Night Raven Master

Chapter 334 The Heads' Discussion
And in the center of Hogsmott, the headmaster's spire, the headmaster's office on the top floor.

Principal Amberell and the four deans gathered together, as well as several professors including Warwick Geralt from the Griffin Academy, Clottey Lacus from the Unicorn Academy, and Black Bat Academy. Gargamel and more.

They stood around in front of the principal's office, most of them having a rare discussion with solemn faces.

The Unicorn Dean Clement patted the table and said loudly to the Black Bat Dean:
"The black mage of the tombstone is here again? He has come to Hogsmott? Last time it was Eggert, who is it this time!?"

"I don't know~"

Elizabeth Vladimir, the dean of the Black Bat Academy raised her fingers and waved a black-red magic wand, turning her nails red and then black again. She frowned slightly, 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 Janna, the dean of the Griffin Academy, looked at her with light and ethereal turquoise eyes, slightly angry.

"If I say I don't know, I just don't know."

Elizabeth stopped the manicure, turned around, walked to a chair and sat down, raised her legs, and under the bright red dress, her snow-white and tender thighs overlapped:
"Dean Janna, you don't have the right to question me"

She narrowed her eyes and said word for word, then she turned her head and looked at Principal Amberlier:

"Amberlier, I think you should change some chairs, this kind of rags are not suitable for the principal's office."

"I'll think about it, Dean Vladimir."

Amberlier nodded, and then looked at Golem Dean Hohenheim Herder beside him:

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

Wearing glasses and looking at the book in his hand without saying a word, Dean Golem raised his head:
"No."

Then he lowered his head again.

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

"Here's a gallingon and a squirrel tail."

Hearing his words, Dean Golem raised his head again and asked for an increase in share:
"I need two."

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

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

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

The other professors and deans also looked puzzled.

But Hohenheim said in a light tone: "Surveillance ball. I got inspiration from the monitors of Muggles, as long as this thing is spread all over the campus, it will be fine."

"Muggle?"

Before the others could react, Elizabeth stood up abruptly, with anger on her face:
"You want Muggle stuff all over the campus!? In Black Bat Academy!?"

"It's not a Muggle item, I just said it was inspired by." Hohenheim raised his glasses and explained blankly, but his explanation was interrupted before it was over.

"Enough! Hohenheim Herder!"

Elizabeth said with a gloomy face: "Tolerating those Muggle-born mud donkeys entering Hogsmott is already the limit of me. You don't want to put these ghosts in my college."

And unexpectedly, Fulla Janna didn't contradict her words, but her reasons were different:
"I think, even though it's just students, their privacy needs to be respected."

Hohenheim glanced at her: "It doesn't harm them, these surveillance balls are there to protect them."

"I know, but no magician would allow himself to be watched."

Fulla Janna's ethereal voice sounded in the principal's office.

"This is Hogsmott, not their lab or their bedroom, it's the commons."

A ray of light reflected off Hohenheim's glasses.

After hearing his words, Fulla Janna closed her eyes:

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

She reluctantly agreed, but that didn't mean other students would agree, nor would their families.

And this sentence is also true.

Except for the angry and gloomy Elizabeth, the unicorn dean Clement and the principal Amberlier were all lost in thought.

The other professors, except for 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:

"Madame Clottey, do you have any comments?"

Clottey turned her head and glanced at him, and replied with her usual kind smile:

"Ultimately it is up to the principal and the deans to make the decision, and our opinion is not important."

"Ok."

Warwick cocked his mouth, undecided.

But at this moment, the old witch Gargamel, who looked like a man, walked over tremblingly, and the small eyes on that generous face stared at Warwick:
"Perhaps you, the Geralt family, should be in charge of the guards. Your nose can smell the black mages very clearly, which is very fitting, isn't it?"

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

"Yes, I can indeed smell the stench of the black mage, just like yours."

Before Gargamel could retort, he grinned, his canines elongated and turned into fangs, and sharp nails grew on his thick fingers:
"Ugly old woman, I can assure you that if you were a black mage, I would tear your bones apart."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and clenched it in front of Gargamel. The sound of cracking joints resounded in the principal's room, causing several principals to cast their gazes involuntarily.

Fulla Janna didn't look at Warwick, but at Gargamel: "Professor Geralt, I think what you said was just a joke, right?"

Warwick bared his teeth. "Of course, Dean, I'd rather have an old woman's bones dirty for picking my teeth."

Gargamel's face was ugly, but under Fulla's gaze, he didn't dare to say a word.

The tit-for-tat confrontation between the Black Bat Academy and the Griffin Academy made Headmaster Amberlier extremely dizzy. He waved his hand:
"Professors, you go back to class first, and leave the next questions to us to deal with."

Including the professor of Golem Academy, they all left without saying anything.

And Clottey glanced at Clement, who also waved his hand, motioning her to leave.

Without rebuttal, Clottey turned and left.

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

(End of this chapter)