Night Crow Master

And in the center of Hogmot, in the principal's spire, in the principal's office on the top floor.

President Amberlier and the four deans gathered together, and several professors including Warwick Geralt of Griffon College, Clotty Lax from Unicorn College, and Black Bat College Ge Ge Wu and so on.

They stood in front of the principal's office, most of their faces solemnly engaged in rare discussions.

Dean Unicorn Clemente patted the table and said loudly to Dean Black Bat:

"The black magician of the tombstone is here again? Come to Hogmot? It was Aigert last time, who is this time!?"

"I don't know~"

Elizabeth Vladimir, the dean of the Black Bat Academy, raised her fingers and waved her black and red magic wand, turning her nails red and black again, and her brows were slightly frowned, as if she was worried about which color to choose. .

"I don't know!? Dean Vladimir, you don't even know the identity of the black magician who broke in?"

Fura Jana, the dean of Griffin Academy, looked at her with light and empty turquoise eyes, slightly angry.

"I don't know if I don't know."

Elizabeth stopped the manicure action, turned around and walked to a chair to sit down, raised Erlang's legs, and under the bright red dress, her white and tender thighs overlapped:

"President Jana, you have no right to question me..."

She squinted her eyes and said every word, then she turned her head to look at the principal Amberlier:

"Amberlier, I think you should change some chairs. This kind of tatter is not suitable for the principal's room."

"I will consider it, Dean Vladimir."

Amberlier nodded, and then looked at Hohenheim Helder, Dean of Gorem:

"Hohenheim, I think you should have a way? About that black mage."

Dean Gorem, who was wearing glasses and watching the books in his hand without a word, raised his head:

"No."

Then he lowered his head.

Seeing him, Amberlier touched his white-haired head in distress:

"I'll give you a copy of Garlingen and the squirrel tail."

Hearing his words, Dean Gorem raised his head again and asked for an increase in the share:

"I need two copies."

"Okay, two copies." Amberlier nodded and agreed to his additional request.

After Amberlier agreed, Hornheim took out a small ball from his chest pocket, waved his wand, and the ball flew in front of Amberlier.

Amberlier frowned, looked at the ball, and raised his head after a long while: "What is this?"

The other professors and deans also looked confused.

And Hohenheim said indifferently: "Watch the ball. The inspiration from Muggles' monitors, as long as this thing is spread all over the campus, you can..."

"Muggle?"

Before the others reacted, Elizabeth stood up suddenly, with anger on her face:

"You want to put Muggles' belongings on the entire campus!? Put them in the Black Bat Academy!?"

"This is not a Muggle item, I just said that it was inspired by..." Hohenheim raised his glasses and explained it expressionlessly, but his explanation was not over before he was interrupted.

"Enough! Hornheim Helder!"

Elizabeth said with a gloomy face: "It is my limit to tolerate those mud donkeys of Muggle origin entering Hogmott. You don't want to put these ghosts in my academy."

Unexpectedly, Fula Jana did not refute her, but her reasons were different:

"I think that although they are only students, their privacy needs to be respected."

Hornheim glanced at her: "This does not harm them, these surveillance **** are to protect them."

"I know, but no magician will allow himself to be monitored."

Fura Jana's ethereal voice sounded in the principal's room.

"This is Hogmot, not their laboratory or their bedroom, but the public area."

A ray of light reflected from Hohenheim's glasses.

And after listening to his words, Fula Jana closed her eyes:

"If you do this, someone will definitely go to the Magic Council to protest."

She reluctantly agreed, but it does not mean that other students will agree, and their family may not agree.

And this sentence is also a fact.

Except for Elizabeth, who looked angry and gloomy, the Unicorn Dean Clement and Headmaster Amberlier were all lost in thought.

The other professors, except the professors of the Black Bat Academy who firmly supported their dean, basically did not respond.

Warwick leaned against the wall lazily, turned his head and glanced at Clottey:

"Mrs. Clottey, don't you have any comments?"

Clottey turned his head and glanced at him, then replied with the usual kind smile:

"In the end, the principal and deans make the decision. Our opinion is not important."

"Ok."

Warwick cocked his mouth and couldn't comment.

But at this moment, the old witch Gegewu, who looked like a man, walked tremblingly, staring at Warwick with the small eyes on that generous face:

"Maybe your Geralt family should be in charge of the guard. Your nose can clearly smell the black magicians. This is very suitable, isn't it?"

Listening to her, Warwick's smile gradually became dangerous, and a fierce red light flashed in his eyes:

"Yes, I can smell the black mage's odor, just like the odor on you."

Before Ge Gewu retorted, he grinned, his canine teeth stretched out and turned into fangs, and sharp nails grew on his thick fingers:

"The ugly old lady, I can guarantee that if you are a black mage, I will take your bones apart."

As he said, he stretched out his hand and squeezed it in front of Ge Ge Wu, the sound of the joints clicking successively in the principal's room, causing several deans to cast their sights.

Fula Janna did not look at Warwick, but at Gagwu: "Professor Geralt, I think what you said was just a joke, right?"

Warwick grinned, "Of course, Dean, I think this old woman's bones are used to floss her teeth."

Ge Gewu looked ugly, but under Fula's gaze, he dared not say a word.

The tit-for-tat confrontation between the Black Bat Academy and the Griffin Academy made President Amberly's head very big, and he waved his hand:

"Professors, you should go back to class first, just leave the next questions to us."

Including the professors at Gorham College, they didn’t say anything, and left.

Clottey glanced at Clement, and the other party waved her hand to signal her to leave.

Without refuting, Clottey turned and left.

No one noticed that the expression in her eyes changed in an instant, and then returned to its original state in the next instant.