The night was getting darker and it started to rain outside the castle. The rain alone is actually not very heavy, but in the recent fierce wind, the dense rain has become surprisingly violent.
Occasionally, one or two forked blue lightning bolts would flash through the clouds in the sky, and dull thunder would circle around the empty space, beating against the beating heart.
At this moment, in the Gryffindor common room on the eighth floor of the castle, the door leading to the student dormitory opened quietly, and a slightly thin figure walked out quietly.
The figure almost submerged in the darkness looked a little hesitant. After stepping into the deserted common room, he looked back at the stairs from where he came from, seemingly uneasy.
But after hesitating for a moment, he turned around decisively and walked toward the doorway in the dark.
The portrait guarding the door was naturally closed, but the figure didn't seem too worried. After gently pushing the portrait away, he immediately dodged out of the gap.
Looking back, I saw that the fat woman on the canvas was still sleeping quietly, snoring softly, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.
He gently pushed the portrait up again, and after confirming that it was correct, the man quickly walked to the corner against the wall, and left this corridor not long after.
On the other side behind the corner is a long corridor that leans against the outer wall of the castle. On one side, there are medieval metal armors standing quietly at the base of the wall, and on the other side, there are window openings that are more than one person tall.
If the weather is good, you can see the beautiful night view directly in front of the castle from here. But today is a stormy night. Although the magic protection prevents the rain from coming in, it is not easy to see the situation outside clearly.
In fact, with the stars and moon covered by clouds, it was completely dark outside the window. This also made the corridor equally dark. If he didn't already know the castle well, it would be really difficult to move in this situation.
Suddenly, a thick bolt of lightning quickly crawled across the sky outside. The bright thunder light gave the dark corridor an instant clarity, and at the same time, it also illuminated the figure who was walking quietly.
It was a student wearing a Gryffindor House robe. Her long hair revealed her gender, and her delicate and small profile directly revealed her identity.
"... Speaking of which, when was the last time you violated school rules like this?"
The little witch named "Hermione Granger" pursed her thin lips, as if recalling some good memory, she blushed slightly and smiled.
It was when she and "Maka McClain" met here, and that time was also the closest distance between her and him.
"It seems that Snape and Harry also saw it!"
The lightning disappeared silently, and endless darkness once again flooded her body, followed by the loudest thunder since nightfall.
Hermione continued to move forward in the darkness. She almost knocked down the armor that time, so she would not make that mistake again this time.
She touched the wall on the other side of the window hole and walked forward, not slowly, because she was very familiar with this place. After passing another corner, Hermione had almost arrived at her destination.
After walking some distance further, Hermione took out her wand from her sleeve - ever since she saw Maka do this, she immediately understood the benefits.
Perhaps her awareness of the dangers of the surrounding environment is not as strong as Maka's, but she can always do the right thing.
"Fluorescence."
As her lips and teeth opened and closed, the incantation sounded ever so slightly, and a little light dispelled the darkness, making the corridor she was in a little clearer.
The place is right, not far ahead. Hermione took two quick steps and came to the giant tapestry depicting a troll beating silly Barnabas. On the other side of her was an ordinary white wall.
When discussing with Maka about which place to choose as a Defense Against the Dark Arts training venue, Maka told her about this place.
Maka said that there is a secret room here, which can provide the most suitable layout for those who need it. And it is said that very few people know about this place. It sounds like it is indeed a good training place.
But before that, Hermione wanted to take a look at this place.
Although she told herself that she came to check the condition of the room in advance. But in fact, she came here overnight with another, more personal idea in mind.
"I walked past the white wall three times and concentrated on where I needed to be..."
Hermione walked forward while muttering to herself, stopping in front of the empty classroom window at one end of the white wall, then turned around and walked back, and then turned back at the large vase at the other end.
When she turned around for the third time, a rectangular outline suddenly appeared on the white wall, and it quickly became highlighted under her gaze.
