With the start of the new semester, the professor of the Black Magic Defense Class at Hogwarts replaced again this year, perfectly continuing the curse of this position - every teacher could not last a year. The old bee also tried to ask Favnier if he could teach those students the Black Magic Defense Class, but he was rejected by Favnier - "I have no interest in the three unforgivable spells in this world. There are more powerful spells than their starry seas. What can I defend against with a thing that is the weakened version of Death. You can do it by using alchemy as a save amulet. Alas? This is also a business... It's a pity that I can't exchange for money."

Favnier casually wrote and painted on parchment paper with a quill pen, and soon filled a parchment scroll. Then he put on a hat and put on a hunting cloak, stuffed the parchment scroll into his pocket, and went directly to Diagon Alley with a fireplace Floor Net. Favnier wandered around Diagon Alley until he was in front of a very huge magic prop shop that he stepped in and rang the bell to find the owner.

Favnier lowered the brim of his hat, and the magic effect on it covered his face. He directly handed the parchment roll to the shop owner, "Fifty Jin Jialongs, this is yours." The shop owner glanced at Favnier, gave up further investigation of the customer's face, opened the parchment roll and looked carefully...

Not long after, the shop owner quickly took out a purse and put it in front of Favnier without asking any more questions. "Rejoiced boss... you can do your own business with confidence..." Favnier threw the purse in his hand, and did not open it to check. He directly said to the shop owner and clicked the brim of the hat to greet him, then turned around and left the store door.

Almost a week, the anti-death amulets spread throughout the market - almost spreading to the whole world at the same time... Avadasauri was completely ruined, and one small shoddy amulet priced at one silver sicko, and a copper Nath costing a copper nath can completely exempt the famous "powerful" deadly spell...

It was like a bolt from the blue to the Death Eater, but Voldemort didn't feel anything - he was very confident in his magical strength, "Our opponents can't use this spell! Do you have no confidence in your magic? You really feel guilty for the noble bloodline in your blood vessels!"

The difference between Death Eaters and ordinary wizards is that they dare to use the three unforgivable spells regardless of the consequences. At the same time, there is much less limit on to torture and killing a person than normal wizards.

The price of a silver sigil is basically everyone can buy one in the wizard world, so after a month, all wizards carry a destruction talisman, which is a common thing - some people, such as Neville, bought at least a dozen to avoid forgetting to carry such trivial things.

The Death Eaters had at least several torture spells to use, and they also had various magic weapons in their hands to give their victims a final blow. But all this didn't matter at all. He looked at the students in Hogwarts Castle and hummed a little tune.

The professor of the Black Magic Defense Class this year is an old outdated and a victim paranoia, an occupational patient, Alasto Modi stood on the podium to demonstrate black magic to the students. Although this guy is a fake, he is very serious and attentive in teaching various black magic and their defense matters. "What a contradictory guy..." Favnier naturally knew that this Modi was a fake, but why did he say it out.

Dumbledore didn't know why, and in this year he passed the proposal to reopen the Goblet of Fire Wizards' War. "Do I say he's already confused?" Favnier actually received old bees in the castle more than once during the holidays, and knew that he was running around throughout the holidays - for a "rumor" that Voldemort has been resurrected. Dumbledore is still in the old school style now - thinking that a warrior guaranteed by prophecy can unite some righteous people to solve problems - rely on his own efforts, courage and belief...

"Now is the moment of business.........Business is business." Malfoy said.

"The Motorcycle Gang rejected us again? Well, I'll give them a suitable price..." Harry Potter was also telling his friends.

Until now, Porter has not used the modern firearms that have long been hidden in his stronghold in Hogsmeade village - this guy has already set up a secret location in Hogsmeade every weekend's outing. Not to mention Porter alone, all the brothers on Hogwarts Road have their own strongholds in Hogsmeade. Porter is not ready to murder someone himself - he doesn't even have the idea of ​​this...

When Dumbledore announced his preparations for the Goblet of Fire Wizards at the banquet, Malfoy gently curled his lips and expressed his contempt, while Porter—as in their academy’s style—the Lions House has a passion for victory in any competitive event……

Time flies quickly, and almost in the blink of an eye, the other two colleges came to Hogwarts. That night, all the teachers and students gathered in the hall - Favneil was also among them. Like other teachers and students, he looked at the sky after getting a prompt.

A small black dot appeared in the air. Favnier saw the huge horse-drawn four-wheeler with a sharp look. When the carriage was parked on the lawn outside, all the teachers and students had already run outside. Hagrid looked at the four huge horses with great excitement - until he saw a huge beauty coming out of the carriage...

From the Busch Patton Magic School in France, there were many beautiful women. "It's so weird, could this school be a girls' school? Or did the French guys only have female wizards? Oh... there are still a few men... but they are sissy." Favnier thought by himself that as for the students, as for the beautiful female student walking in his head, they were fascinated by the beautiful female student...

Not long after, the Black Lake also swelled, and a huge ghost ship arched from the bottom of the water. After the cabin opened, a group of gay men walked down. Some students who still loved Quidditch began to cheer - because the gay men walked among the heads of Demstrong students were Krum, the ball seeker of the Quidditch team of the Bulgarian National Quidditch team.
Chapter completed!