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A curse with very restrictive conditions.

"With so much life under the curse, I wonder if this dark wizard lady can withstand it?"

The fluorescence swept through the air, spreading in all directions, and Ranko tilted his head suddenly.

"Who?!" The blood-red robe had lost its attitude of resistance somewhere, or it was from the truth that he regarded him as the master.

Naturally, he doesn't need to let this kind of monster out and ravage other people.

Professor Malfoy closed the book and saw the inverted pentagram and the inverted cross on the cover glowing black and red, and his palm brushed over its surface, obscuring the two figures on the cover.

"It's not time yet."

The sky, which seems to be touched, is actually a territory that can never be touched.

"What do you want to do?" The man asked in a low voice, "What do you want to do when you bring us in?!" ”

Ranko clapped his hands, "Don't worry, what do I want to do, it's not obvious?" I'm just going to give a brief account of the world to the first person who found me. ”

"After all, this is my brilliant masterpiece, and it would be a pity if it has not been known."

With the flick of the wand, the green light flew like a comet to the saint's chest, knocking him straight down.

"Ah, this should belong to the same article."

Death did not come with the Curse, and the saint clung to the edge of the rooftop, gritting his teeth to come up.

"Well, then this one, understand this, you should also understand......"

Wanting to get out of here is not much different from dreaming.

He brought them all in with the intention of settling all the saints.

Of course, the rules of the game still have to be followed, and as long as all the civilians and clergy are dead, then the game will naturally end.

Before the saint could climb up, Ranko had disappeared above the rooftop.

No matter how much the man looked, he couldn't find the blood-red figure again.

"It seems that a few wizards from outside are working very hard."

Walking through the crowd, Ranko saw that some monsters from strange books had taken possession of the bodies of these remnants, and were recklessly chasing down the weaker saints.

Ranko let go of the roster in his hand and let it disappear.

"Being a product of the subject matter makes things more interesting."

Ranko had done a lot of experiments for his "dream", well, what can be called a dream.

Black magic healing, the study of dragons, these are all part of his subject.

And this city is also one of his past projects.

"How can we give the spirit and soul the ability to continue without the body?"

This is a very boring and complex subject, with a certain danger and not accepted by the world.

And the time he activated the project was at Hogwarts, when he gave Tom Riddle how the Horcruxes were made.

"Ah, of course, judging by the results, this project was very successful, well, very unsuccessful."

He succeeded in crafting the city, using a meditation basin as a bearer, and he consciously threw the soul that had lost its body into the city.

He left behind the souls of these dead.

He also succeeded in using the cute Tom as a sample to decipher the basic logic of the Horcrux spell.

But unfortunately, these people seemed normal at first, but over time, Professor Malfoy found that those "people" who were normal were losing their emotions little by little.

Including likes and dislikes, good and evil, judgment of things, pursuits, jealousy, positive and negative emotions, all disappear little by little.

And then there were these things that could only be called remnants.

It's similar to a Horcrux that splits its soul and is no longer whole.

They are the souls of the walking dead.

The saint behind Ranko pulled out his wand, and before he could pronounce the spell, a ray of light flooded his chest, and the man fell to the ground in shock.

Behind him, President Nia, with her double ponytails, nodded at Professor Malfoy.

"Guards."

It is possible to designate a wizard to be non-lethal three times, but of course, if it is non-lethal, it will still remain on the body.

President Nia dealt with the saint cleanly, and then reintegrated into the crowd and hid again.

"I only put four cleric cards, the rest are civilians."

A soothsayer who examines the cards, a witch with poison and an antidote, and a hunter who can kill all known werewolves before dying.

A cursed monster made only of black magic rushed out of the sea and pounced in the direction that Ranko had looked at.

The grass they swept through withered, the trees rotted, and there was no grass everywhere they went.

A dazzling spell erupted, but Professor Malfoy opened his plug-in and preempted the man's spell before it worked.

The man was quickly dragged back.

Ranko glanced at it, and seemed to be one of the people in the venue yesterday.

But strangely enough, his hand holding a wand, and his eyes were unusually red.

Ranko took his wand and blew up his shirt by two.

Two distinctly different skin tones on the arms are exposed.

"Tsk, that's pretty fast."

I looked at the place where the pale, corpse-spotted severed hand was connected to the upper half, and I found that the place had strangely fitted together and had grown completely.

Ranko didn't hesitate, and took his wand and cut off the severed hand.

The cursed monster on the side pressed the hand that was still trying to grab the wand.

Ranko carefully compared the vascular connection between the broken hand and the broken arm, and found that this was not a tight fit, but only identical.

Of course, this is unlikely from a medical point of view, but from a magical point of view...... There is magic in this world, and it still cares if it is illogical?

And after cutting off the severed hand, the man showed no signs of awakening.

Ranko rolled his eyelids and knew that the man wasn't dead.

And he shouldn't have become a cursed fool.

Then things are much easier.

"At least know that it's a curse that doesn't have a lethal rate, or a low lethality rate."

It's more like a solidified Imperius curse......

Ranko looked at the severed hand, which was still struggling, finally drenched in lifeless, and inactive, and poked and poked with his wand.

After making sure that the thing was completely inactivated, Ranko pulled out a few pieces of paper from his pocket, wiped his hands slowly, and gestured. The cursed monster with its arms clutched.

The cursed monster understood, picked up its arm and ate it into its mouth, and with a sound of kacha kacha, the arm was swallowed in its stomach.

"Okay, you take a closer look around, and if you encounter something like this, you don't have to stay, just pay attention to it, and don't let people find out."

After Ranko finished speaking, he clapped his hands and threw the paper in his hand down, which was burned by the flames.

He turned, and the moment he turned, the monsters around him dug into the ground and disappeared like severed hands.

