wand,

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" The spell struck the wall behind him, but it didn't stay there, the wall was like a piece of yellow, bouncing back the spell that had grazed the other man's ear, hitting the flat marble floor at Rajkorep's feet.

The sound was subtle but not abrupt, and soon a large hole appeared where it had been hit by the spell, and the hard stone had been corroded clean.

"Or is it that being a pureblood has made you forget something you shouldn't, huh?" In the wizarding world, there are things more powerful than identity and status.

The almost undisguised threat came to Professor Malfoy's lips as if it were just another one

"Let's go eat egg fried rice if the weather is nice today". It's just that the spell with terrible corrosive power that grazed Rajkorep's ear and hit the ground showed that if he was talking nonsense here, the next spell would give him a good idea of what dark magic was.

Rest assured, with just one mind, his black magic can't be checked out by ordinary means. So Rajkorep could only let the two leave with an even more ugly face.

Ranko paused for a moment as he walked past him, and then passed by him.

"How do you want to torture him?" Leaving the International Wizengamot Court, Ranko sat in a horse-drawn carriage and was heading for New Zealand.

Inside the lavishly decorated carriage, even if the carriage flies above the altitude of thousands of meters, and the hurricane blows outside, it is as safe as flat ground.

Ranko shook the glass vial with a speck of blood in his hand and placed it on the table, his hands folded on his lap.

"Spilled blood? Cerebral infarction? Organ failure? Paralyzed or simply cursed, or is there anything I don't know about, what would you like to expect? ”

"But I don't think you're going to let this man die easily, do you, Miss Calulin." Caroline looked at the blood vial on the table for a long time, like a statue.

Under Professor Malfoy's gaze, she slowly lowered her eyes, "No need, Professor. After the man dragged the school, the professor, and her into the International Wizengamot in order to reclaim the so-called family inheritance, she didn't say anything about the man.

He'd play himself to death, and he didn't need her to interfere. Especially...... Caloline looked deeply at the Dark Arts Professor in front of her.

"Feel free to dispose of it."

"Okay." Ranko was a little sorry that he had just used a little trick but didn't get the feedback he wanted.

"Miss Caroline really doesn't seem to have any feelings for the Gustavsson family, otherwise the magic of a hundred trials and tried-and-true spirits would not have worked for a little girl." Professor Malfoy, who was completely incapable of using magic with his students, touched his smooth jaw and put the vial of blood in his pocket.

"Blood, hair, and dander, these three are the most powerful agents in curseology." After all, name magic is borrowed from ingenuity, pitting names and individuals against each other, and if you want to maximize the power of curse, blood, hair, and dandruff, these three are the best channels for curses.

"Well, lucky for you, the Gustavssons, I have a hunch that this family will definitely ......be completely destroyed at some point in the future."

Not really

"Prophet" talent, Professor Malfoy, who is not good at divination, thought calmly. He did not make a divination, but through a short period of contact, he roughly figured out the core of the head of the Gustavsson family.

"There's nothing wrong with being mercenary, but sometimes if you don't care too much about the details, you'll be caught up in these weak things that you can't see......" The carriage suddenly jolted, and Calulin subconsciously held on to the table, so that she did not fall to the ground.

Ranko walked to the door of the carriage and opened it, letting the cold wind outside pour inward.

"We're here." Looking down from a height of 1,000 meters, the emerald green mountain peaks reflect each other with the blue sea and blue sky, revealing its most beautiful side in front of Ranke.

Wellington, the capital of New Zealand. —-Walking through the bustling streets, the two wizards in blood-red robes did not attract the attention of anyone around them.

"The most important thing about this spell is to set up an opposition, for example, the most essential difference between us and Muggles is that we can use magic...... "Ranko and his titular student popularize the spells he uses.

"So the only ones who can pay attention to us are wizards who can use magic, so for example, Miss Caloline, if you want to set up this spell."

"Men and women, close and unclose, yes, okay, that's the fun of this ancient magic......" Walking to the door of a tavern, Ranko reached out and touched the cap of the wine bottle hanging on the door of the tavern, and the figures of the two quickly twisted, and appeared in the auditorium full of artistic features in an instant.

In contrast to the old mottled British Ministry of Magic and the sturdy style of the Norwegian Ministry of Magic, the New Zealand Ministry of Magic seems to have been impregnated by the city's unique artistic atmosphere, with all kinds of strange murals everywhere, and wizards walking here, wearing wizard robes that are very different from the usual styles.

Miss Carolina, who had never seen much of the world, couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"Perhaps we should have Miss Stricker come along, it should be quite good for her condition." Ranko chuckled,

"Yes, Miss Caroline." Caroline turned her head away.

