Chapter 410: Tidy up the office

Just after the group of students saw that the corpse was completely wiped out and finally relieved, they were horrified to see that the tables and stools turned into mud were no longer a few, and the number instantly expanded geometrically.
For a time, they became panicked and confused, even if they knew it was a metamorphosis, even if they knew they would not be in any danger.
But physical aversion is still very difficult to overcome.
Even though the group of "corpses" controlled by Malfoy, they are very slow, even saying that there is no sense of direction, but they still have a great threat.
The students are left and right. In a small house, even if the number is not large, it has caused a tide-like influx. They knocked down one, and another appeared, no longer limited to the seat bench, chandelier, or even the floor.
The range in which they can move is getting smaller and smaller, and they are gradually forced into the corner.
Just as the decayed palm was about to touch, the bell of the get out of class rang.
"Okay, well behaved. Today, the familiarity and confrontation with the corpse is over."
Malfoy's metamorphosis on the item was lifted.
The flame that was still attached to the corpse just flickered off, splashed a little spark and then extinguished, and then gradually changed shape, from the formed body, back to the soft paralyzed mud, wriggled back to its original position, restored to Desk.
The students were relieved and relieved, and gradually left the classroom. Luna waved at him with a smile, and stepped out the threshold briskly.
Today's class is over.
He took a broad and hasty pace. , Across the promenade.
He walked to the door of his office.
Malfoy stretched out his hand and gently pushed open some decaying wooden doors, making a crunchy sound, as if the parts in disrepair were completely corroded and aging, and could no longer be properly engaged.
Every time it opened and closed, it seemed to be moaning in pain and protesting.
The last time I came here, it seemed that the level of desolation was not as serious.
Moist water vapor came over the surface, and the ground felt quite dark and cold. Some branches and leaves of magic medicine were scattered on the ground. After the water vapor evaporated, only dry stems and leaves were left.
He inherited Snape's office.
The light is extremely dark, and a fuchsia silk curtain is pulled tightly. On the side is a small round table with pots, on which are placed potted plants, with good growth and intertwined branches, whether it is roots, stems or leaves. There is a fascinating crimson.
But there are still some new things, a quaint clock is hung on the corner of the wall in the house, and a new bookcase with some old books.
In addition, there is a statue without a face. A white skull mask hangs beside it. It seems to be a pair. I don't know what will happen when the mask is covered.
It should be some of the loot that Malfoy collected while outside the school.
He walked up to a black brick wall, raised his head slightly, and looked at everything in front of him—the multi-layered bookshelves were full of books, and most of the covers were cold and toned, exuding a profound and obscure atmosphere. .
Relevant content of potions and black magic defense science.
The partition was covered with a thin layer of dust, and his fingers were gently wiped on it, leaving a very obvious mark. He immediately frowned and began to sort them into different categories.
For a long time, this will be his main office location, at least the neatness necessary to ensure.
Malfoy took a book from the compartment, placed it on the dark table in front of him, and wiped it carefully.
Although he can use magic and clean up in an instant, Malfoy is more willing to use this time to think about some problems.
When people repeatedly perform unconscious actions mechanically, thinking can get divergent thinking.
For example, now, his eyes are staring at him indifferently, even if it is just an ordinary stone wall, there is no information except for the texture of the stone surface.
In fact, Malfoy's mind now mimics what might happen in the future.
The possible movement of Voldemort and the possible changes in the future.
There is less and less known information, and it is impossible to know the trend.
And originally, the human heart was the most difficult to guess, and Voldemort was not an ordinary person.
Extreme people, thinking is more difficult to figure out.
The powerlessness towards the future can give people a sense of powerlessness.
"Clean up!"
"The original thing!"
Just when Malfoy cleaned up a book "Principles of Common Potion" and prepared to put it back on the bookshelf, he suddenly heard a familiar voice, the girl gently read the spell, and then Malfoy stared blankly at his hands. The book came out, and the book on the desktop seemed to be pulled by an invisible chain and was pulled back to the shelf.
"Draco, what are you doing? I called you for a long time."
He raised his head with the sound, only to realize that Pansy had come to him, using a bit of complaint.
The door gap is a cover-up, there is no secret to hide, by the way, breathable
"Maybe a little distracted." He coughed a few times.
"By the way, were you looking for something just now?" Pansy asked curiously, and withdrew his wand back.
"Would you like me to help?" she said enthusiastically.
"No need to trouble you." Malfoy pulled out his wand and gently swayed in the air, except for the dust of the remaining herbs, the dust on the surface of the furniture, and the dead leaves of the failed herbs. In the trash bin, the scattered lambskin rolls on the table were stacked in an orderly manner, the quill pen was placed in the center of the table, and the ink cap jumped to the top of the ink bottle.
"Organized." He said.
"Is there any question to ask?" He seemed to want to drive the girl away.
"Is it not welcome to simply visit?" the girl asked rhetorically.
"Then take a good look." Malfoy shrugged, extended his hand, and made a gesture of invitation.
There is nothing to visit in Snape's office.
Girls certainly don't like toads that have been thoroughly air-dried and have their legs stretched out in glass bottles. They also don't like arms soaked in special liquids that can even be preserved after decades.
Pan Xi looked bored, except for the animal specimens, which were botanical specimens.
But the potted plants on the table attracted her attention.
A cloud of water suddenly condensed near the potted plant, like a shrinking cloud layer, and then the water condensed and poured down.
The color of the deep red flower suddenly shined after contacting with 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 burned.
The fire flashed through the dark room for a while, then burned out completely.
The vigorous plant just burned out quickly.
But in a flash, a few red leaves and new shoots appeared in the potted soil.
"Draco, what kind of plant is this?" Pansy leaned over the corner, bent down, and looked carefully.
"Feng Yuhua." He sat on the seat not far away, his eyes swept casually.
"The appearance is very similar to the feathers of the Phoenix, and the characteristics are also. After burning ~ EbookFREE.me ~ is a new growth cycle. It should be her flowering period just now."
"The soil behind "Nirvana" is applied to the affected area to treat burns."
"Okay, the extracurricular extension is so far. Black magic can't be solved by this." Malfoy put on a public official 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.
I have to say that this threat is immediate.
"Then I'm gone, you won't find a time to sneak away someday." The girl shook her toes unwillingly.
"The days to come are still very long. Even if I leave, I will tell you." Looking at the girl's back, Malfoy said something, seemingly suggesting something.
But in fact, the future is shorter than he thought.