"I'm not very good at peek-a-boo." Ranko thought for a moment, the corners of his mouth raised.

"I hope it doesn't get too boring."

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Venue of the International Symposium.

This morning, the organizers arranged for the Ministry of Magic to provide examples of black magic injuries, many of which are caused by black magic injuries that even St. Mungo's Magical Injuries Hospital cannot completely cure.

After the organizer finished talking about this, the wizards of each Ministry of Magic and the wizards of each organization came to the stage one after another to make a brief analysis.

One step ahead of Durmstrang was Hogwarts, and Professor McGonagall stood on the stage with a serious face, as if she had treated the room as if it were her own class.

After analyzing some of the dark arts that the Hogwarts professor had seen, she sat back down.

"Hasn't Professor Malfoy arrived yet?"

Professor McGonagall asked, glancing at Professor Harlenius.

"It should be soon."

Professor Haronius could only reply.

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, before Durmstrang came to power, Professor Malfoy happened to be there.

"Where are we now?"

As soon as they sat down, Professor Malfoy saw a flower suddenly explode in front of them.

"Tell us about the dark arts...... You go, I'll go? ”

Although Professor Haronius is not very good at dark arts, he is still a professional in the end, and his experience and insights in dark arts are objectively stronger than everyone present.

"I'd better do it, I'm a professor of dark arts after all."

Ranko blinked, rejecting Professor Harlenius' "kindness".

After a short intermission, Professor Malfoy took the stage.

At a glance, there were a large number of people in the audience, blue, white, black, and yellow wizard robes dangling in front of them.

Ranko narrowed his eyes, rejected the props offered by the organizers on the side, and directly pulled out his wand.

Seeing this scene, Professor Harlenius subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

Think he's a bit of a PTSD himself.

Not surprisingly, Professor Malfoy was in front of the Ministries of Magic and several major international organizations, and the terrible flames rose up.

"Professor Malfoy!"

The fire spell ignited in Ranko's hands and grew into an incredibly huge figure, with no specific image, but the terrifying and exaggerated temperature made the venue suddenly jump with chickens and dogs.

Officers from the International Police Department stepped forward to stop them, but their Stopping Charms apparently couldn't extinguish the flames created by the Dark Arts Professor.

"What the hell is this?!"

Judge Bart was protected by several police officers, and he couldn't help but smile wryly as he watched the fire rushing to the roof.

"Professor Malfoy is really out of the ordinary......"

The use of black magic for teaching purposes is a matter that is permissible under international law.

The wizards who knew how to unravel the spell quickly stepped forward to undo it, and they wanted to shout a few words to Ranko, but the closer they got to the center of the flames, the more terrifying the distortion of the air became.

This is the real black magic.

Someone was blown out directly, and Umbridge of the British Ministry of Magic stared wide-eyed as a skinny wizard in front of her knocked her out with her.

The man fell to the ground, and the unconscious wizard was still on his body, and Umbridge's face was about to become as decent as the clothes on her body.

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"How dare he! How dare he do that! ”

The wizard who thought about the need to win her over yesterday hasn't woken up yet, and today she is humiliating her in front of so many people!

Are all the wizards of the Malfoy family like that?!

And...... Black magic?

At such a grand and sacred international academic seminar, he actually used black magic?

The flames slowly dissipated after many spells were cracked, revealing Professor Malfoy standing on the stage, unmoved.

"My sharing is over."

Professor Malfoy smiled and nodded at Judge Bart.

Judge Bart didn't want to talk to Durmstran's professor of dark arts right now.

He looked to the left and then to the right......

Well, it seems that those who can take charge of things have fallen to the ground.

"Professor Malfoy, what do you mean by that?"

Before Judge Bart could speak, a woman with an embarrassment, an automatic quill, half-dead and half a roll of charred parchment floating beside her, shouted at Professor Malfoy.

The temperature around her was still high, and the woman's jeweled glasses had black ash on them, so she had to wipe them, but more attention was on the dark magic professor in front of her.

You know, this can only happen if you are too close, and Professor Malfoy, who is a magical control, has always been handy, and it is rare for this to happen except for a few unlucky people and those he "accidentally" implicated.

Ranco glanced at the woman, and the relevant information automatically appeared in his mind.

"Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet, the illegal Animagus, is known for her."

Glancing at the handicapped quill beside him, Professor Malfoy graciously stopped working.

Rita Skeeter couldn't help but widen her eyes as she watched the automatic quill, which had followed her for many years and solved countless shocking secrets, fall to the ground.

But this is obviously less important than the temptation to get first-hand information.

She looked at Durmstrang's Dark Arts Professor and said in a rather rapid voice:

"Professor Malfoy of Durmstrang, I heard that you used to be a wizard against Grindelwald, since you are on the opposite side of Grindelwald, then why did you join Durmstrang as their professor of dark arts?"

Grindelwald?

"It's been a long time since I've heard this name come out of someone's mouth." Ranko still looked smiling.

"Can you answer my question? Professor? ”

Rita Skeeter said with some displeasure.

"Who are you? Why do I have to answer your question? Well, or is it this kind of problem of digging into other people's privacy as soon as it comes up? ”

"I'm a reporter for the British Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter, Professor Malfoy, the Daily Prophet is now a well-known Wizarding Express in the whole of Britain and even in the wizarding world, and as its exclusive reporter, it is very likely that our conversation will also be published on it."

Not really.

The Daily Prophet is sold in the UK at best, and elsewhere it hasn't even sold the other way around.

But Professor Malfoy had a look of sudden realization, "Oh, that's a reporter from the Daily Prophet......"

"Does that answer my question? Or is it related to the secret treasure that is said to be left behind by Grindelwald? ”