The things in the principal's office had been packed up and taken away by Professor McGonagall a long time ago, which naturally included the portraits of the previous principals that originally hung half the wall.
As for the password that made Maka a little nostalgic, of course it would not exist anymore.
To be honest, there is nothing interesting for the two of them to see here. Not to mention, the principal's office at this moment is also occupied by endless darkness. Even if you want to see things and think about people, it is obviously difficult to do so.
"Oh! Harry, guess what I touched?"
Hearing the words, Maka seemed to be walking faster than Harry, and now she had reached a position further inside. Hearing Maka speak, Harry paused slightly before replying:
"What?"
"It's Fawkes' perch!" Maka didn't mean to show off, and quickly answered, "Why didn't Professor McGonagall take this with her? I remember Fawkes' perch was gold-plated... Well, speaking of which, if Fox is still here, maybe we can dispel the thick black fog here!"
"So where is it now?"
When he heard the content about business, Harry finally gained some energy, and even his tone became much higher.
Unfortunately, finding a free phoenix would probably be much more difficult than solving the problem on their own.
"On the top of some high mountain? Probably." Maka said casually, "But... I remember that the Viseu family of the four major families also seems to have one."
As he was talking, he heard a clicking sound from behind. It seemed that Harry had groped for the row of lockers with bookshelves on the other side of the wall, and began to open them one by one to confirm whether there was anything inside.
Maka thought for a moment, then moved her hand away from the gilded branch where Fox used to stand. She turned around and said, "If you are looking for the Pensieve, it must be gone."
"I know," Harry replied immediately, "I just... Oh, I think I have."
While talking, he did not stop what he was doing. At this moment, he seemed to have really found something - it felt like a paper box. He shook it and the box clattered in his hand. The ground rings.
"Okay! I can probably guess what it is." Maka was stunned and said.
"Yes," Harry nodded, subconsciously raising the box in his hand, and then thought that Maka couldn't see it, "It's Bibi's multi-flavor beans, maybe... about half the box? I don't know... when I came here in fourth grade. , Professor Dumbledore gave me a lemon sorbet, and I saw him taking it from the drawer of this cabinet... "
At the end of the sentence, he seemed to be holding the candy box and hesitated for a moment before continuing:
"...Would you like one?"
"Bibi's all-flavored beans?"
Maka seemed to be more interested than Harry before, but this time she asked in a tone of "Are you serious?" But after a few seconds, Harry heard him change his words again:
"No, um... I mean, okay! Just take one."
Among the many types of candies in the magic world, Maka has never liked Bibi's multi-flavor beans because he has never liked "fighting for character". Selecting a jelly bean that can only be described as "normal" by luck from a large number of weird flavors, and usually you can only know this after putting it in your mouth and tasting it. No matter how you think about it, there is a problem.
"You know, I don't like eating this stuff." Maka said, already walking close to Harry.
"Yeah, I know." Harry replied.
While the two were talking, the candy box had moved from Harry's hand to Maka's. The latter also shook it, then shook the box and poured one from the inside into the palm of her left hand.
Then while Maka returned the box, she picked up the unknown multi-flavor bean with the fingers of her left hand, lowered her head slightly and said as if looking at it:
"I remember that Professor Dumbledore didn't like eating it very much... Do you remember? When you were lying in the ward at the end of the first-year semester, the professor mentioned that he had eaten a stinky one when he was young. It was toasty, and I didn’t like eating it since then. At that time, the professor tasted one more at your place, which was probably the first time he made an exception in many years, and ended up eating another earwax-flavored one... "
"It happened so long ago, and you still remember it so clearly?"
The moment Harry said these words, a strange look flashed across Maka's face, and then quickly disappeared. This scene was obscured by thick black fog, and Harry could not see it.
Just listen to Harry continue to say:
"But you said it in such detail, I actually remembered it, it seems like this is indeed the case."
"So!" Maka took over again, "Since something appears in a place where it shouldn't appear, I'm wondering, does it have any profound meaning?"
"An enemy trap?"
Harry reacted quickly, and the moment Maka finished speaking, he was subconsciously on guard. Even the box of Bibi's multi-flavor beans that had just returned to my hands immediately changed from holding it casually to holding it with only two fingers, as if it would be thrown away in the next moment.
But Maka continued:
"No, it's not likely to be a trap. After all, from the time we came here to you searching for candies, it was all done on the spur of the moment... I mean, could this be a hint left by someone? '? If that's the case, it must be someone who is very familiar with you and me, and can even guess that we might come to the principal's office."
"Could it be..." Harry was stunned when he heard this, "Could it be Professor Dumbledore?"
"Well."
Maka opened her mouth to speak. After all, by now, Harry and the others should be prepared for some things. It's a pity that some things cannot be explained too clearly.
If it's Hermione, maybe she can think of something through my words - Maka thought.
"It's possible!" He finally agreed with Harry, "After all, Professor Dumbledore has always had wisdom and long-term vision that we didn't expect."
But in fact, this was probably just an ordinary box of Bibi's multi-flavor beans... Maka, who wanted to remind Harry but failed, threw the beans into her mouth.
"Uh... cough, bah... the smell of shoe polish?" Maka spat the beans far away, "So I hate this... but it seems like my luck is not good today!"
"Are you leaving?"
Harry heard Maka's footsteps starting to move towards the door. He thought for a moment and simply took the box of multi-flavor beans with him and followed immediately.
"Where should we go next? It's your choice this time!"