In the midst of the chickens and dogs, Durmstrang ushered in the first all-dark night.

The aurora in the sky shows a blue or purple color, and under the vast dark night, when there is no wind and snow, you can see far away, and the color of the aurora falls into the silvery white earth.

"It's completely different from the scenery during the polar day."

Standing on the castle tower, Ranko braces his face and looks out at the sky in the distance.

"That's the weather here." Professor Haronius yawned and put the scroll down in his hand.

"How?" Ranco saw the scroll next to him, picked up a random copy, and glanced at it.

"Is astronomy difficult?"

The students wrote a lot of them, and the depictions of the stars and the trajectories of the stars were written in great detail.

Unfortunately, it's all wrong.

Professor Harlenius was curious as to how they managed to get the full text and the brief all wrong.

"This is probably the last stubbornness of the students."

Ranko was amazed.

"But by this time, the revelation of the stars should also deepen?"

"It's all the same." Professor Harlenius sorted out the sixth-year papers, "This is a special environment, Malfoy shouldn't have been to the stargazing platform yet, right?" ”

"There isn't one." Ranko replied honestly, "I'm not interested in the stars. ”

"Huh." Professor Harlenius smiled, "Looking out from the school's observatory, you can see the traces of the stars day and night. ”

"It's okay during the polar day, it's naturally even more okay at this time, and as you said, there will be a certain degree of strengthening."

"Yes." Ranko turned his head and saw that under the aurora in the distance, the silver-white earth was painted with fantastical colors.

"Britain has never seen anything like this."

"There's a lot more that you can't see in the UK." Professor Harlenius said, "Muggles are rare in places where birds don't poop, so it's not unusual to see any sights." ”

The beauty of extreme weather can be truly memorable at times.

But where birds don't poop......

Professor Haronius, you're still so direct.

Ranko took out the dark gold pocket watch from his pocket and looked at it, the hour hand had reached nine o'clock, he jumped down from the bench, and used his wand to unravel the shape of the bench to turn it into an inconspicuous snowflake like the surroundings, and then patted the non-existent snow on the wizard's robe:

"Alright, let's go back."

Durmstrang's transition between polar day and polar night is not slow, and it is the closest place to the polar regions, and the extreme weather has been affected all year round, which also makes the wizards here live extremely strongly.

Oh, to be precise, the Norse wizards are pretty strong.

The lives of the students and professors are officially on track, and in the period close to Christmas, which is about to end the first half of the academic year, the professors have begun to evaluate the students' learning in half the academic year.

This was very different from Hogwarts, and Professor Malfoy wondered if Professor Danlin had incorporated Muggle teaching methods into the Wizarding Academy.

Regardless of the complaints of the students about the semi-annual exams before Christmas, the professors are actively preparing for the holiday experience and trying to give the students an unforgettable holiday experience.

And approaching the deadline for the theoretical research of the seventh-grade "Horcrux Making" topic, Ranko has also received small papers from various wizards one after another.

The seventh-grade wizards can be said to have used a lot of their own connections, no matter what the reaction of their own parents is, it doesn't matter if the quality of the homework handed in is uneven, Ranco is quite happy to see it.

"It seems that no matter where it is, the legend of Horcruxes has always existed."

It's just that some students really can't find the corresponding materials, so it's a bit too much to make up a story here.

As the most evil form of black magic, the production of Horcruxes is not only expressly prohibited, but even if it is just an investigation, the school has received a lot of letters of inquiry.

But they were all blocked back by Professor Danlin.

Since Professor Dan Lin agreed to Professor Malfoy's project, she naturally would not ignore it.

If there is no problem on the parents' side, there is no problem on the students' side, so there will naturally be no problems on the professor's side.

"When the students come back at Christmas, they will make Horcruxes."

Ranko thought that the spirit thickener had already taken effect, and it was unlikely that the students' souls would easily split under the protection of the spirit thickener.