She stepped forward without hesitation, reached out and grasped the copper handle on the door, and twisted it gently. With a soft "click" of the lock tongue, the door was opened smoothly.
This is where Maka told herself that since it was introduced by Maka, there must be no problem.
She immediately stepped in and closed the door behind her.
But I saw that after the door on the wall was closed, it quickly integrated into the wall and disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.
As soon as she walked into this wonderful room, Hermione, who was originally looking relaxed, immediately stopped. If not for anything else, it was because the scene here really frightened her.
To be honest, she had already made too many guesses about this place before she decided to come here early. But she never expected that the moment she really saw this place, she was afraid that she had gone to the wrong place.
Yes, another "private" reason why Hermione came here this time was to take a look at "Maka's room".
Just now in the corridor outside, what she was thinking about was not "the need for a place to train Defense Against the Dark Arts", but "the room that Maka uses when she comes here."
But here, the first thing that caught her sight was a whole field of terrifying stone statues arranged horizontally and vertically!
These stone statues all look extremely delicate, and each one seems to be the masterpiece of a highly skilled carving artist. Most of them are in different postures, standing, lying, kneeling or lying down, and the expressions on their faces are even more varied.
It’s just that they all have two things in common.
Firstly, they are all transformed werewolves, and every hair on their bodies is clearly identifiable; secondly, although the expressions on their faces are different, they all contain fear.
Anyone would be startled if they were suddenly placed in a place full of frightening sculptures, not to mention that these sculptures are so lifelike...
"... No, is this... a real werewolf?"
After all, if these are all just stone sculptures, what on earth did the person who carved such a large stone statue think? At least Hermione couldn't imagine it at all.
What's more, this should be the room used by Maka - because she found a large desk behind the stone statue, and the astonishing mess on the desk looked nothing like the study room in Blake's old house. difference.
And next to the desk, there was a row of consoles for preparing potions, which made Hermione even more convinced.
"What on earth is going on with these stone statues?"
Hermione hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly walked through the "statues" with some trepidation, and arrived at the back half of the room with a hint of surprise.
"Feel sorry."
Hermione apologized awkwardly to the armchair behind the desk, then picked up the information on the table and started browsing.
She believed that Maka wouldn't mind her sneaking in - at least the Maka she knew would not have a grudge against her because of this.
Because she couldn't understand what a gentle boy that outstanding wizard named "Maka McLean" who was her age was.
Besides, didn’t she come here just to get to know the other person better? Hermione believed that even if she saw something more terrifying now, she would never misunderstand Maka again.
The so-called "truly powerful can change the views of others."
Dumbledore made the world admire him with his power and charity; the two generations of Dark Lords also made the world fear them with their power and evil...
But Maka used his strength and calmness to finally make the people around him trust him from the bottom of their hearts.
Recently, after Dumbledore's death, this point was revealed silently without even Maka being aware of it.
"...What are these?"
After looking through the desk for a long time, Hermione's face was full of frustration - because she found that she could barely understand only half of the information in it.
"Rule runes? What are those?"
In fact, the information here is already a relatively useless part for Maka. Except for some of the calculations about the rune array, which he had put here recently when he was testing here, most of the rest were left over from his previous days at Hogwarts.
The information that Hermione could understand was actually the part about the potion ratio calculation.
Putting the files in her hands back on the table, Hermione walked over to the potion preparation table on the other side, and then she saw a row of five unusually tall brown potion cabinets.
These cabinets are tightly against the wall. Looking through the glass doors of the cabinets, they are filled to the brim with all kinds of potion bottles.
"Ah," she paused as she walked past the cabinet in the middle, "that gray bottle... was the warming potion that Maka gave me to drink at that time, right? I remember that I felt thirsty as soon as I drank it, and I was still with him at that time. We drank a big pot of tea together in the library!"
In the Room of Requirement, this girl, who was even more beautiful than before, was recalling the original delicacy and beauty bit by bit.