Just after the group of students saw that the Yin corpse was completely wiped out, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, they saw in horror that there were no longer a few tables and stools turned into mud, but the number suddenly expanded geometrically.
There was a moment of panic and panic, even though they knew it was Transfiguration, even though they knew they wouldn't be in any danger.
But the physical disgust is still hard to overcome.
Even though the group of "infernal corpses" controlled by Malfoy are very slow and even have no sense of direction, they still pose a great threat.
In the small house, even if there are not many students, it has caused a flood-like effect. They knocked down one, and another appeared, no longer limited to the seats, benches, chandeliers, and even the floor.
The scope of their activities is getting smaller and smaller, and they are gradually being pushed into the corner.
Just when the rotten palm was about to touch, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.
"Okay, the performance is quite satisfactory. Today, the familiarity and confrontation with the corpse is over."
Malfoy's Polymorph attached to the item lifted.
The flame that was still attached to the Yin Corpse's body just now shook off in an instant, splashed a few extreme sparks and then extinguished, and then gradually deformed, from a formed human body to a limp flesh, wriggled back to its original position, and returned to its original shape. desk.
The students breathed a sigh of relief as if they were relieved, and gradually left the classroom. Luna smiled and waved to him, and stepped out of the threshold briskly.
Today's class is over.
He took wide and hurried steps. , across the corridor.
He walked to the door of his office.
Malfoy stretched out his hand, and gently pushed open the somewhat decayed wooden door, making a creaking sound, as if the parts that had been in disrepair were completely rusted and aged, and could no longer mesh properly.
Every time it opens and closes, it seems to be moaning in pain and protesting.
The last time I was here, it seemed that the level of desertion was not so serious.
Moist water vapor rushed towards the face, and the underground felt quite dark and cold. Some potion medicinal herbs scattered on the ground. After the water vapor evaporated, only dry stems and leaves remained.
He had inherited Snape's office.
The light was extremely dark, and a purple-red silk curtain was pulled tightly. On the side was a tall round table with potted plants placed on it. They were growing well, with intertwined branches and tendrils. Whether it was roots, stems or leaves, they all showed A coquettish crimson.
But there are still some new gadgets, a quaint clock is hung on the corner of the wall inside the house, and a new bookcase with some old books in it.
In addition, there is a statue without a face, and a white skull mask hangs on the side. It seems to be a pair. I don't know what will happen when the mask is covered.
Probably some of the loot Malfoy collected while he was out of school.
He walked up to a wall made of black bricks, raised his head slightly, and looked at everything in front of him—the multi-layered bookshelves were full of books, most of the covers were in cold tones, exuding a profound and obscure atmosphere.
Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts related content.
There was a thin layer of dust on the partition, and his fingers wiped it lightly, leaving a very obvious mark. He immediately frowned, and began to sort it out by category.
For a long time, this will be his main office location, at least the necessary cleanliness must be guaranteed.
Malfoy took a book out of the compartment, placed it on the dark table in front of him, and wiped it carefully.
Although he can use magic to clean up in an instant, Malfoy prefers to use this time to think about some problems.
When people perform unconscious actions mechanically and repeatedly, their thinking can get divergent thinking.
For example, now, his gaze is staring blankly in front of him, even though it is just an ordinary stone wall, there is no information except for some textures of the stone surface.
In fact, Malfoy is simulating possible future situations in his mind at this moment.
Voldemort's possible movements, possible future changes.
There is less and less known information, and it is impossible to know the trend.
And originally, people's hearts are the most difficult to guess, and Voldemort is not an ordinary person.
For extreme people, thinking is more difficult to figure out.
The powerlessness of the future direction can make people feel powerless.
“Cleaned up!”
"Return everything to its original place!"
Just as Malfoy cleaned up a copy of "Principles of Common Potions" and was about to put it back on the bookshelf, he suddenly heard a familiar voice, the girl recited a spell softly, and then Malfoy stared blankly at the book in his hand. The book came out, and the book on the table seemed to be pulled back to the bookshelf by an invisible chain.
"Draco, what are you doing? I've been calling you for a long time."
He raised his head following the voice, only to realize that Pan Xi had already walked in front of him, and said with some complaints.
The cracks in the door are ajar, there is no secret worth hiding, let's get some fresh air by the way
"Maybe a little distracted." He coughed a few times.
"By the way, were you looking for something just now?" Pansy asked curiously, while putting away her wand.
"Do you want me to help?" she said enthusiastically.
"Don't bother you." Malfoy took out his wand, and lightly waved it in mid-air, except for the neatly arranged books, the rest of the herb dust, the dust on the surface of the furniture, and the dead leaves of invalid herbs automatically jumped to the place. In the trash can, the scattered sheepskin scrolls on the table were stacked up in an orderly manner, the quill was placed in the center of the table, and the ink cap spun and jumped to the top of the ink bottle.
"It's sorted out," he said.
"Do you have any questions?" He seemed to want to drive the girl away.
"Isn't it welcome for a simple visit?" the girl asked back.
"Then take a good look around." Malfoy shrugged, stretched out his hand, and made a gesture of invitation.
Snape's office, not much to visit.
Girls definitely don't like toads that have been completely air-dried and stretched out in glass bottles, and they don't like arms that have been soaked in special liquids and can even be preserved intact after decades.
Pansy looked at them boredly, except for animal specimens, they were plant specimens.
But the potted plants on the table attracted her attention.
A stream of water mist suddenly condensed near the potted plant, like shrinking clouds, and then the water spray condensed and poured down.
The color of the deep red flowers suddenly brightened after touching the water droplets, from dark red to bright red, and some shiny water droplets were supported on the veins of the leaves, which were instantly absorbed and ignited.
The fire flickered for a moment throughout the dim room, and then burned out completely.
The vigorously growing plants were quickly burned away.
But in an instant, a few light red young leaves and sprouts appeared in the soil of the potted plant.
"Draco, what kind of plant is this?" Pansy leaned towards the corner, bent down, and looked carefully.
"Feng Yuhua." He sat on a seat not far away, his eyes swept casually.
"The appearance is very similar to the feathers of a phoenix, and the characteristics are also. After burning, there will be a new round of growth cycle. It should be her flowering period just now."
"The soil after "Nirvana", applied to the affected area, has the effect of treating burns."
"Okay, that's the end of the extra-curricular extension, and the black arts can't be solved just like that." Malfoy put on a business-like tone.
"Miss Parkinson, if you don't do your homework anymore, maybe I can only continue to get along with you as your teacher after class. I remember that I still have a lot of homework today."
He adopted a serious tone.
It has to be said that the threat was immediate.
"Then I'm leaving, you won't find a time to sneak away one day." The girl shook her toes reluctantly.
"The days to come are still long, even if I leave, I will tell you." Looking at the girl's back, Malfoy said meaningfully, as if hinting at something.
But in fact, the future is shorter than he imagined.