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

President Amberlier and four deans all gathered together, including Warwick Geralt of the Griffin Academy, Clotty Lux of the Unicorn Academy, Gargward of the Black Bat Academy, etc.

They stood around the principal's office, and most of them had a rare discussion with serious expressions.

Clement, the dean of the unicorn, slapped the table and said loudly to the dean of the Black Bat:

"The black magician of the tombstone is here again? Come to Hogmot? Last time it was Eggart, who is this time!?"

"I don't know~"

Elizabeth Vladimir, the dean of the Black Bat Academy, raised his fingers and waved his black and red wand, turning his nails into red and black again, with a slightly frown, as if he was worried about what color to choose.

"Don't know!? Dean Vladimir, you don't even know the identity of the black magician you broke into?"

Fra Gana, the dean of the Griffon Academy, looked at her with a hint of green eyes, a little angry.

"I said I don't know, but I don't know."

Elizabeth stopped her manicure, turned around and walked to a chair and sat down, crossed her legs, and under the bright red dress, her snow-white and tender thighs overlapped:

"Director Gana, you have no right to question me..."

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

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

"I will consider it, Dean Vladimir."

Amberlier nodded and looked at Hornheim Held, Dean of Gorem, who was standing beside him:

"Honeheim, I think you should have a way, right? About that black magician."

Wearing glasses, Dean Gorem looked at the books in his hand without saying a word throughout the whole process and raised his head:

"No."

Then he lowered his head.

Looking at him, Amberlier touched his white haired top in distress:

"Give you a garingen and snow rat tail."

Hearing his words, Dean Gorem raised his head again and made a request to increase his share:

“I need two.”

"Okay, two." 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 then raised his head after a while: "What is this?"

The other professors and deans were also confused.

Hornheim said in a light tone: "Surveillance ball. The inspiration I got from the Muggles' monitors is enough to spread this thing on campus..."

“Muggles?”

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

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

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

"Enough! Hornheim Held!"

Elizabeth said with a gloomy face: "It is my limit to tolerating those muggy donkeys from Muggle origin into Hogmot. Don't even think about putting these ghosts into my academy."

Unexpectedly, Fra Gana did not refute her words, but her reasons were different:

“I think that although it’s just students, their privacy needs to be respected.”

Hornheim glanced at her: "This did not harm them, these surveillance balls were designed to protect them."

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

The ethereal voice of Fra Gana rang out in the principal's room.

"This is Hogmott, not their lab nor their bedroom, it's a public area."

A ray of light reflected from Hornheim's glasses.

And after hearing his words, Fra Gana closed her eyes:

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

She reluctantly agreed, but it did not mean that other students would agree, and their families would not necessarily agree.

And this sentence is also true.

Apart from Elizabeth with an angry and gloomy face, unicorn dean Clement and principal Amberlier were both in deep thought.

Other professors, except for the professors from the Black Bat Academy who firmly supported their dean, basically had no reaction.

Warwick leaned against the wall with a lazy look on his face and turned his head to look at Clotti:

"Madame Clotty, do you have no objection?"

Clotty turned his head and glanced at him, and replied with his usual kind smile:

"In the end, it is up to the president and the dean to decide, and our opinions do not matter."

"All right."

Warwick's mouth was tilted, and he couldn't refuse it.

But at this moment, the old witch, who looked like a man, walked over tremblingly, with the small eyes on the big face glaring at Warwick:

"Maybe it should be put to your Geralt family to guard it. Your noses can clearly smell the dark magicians. This is appropriate, isn't it?"

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

"Yes, I can indeed smell the stench of the black magician, just like the stench on your body."

Before Gegu retorted, he smiled, the canine teeth stretched out and turned into sharp teeth, and sharp nails also grew on his thick fingers:

"Ugly old lady, I can guarantee that if you were a black magician, I would definitely remove your bones."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and clenched it in front of the Gege Witch. The sound of the joints sounded one after another in the principal's room, making several deans unable to help but turn their attention.

Fra Gana did not look at Warwick, but looked at Gerapur: "Professor Geralt, I miss you just a joke, right?"

Warwick grinned and said, "Of course, Dean, I think the old woman's bones are used to pick teeth."

Gege's face looked ugly, but under Fra's stare, he didn't dare to say a word.

The tit-for-tat between the Black Bat Academy and the Griffin Academy made the president Amberlier extremely big, and he waved his hand:

"Dear professors, you guys go back to class first, and let us deal with the next questions."

Including the professors of Gorem College, they didn't say anything and left.

Clotty glanced at Clement, and the other party waved his hand and signaled her to leave.

Without refuting, Clotty turned and left.
Chapter completed!