"It may not be difficult to accept kindness from others, but this is the first lesson I want to teach you." Calulin heard the boy next to her say slowly: "Indeed, the special growth environment always makes people cautious, and they are not willing to give up their true hearts easily. ”

"But Miss Caroline, sometimes you miss it, you really miss it."

"Ka, Calulin." Calulin looked not far away, and a girl in a blood-red robe, also wearing a blood-red robe, walked quickly towards her.

Diongo scratched his hair, finally relieved.

"Professor." He glanced cautiously at Professor Malfoy.

"The gentleman ......," he said of the head of the Gustafsson family.

"Mr. Diongo." Ranko didn't seem to understand what he said, just asked,

"I remember you were a member of the Split Family, right?" Diongo was stunned for a moment, but still nodded,

"Yes, Professor."

"Are you still in touch, let's say some of your good friends?" Diongo just wanted to say no, but when he saw the solid, emotion-black in the dark magic professor's eyes, he could only say what he had just thought

"No" swallowed back.

"I have a brother and a few friends with whom I have a good relationship, but they all know that I have joined the Saints." He said honestly.

"Then I'll give you a task." Ranko set his eyes on the two girls not far away.

Miss Stricken, as the dark magic healing deepened, she became more and more normal, and she pulled Calulin to tell them what they had just seen in the Ministry of Magic.

And Calulin, who has always been overly guarded, didn't even understand herself at this time, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"What?" Diongo on the side asked in a low voice. Ranko retracted his gaze and said secretly, "Just ask them who wants to be the patriarch." ”

"Alright, let's go." With that, ignoring Diongo, who was petrified on the spot, Ranko walked up to the two young ladies.

"Miss Stricker." Professor Malfoy shuddered when he saw Livia at the sight of him, becoming less embarrassed, and his smile widened slightly.

The kind that doesn't have the same bad intentions. He said quite naturally: "The professor wants to invite the two of you to a place, and the two young ladies should give me this face, right?" "Do you give us a chance to say no?

Caroline had long since become accustomed to her dark arts professor

"Let's discuss", in fact, he had already decided, frowning slightly and nodded. After all, the other party will not sell them.

Ranko looked at Livia Stricker again,

"And what about Miss Stricker?" Livia poked her head out from behind Calulin, and a dumb hair popped up on her head.

"Is Caluline there?"

"Of course." Caroline: ...... Buy one, get one free little fool. She thought a little helplessly, but the corners of her mouth kept smiling unconsciously.

Ranco smiled meaninglessly, and took the two young ladies to do the entry registration first. After all, he is a very legal wizard, and he will definitely not do illegal things.

When I do registration, fill in the reason on the registration form

During the "business dealings", the wizard who registered them asked without raising his head, "Who is the person with whom you do business?" ”

"The Mottola Macaws, a Quidditch team." Ranko replied. —-The Dark Arts Professor took the two little fools to a late lunch in a Muggle restaurant in Wellington, and after solving the stomach problem first, he took the two little fools out of the city.

"Professor, where are we going?" Caloline stared around, the crowd that had been coming and going since the beginning had disappeared, and the tall trees and vines were lush, and she felt like she was alive.

"Your feelings are not wrong." Ranko glanced around, and at some point they had lost their sense of direction completely.

Calulin looked back, the road they had come from had been obscured by tall and lush trees, and the city in the distance was long gone, as if they had entered a primeval jungle where no one had set foot on it.

"It's a magical animal called a forest elf." Ranko took out his wand,

"They don't seem to welcome us too much." Named out, elves with sharp teeth, sharp ears, and ugly faces lay on trees, vines, and grass, staring greedily at these outsiders.

"This goblin loves flesh and blood...... Ah, sorry, but I can't eat this. The tail of the blood-red cloak suddenly lengthened, turning into blood-red threads that ran through the elves that flew towards them with their mouths open.

Caloline took her wand and carefully kept Miss Stricker behind her.

"So who gave you the name goblin?" Ranko still walked forward, still seemingly clear about his goal.

The ugly elves were really not in Professor Malfoy's aesthetic, and the blood threaded through the elves, taking root in their bodies, growing more blood-red threads and sewing them back into his cloak.

The red color became more and more vibrant, and the remaining elves fled in a hurry. The road was automatically opened, and the road in front of me and the road behind me were re-recorded again.

"Bang bang." There was a sound of applause ahead. Calulin looked forward and saw an elegant young man with gold-rimmed glasses walking towards them.

"Long admired the name, Mr. Malfoy."