He dares to teach, which naturally guarantees that students will not cut their souls into several pieces.

The greatest role of the spiritual thickener here is to make their souls, each piece inextricably linked to each other.

If you want to make a Horcrux, you must divide the soul, and the main soul is affected by the spirit thickener and cannot be separated, so only making a Horcrux can only cut off some irrelevant souls and use them to make them.

This is the same soul fragment in the body of the ragdoll that Ranko controls Hogwarts, both of which are cut out of the redundant parts.

One of the great features of this is that the Horcruxes are inherently "immortal".

It won't have much impact on wizards, and it won't cause wizards' spirits to become more and more fragile.

Two weeks before the Christmas holidays, early on Monday morning, Ranko and his third-year wizards walked to the side of Lake Vaster behind the castle.

"I'm sure everyone already knows the content of today's lesson."

Ranko took his wand and said to a group of wizards.

"Although the half-year exam does not directly affect your promotion like the school year exam, the results of the half-year exam are not satisfactory if they are not ideal."

He couldn't help but smile when he saw that Mr. Sit Bergman, the wizard who had been sent to the school infirmary for a week with his first move, was shaking with his wand in his hand when he entered Durmstrang.

"Rest assured, the content of the half-year exam is not difficult, after all, in order to take into account the promotion rate and the fact that each wizard needs to prepare for more half-year exams, the black magic course only has a practical part, and it only accounts for one-fifth of the score of the academic year exam."

"Assistant Coach Gwo."

Diongo stepped forward and nodded at Professor Malfoy.

This original saint is now well adjusted to his identity, except for the hoarse cries of the other two saints that sound in his head from time to time, and the pollution from the mind of the adult that appears from time to time, he understands the meaning and value of his existence more than before.

Diongo cleared his throat and then explained to the students what to do for this half-year exam.

"Flame Curse?"

Miel next to Mr. Krum had a face on his shoulder, but he took out his wand bitterly.

"Drew the spell I'm not good at."

Mr. Krum took out his wand without changing his face, and the wizards were instructed to stand apart by Lake Vast.

"So what's the test?"

While they were still guessing, a tornado rolled up from the calm surface of the lake, and the icy but unfrozen lake water flew dozens of meters into the sky in the tornado, and then quickly froze into lumps of ice.

Mel's face changed as he stared at the ice the size of his head smashing down from the sky.

"it!"

The ice fell, and no other spells were allowed to be used except for the use of fire, resulting in a flying ice from the sky, and many students had a bag on their heads.

"It was unexpected."

Under Professor Malfoy's smiling gaze, Maier lowered his head in a solemn manner.

Diongo looked at the parchment in his hand, except for Mr. Krum and Mr. Cotton, most of the others were hit, and naturally it could not be counted as a perfect score.

"It's not ideal, but it's understandable."

Professor Malfoy said.

Professor, you have the ability, let's go head-to-head!

Some students burst into tears in their hearts, and they were smashed all over their heads before they were ready, what did they say?

"Alright, let's all go back, oh, Mr. Krum, Mr. Cotton, you two stay for now, I have something to tell you."

The half-year exam was soon over, and Ranko took the two back to the dark arts classroom and asked them to find a place to sit, while he took out two applications engraved with the official seal of the International Federation of Wizards from his pocket.

"The International Confederation of Wizards is expected to hold a symposium on magic at the end of March next year, and the school has been given a place to participate."

Ranko flew the application to the two students.

"Professor Dan Lin means to let me select two wizards from each grade to participate, although it is a magic academic type seminar, but according to the recent international situation, it is possible for each magic academy to participate."

That is, it is not only an academic discussion, but also an opportunity to flex your muscles.

Durmstrang, Hogwarts, and Beauxbatons will all participate, and it is also the meaning of the school to stand out in this issue.

"If you apply, there will be opportunities for individual training in the near future, which will take a lot of time, but I believe it will not be wasted."

Ranko leaned back on the podium and said to the two students.

