Before Professor Malfoy returned in a rage, Professor McGonagall, Professor Haronius, and Professor Lottie ate the candy given by Professor Malfoy and began to review the meeting.

"It's really not right here."

Professor Harlenius tried not to trigger his prophetic gifts, for fear of seeing or feeling something strange.

His talent is a bit dangerous, he just suffered a big loss yesterday, and now he must not use his ability here.

He was afraid of seeing something he shouldn't see.

But the power of the "prophet" can be so easily counterdone.

This talent gives Professor Harlenius more opportunities to "discover", but it also makes it easier for him to encounter unspeakable dangers.

When he sees something incomprehensible, the curse will come silently.

Professor Harlenius was mindful of what Professor Malfoy had said. In the world of dark arts, it is quite important to listen to the advice of authority figures.

Professor Harlenius would not do anything to do so, and naturally could not contradict Professor Malfoy in such a situation.

"Two professors, I believe you have also felt it in this academic seminar."

Professor McGonagall frowned slightly, "Professor Haronnius, what do you mean ......?"

"A dark wizard has broken in." Taking advantage of the intermission, Professor Harlenius placed a magic barrier around him before he spoke.

"Dark wizard?" Professor Lottie looked incredulous, "They're too bold, aren't they?" Not to mention the number of international police departments here, the Aurors brought by the Ministry of Magic of various countries are enough for them to eat and walk around. ”

"That's a head-to-head showdown, Professor Lottie."

Professor Haronnius said solemnly, "Did you feel anything after eating the candy that Professor Malfoy gave you?" ”

"If you have to say that you feel something, you really have."

Professor Lottie's gaze skipped over to Professor Haronius and Professor McGonagall to the officials of the Ministry of Magic in Luxembourg not far away.

The point was in his extraordinarily pale hand, which was hidden by the wizard.

"Don't you think that man's hand is a little strange?"

On a normal day, Professor Lottie would never say such a thing, but today she said it in front of two professors from other schools for some reason.

"Hand......" Professor McGonagall frowned slightly, "That hand, it does look a little uncoordinated, but it's not necessarily anything out of the ordinary, Professor Lottie." ”

"Minerva." Professor Lottie shook his head, "If you look closely at that hand, it seems to have ...... on that hand."

Lividity.

Professor McGonagall's face froze, and she saw that the Ministry of Magic official was chatting and laughing with the other wizards, and tried to get up, but was stopped by Professor Harlenius in time.

"I can't make a noise for the time being,"

Professor Harlenius shook his head at her and Professor Lottie.

"We have to tell the organizers as soon as possible."

Professor McGonagall said seriously.

"I'm afraid not."

Professor Malfoy had come back at some point.

Seeing that Professor Malfoy's face was not very good, Professor Haronius asked in a low voice, "What did you find?" ”

Ranko nodded, then said, "I know what these people are going to do. ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Sacrifice." Professor Malfoy sneered, "These people have a good plan, and this kind of black magic can be used to say that it is obscene. ”

"Sacrifice?" It was the first time that several professors had heard this word, and they all looked at each other in unison, not knowing why.

"Sacrifice in black magic is essentially a kind of metamorphosis in exchange."

Professor Malfoy looked around, adding a new one to the spell Professor Harlenius had used.

"The essence of this magic is similar to a curse, and the more sacrifices you have, the more powerful the curse will be."

He took out the hand bones, leg bones, and skull from his pocket, and placed them on the table in turn, covering them with magic so that no one could see what he had brought out.

"These are the things that come out of this sacrifice."

He motioned for several professors to look at the ancient scripts engraved on the bones.

"Do you smell anything?"

Ancient magic is a symbol that can produce magical effects as long as it is arranged correctly, and the ancient magic effect burned on bones is quite simple, that is, "gathering" and "condensing".

What to gather? What to condense?

"The smell of blood."

Professor Lottie sniffed lightly and said.

"Malfoy, don't sell it, what the hell are these dark wizards trying to do?"

"Look here." Professor Malfoy tapped a symbol on his skull.

This is also a very obscure spell in all ancient magic texts, it indicates life and hope, and plays the role of "charging" and "balancing" in all ancient magic texts. ”

"I've been wondering where these people's severed hands have gone."

"Where?" Professor Harlenius had a hint of misfortune in his mind, "Wait, Malfoy, are you going to say ......?"

"That's it, I don't mean to say it."

Professor Malfoy tapped the skull on his hand, "Probably, these people's hands will run to it by the end." ”

By borrowing the connection between the hand and its owner, those who are parasitized by the hand may also become the puppets of this big guy.

"The smell of blood around is what has been transformed by the hands of the parasitic, but they have been transformed into a breeding ground for this power, not on the monster's body."

Thinking of the monster with hands all over his body, Professor Malfoy felt that his SAN value had exploded when he thought about it.

"Professor Malfoy, if that's the case, then those people ......" Professor Lottie couldn't help but ask when she saw Professor Malfoy's expression becoming more and more playful.

Durmstrang's professor of dark arts, this is really a so-called art industry.

At least Professor Lottie didn't see the meaning of these ancient magic texts after they were connected, and these disgusting things at first glance, if Professor Malfoy hadn't found them out first and let Professor Lottie do it, she would have found nothing even after more than ten years.

"Those people aren't dead," Professor Malfoy said.

"But the gap between death and death is not too big, and those who are parasitized by these severed hands will completely lose their minds and become one of the puppets controlled by the severed hands."

"The solution is also very simple, not complicated."

