Chapter 410 Organize the Office

Just when the group of students saw that the Infernal Corpse was completely eliminated, they finally breathed a sigh of relief. They were horrified to see that the number of tables and stools that had turned into mud was no longer a few, and the number swelled geometrically in an instant.

Getting flustered and scrambling for a moment, even though they knew it was Transfiguration, even though they knew they wouldn't be in any danger.

But physical disgust is hard to overcome.

Even though the group of "infernal corpses" controlled by Malfoy were very slow and even said they had no sense of direction, they still had a great threat.

The students were on the left and right, and in the small house, even if the number was small, it caused the effect of a flood. 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 forced into the corner.

Just when the rotten palm was about to touch, the bell rang for the end of the get out of class.

"Okay, the performance is quite satisfactory. Today, the familiarity and confrontation with the corpse is over."

Malfoy's Polymorph spell attached to the item was lifted.

The flame that was still attached to the corpse just now shook off, splashed some extremely sparks, then extinguished, and then gradually deformed, from the formed human body to the limp flesh, wriggling back to its original position, returning to its original shape. desk.

The students breathed a sigh of relief and gradually left the classroom. Luna waved to him with a smile, and stepped out of the threshold briskly.

Today's class is over.

He took broad and quick steps. , across the corridor.

He walked to the door of his office.

Malfoy reached out and gently pushed open the somewhat rotten wooden door, making a creaking sound, as if the disrepaired parts were completely rusted and aged, and could no longer mesh properly.

Every time he opened and closed, he seemed to be moaning in pain and protesting.

The last time I came here, it didn't seem to be so deserted.

The damp water vapor blows toward the face, and the underground feels quite dark and cold. The branches and leaves of some magical medicinal materials are scattered on the ground. After the water vapor evaporates, only the dry stems and leaves are left.

He inherited Snape's office.

The light is extremely dark, a purple-red silk curtain is pulled tightly, and on the side is a small round table with high feet, on which are placed potted plants, which are growing well, and the branches and vines are intertwined. A flirtatious crimson.

But there are still some new things, a quaint clock hung in the corner of the interior wall, and a new bookcase with some old books.

In addition, there is a statue without a face, with a white skull mask hanging on the side, it seems to be a pair, and I don't know what will happen when the mask is covered.

Probably some loot that Malfoy collected while he was outside of school.

He walked to a wall made of black masonry, raised his head slightly, and looked at everything in front of him - the multi-layered bookshelves were filled with books, and most of the covers were cold tones, exuding a deep and obscure atmosphere. .

Content related to Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

There was a thin layer of dust on the clapboard, and his fingers lightly wiped it, leaving a very obvious mark. He immediately frowned and began to organize them into different categories.

This will be his main office for a long time, at least the necessary cleanliness is 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 behaviors mechanically and repeatedly, their thinking can get divergent thinking.

For example, now, his eyes are staring blankly in front of him, even if it is just an ordinary stone wall, except for the texture and texture of some stone surfaces, there is no information.

In fact, Malfoy's mind at the moment was simulating what might happen in the future.

Voldemort's possible movements, possible future changes.

Known information is getting less and less, it is impossible to know the trend.

And originally, the human heart is the most difficult to guess, and Voldemort is not an ordinary person.

Extreme people, thinking more difficult to speculate.

The inability to do anything about the future can make people feel a sense of powerlessness.

"Clean up!"

"Return to where it came from!"

Just as Malfoy cleaned up a copy of "The Principles of Common Potions" and was about to put it back on the bookshelf, he suddenly heard a familiar voice, the girl chanted the spell gently, and then Malfoy stared blankly at the book in his hand. The book came out of his hand, and the books on the desktop seemed to be pulled by invisible chains and pulled back to the bookshelf.

"Draco, what are you doing? I've been calling you for a long time."

He raised his head with the voice, only to realize that Pansy had walked in front of him, and said with a bit of complaint.

The crack of the door is hidden, there are no secrets worth hiding, by the way, let's breathe

"Maybe a little distracted." He coughed a few times.

"By the way, were you looking for something just now?" Pansy asked curiously, putting the wand back.

"Do you want me to help?" she said enthusiastically.

"Don't bother you." Malfoy took out his wand and dazed it in mid-air, except for the dust of the herbs, the dust on the furniture surface, and the dead leaves of the expired herbs, except for the books that had been neatly arranged. In the trash can, the scattered parchment scrolls on the table were stacked in an orderly manner, the quill was placed in the center of the table, and the ink cap swirled to the top of the ink bottle.

"It's sorted," he said.

"Any questions to ask?" He seemed to want to drive the girl away.

"Is a simple visit not welcome?" the girl asked rhetorically.

"Then take a good tour." Malfoy shrugged, stretched out his hand, and made a gesture of invitation.

Snape's office, nothing to visit.

Girls certainly don't like toads that have been completely air-dried and spread out in glass bottles, nor do they like arms that have been soaked in special liquids and even preserved well after decades.

Pansy looked at it boredly, except for animal specimens, it was plant specimens.

But the potted plants on the table caught her attention.

A water mist suddenly condensed near the potted plant, like a shrinking cloud layer, and then the water spray condensed and poured down.

The color of the dark red flowers suddenly lit up after touching the water droplets, from dark red to bright red, and some bright water droplets were supported on the veins of the leaves, which were instantly absorbed and ignited.

The flames flickered throughout the dim room for a while, then burned out completely.

The plants that were growing vigorously just now were quickly burnt out.

But in an instant, a few buds of light red leaves appeared in the potted soil.

"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 over casually.

"The appearance is very similar to the feathers of a phoenix, and the characteristics are the same. After burning, it is a new round of growth cycle. It should be her flowering period just now."

"The soil after "Nirvana" is applied to the affected area to cure burns."

"Okay, the extracurricular expansion ends here, black magic can't be solved by this." Malfoy put on a business tone.

"Miss Parkinson, if you don't do your homework again, 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 put on a serious tone.

Needless to say, the threat was immediate.

"Then I'm leaving, you won't find a time to sneak away someday." 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 to imply something.

But in fact, the time in the future is shorter than he imagined.