"Of course, it's not in a hurry, and you can get back to me when we get back at Christmas."

Victor and Cotton looked at each other, and then Cotton said sincerely:

"Okay, Professor Malfoy."

Mr. Krum was equally succinct: "Yes, Professor. ”

"Then I'll wait for good news from both of you, oh, say in advance, Merry Christmas."

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On Christmas Eve, Durmstrang went into short vacation mode.

This is also a time when students are free to leave school and go home for the Christmas holidays, while those who stay on campus do not need to suffer the punishment of Professor Dan Lin for running every morning (Professor Dan Lin: smile), and they are free to stay in bed until three o'clock in the morning, and even if they go to the cafeteria late, they can also be treated richly.

Of course, this is only between the Christmas holidays.

As a wizard who had changed her guardian, Calulin no longer had to return to that disgusting place.

Like Diongo, both of them stayed in Durmstrang to do some basic research with Professor Malfoy.

"So why should I stay in school?"

Calulin looked at the dead frog in her hand and looked like she wanted to cry without tears.

Professor Malfoy, who had no concept of child labor at all, did not hesitate to ask Miss Calulin to speed up the refining of potions.

"If such a simple potion will fry, I'll have to consider whether your IQ will be able to accomplish my next mission, Miss Caloline."

Ranko smiled gently, but the tone in which he spoke did not give the impression of mildness at all.

"Basic Potions Alchemy, the most frequently asked question type on the IWLS exam."

Ranko borrowed the Potions classroom and opened a small stove for the two wizards of the Gustavson family, Caloline and Diongo.

Miss Stricker had been taken back by his father, and had been inseparable from Miss Caroline, but now that she had suddenly separated, she did not like it very much.

Director Strick, who had come to pick up Miss Livia, was in good shape, and although his left arm was losing sensation as the dark magic healing took effect, his child had indeed begun to return to his normal trajectory.

And his wife, too.

The effects of dark magic healing are far stronger than those of wizards who frantically resist this system of healing without knowing anything.

Professor Malfoy was not surprised, and after exchanging "Merry Christmas" with the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Director Stricker left Durmstrang with Miss Livia.

Miss Livia, on the other hand, was chosen by Ranko to go to the next year's International Symposium on Magic.

"But I'm only in the first grade."

Calurine stared at the bubbling potion in front of her, and her heart was broken.

"Excuse, when I'm your age, I can make life and death water myself."

Who's going to compare with you!

Caroline scratched her ears and cheeks, feeling driven crazy.

Diongo on the side could only look at his titular niece helplessly, and sighed silently.

An apprentice, a tool man, Professor Malfoy basically has no human rights, and can only follow the rhythm of others.

Celebrating Christmas?

Only the weak have Christmas!

Diongo, Calulin: Enough, we are weak!

On Christmas Eve, the Potions classroom was never turned off, and of course, the ending was still pleasantly surprised.

With Miss Caroline's expressions of lovelessness, she finally made a potion that pleased Professor Malfoy.

"So people just have to force it, so that they can burst their potential, right?"

Professor Malfoy didn't smile like a human being.

Carulin didn't look like a refutation at all, she weakly raised her hand and covered her stomach with the other:

"Professor, I want to eat."

"Okay, let's go."

Professor Malfoy said simply.

The two Gustafsson gentlemen burst into tears.

In the cafeteria, the atmosphere of Christmas is vividly highlighted by the decoration of the domestic elves.

In the middle of the first and second floors of the cafeteria, a Christmas tree that has been decorated from the outside and moved into the interior is full of gifts.

Caloline was not tall enough, so she picked a gift from under the tree, and when she looked back, she saw Professor Malfoy holding a wand and taking a red gift box from the top of the tree, and Caroline immediately felt angry.

"Look at what I'm doing, open the gifts."

Professor Malfoy found a place to open the gift box he had chosen.

Most of these are gift boxes provided by the school, not to say suitable, but at least they reflect the care of the school.