Professor Malfoy said, "Just cut off the hand they were parasitized on, and nothing else was special." ”

Anyway, if you can cut it down then, and what will happen after you cut it, I'll discuss it when the time comes.

"I'm more hopeful it will come to me."

Professor Malfoy was apparently aware that the Ministry of Magic official not far away was looking around, not knowing what he was looking for.

His arm was clearly wrong, and the disgusting breath was about to make Professor Malfoy take a deep breath before he reluctantly stopped.

"I can't touch him for the time being."

"Why? Now tell the organizers, maybe you can save those who are parasitized, and besides, is it useful for you to hide like this? ”

"I don't know if it's useful, Professor McGonagall."

Professor Malfoy said slowly, word by word:

"But what I do know is that if Professor McGonagall were to take this matter into account now, it would probably cause a very large variable."

"This variable is extremely unstable, and the biggest possibility is that all the wizards present are buried here together, except for a few wizards who can avoid it.

"What?"

Professor Harlenius suspected that he had misheard, but when he saw that Professor Malfoy was not joking, he realized that what Professor Malfoy said was really possible.

"Do you suspect that the organizers also have ......"

"Among the ancient magic scripts carved by these bones, there is also a group of ancient magic scripts that are quite rare."

Professor Malfoy didn't deny it, flipping over the bones and pointing the corners to the professors.

"It's the arrangement of the portkeys."

"Jingle Bell—"

When Professor Malfoy said this, the lunch break ended and the afternoon seminar officially began.

Professor Malfoy unsoundproofed, tucked his wand back into his sleeve, and sat back in his seat.

"Anyway, I can't tell them for the time being."

When everyone was seated again, the content of the afternoon seminar slowly kicked off under the leadership of the late host.

When Yin Sen saw Professor Malfoy return, he stood up, hunched his back, walked over to Professor Malfoy, and half-crouched down.

"Professor."

"Mr. Horon, what's the matter?"

Yin Sen Holren pursed his lips, but told Professor Malfoy what he saw and heard.

"It's okay, it's normal, it won't be a problem to go back and sleep." Professor Malfoy placed another piece of candy in front of Yin Sen.

"You don't want to attend the evening seminar for the time being, you worked hard yesterday, and you can rest well today."

Yin Sen opened his mouth, but before he could say anything more, he saw Professor Malfoy put his index finger to his lips and motioned for Yin Sen to stop talking.

"Does Professor Malfoy already know?"

Yin Sen nodded knowingly, then took the candy away and returned to his place to sit down again.

After Yin Sen sat down again, Professor Malfoy looked at the host on the stage again.

"Yin Sen Holren senses this thing?"

Before eating the spell-proof candy he gave, what Yin Sen felt should be the sight of the thing in his hand.

His protective magic could not prevent this form of invasion, and when he searched for the bones, he almost crossed the entire perimeter of the island, which meant that the scope of the curse was the entire island.

His protective magic can insulate the erosion of magic and most snooping spells, but it cannot withstand the invasion of such spells.

Ranko was a little numb when he thought that the dark wizard wanted to raise such a thing.

"If a bad one is not good, even he himself will suffer, how can he do it, dare to make it here?"

Who gave him courage?

And the anti-spell candy can only deal with those monsters that want to parasitize people's hands, and it is actually not very useful for the thing he dug up.

"However, since this thing is here, you might as well use this thing to set up a ......"

Professor Malfoy thought very well, as long as this thing remained on the island, even if it was carried around the entire island, but as long as he was still standing on this land, then the hands of those who had been parasitized by their hands would appear near this monster, turning into a blood mist for training, or just a part of this monster's body.

And the culprit who created such a thing must still be in this place.

"You want to create a curse that kills everyone at once, so how can you let your tools be destroyed before they can be used?"

Professor Malfoy thought well, and after determining what he did

With all the things he could think of, Professor Malfoy was relieved to listen to them talk about the funny examples of the dark arts.

Although these self-proclaimed righteous wizards no longer dare to blatantly smear Durmstrang after the experience of last night and this morning, the confrontation between the open and the secret is indispensable.

After dealing with another wizard who had come to ask for advice, and who had some ill intentions in his heart, Professor Malfoy put down the book in his hand that was bigger than his head.

Most of the content in this book is something that Professor Malfoy recorded on a daily basis.

From basic magic applications, basic charms, and magic reactions, to Professor Malfoy's unique insights into some of the most damaging dark arts, inspiration for the dark magic healing system, etc., or some fleeting inspiration, as long as Malfoy thinks of something, he will record it up.

This is to deepen one's own personal impression, and the other is to review something when it is inconvenient to use the meditation basin.

Professor Malfoy opened the book to a new page, and as Professor Harlenius sent away another wizard who had approached them with ill intentions, he looked at the wizard on the stage, calmly assessing the feasibility of what he had said.

Although the international academic research association has seen a lot of petty fights so far, the density of polymath here is also really high.

It wasn't advisable to do things behind closed doors, and Professor Malfoy was on the edge of the magical ramblings as he pondered over the feasibility of what they said were for the dark arts.

The afternoon seminar was quiet in the end.

After last night's fight, Professor Malfoy's appearance this morning gave many people a heavy blow, and most people also realized that Durmstrang must have his own purpose in daring to participate in the international academic symposium this time.

It didn't appear in front of the world when it was read, and it just happened to be unveiled at this time.

And with such a murderous professor, no matter how much the wizards hated Durmstrang with itching teeth, they had to admit that they couldn't really do anything about this ancient school of magic.