"Ta...ta...ta...ta..."
It was night and cloudy, and even the streets of Hogsmeade outside were equally groggy. And in the corridor on the second floor of the Pig Head Bar, it was naturally even darker.
As I walked forward step by step, the old wooden floor under my feet also made a creaking sound. Even though I was lighter than an ordinary person, stepping on it still inevitably made that heartbreaking sound. .
Wouldn't a sound like this, which seemed to be about to break through the floor at any time, alarm the people in the room at the end of the corridor? You know, he came here precisely because there were people there.
only…
At this moment, the figure walking in the darkness in the corridor had arrived in front of the door. But he unscrewed the doorknob without caring, and the light in the room fell on him, covering most of his body into the light.
Only now can we see clearly that this is a guy covered in a black hooded cloak.
Immediately afterwards, he stepped into the room and closed the door.
This room has a strong sense of unity with the dilapidated Pig's Head Bar - the floor is still creaking, the walls are full of stains accumulated over the years, the tables, chairs, benches, desks, wardrobes, everything is old. Even the curtains that were constantly swaying in the night breeze had holes and seams that were unstitched everywhere...
Oh, that’s right! The window opposite was wide open, and the wind from outside was pouring into the room unbridled, stirring the air in the room desperately. The year-round wind and snow in Hogsmeade makes it feel like winter all year round. It's always so cold that people can't help but shiver when they open the windows.
But in this "over-ventilated" room, none of the four people showed any discomfort.
No, that's actually not quite accurate. Because except for the black-robed wizard who just came in, the other three people were standing or sitting, but they all maintained a constant posture, without even blinking their eyelids.
However, the man in black robe who just came in from the door did not show any surprise at all. He just looked around and then lifted the big hood on his head.
Just looking at that face, which is still a little immature for a young man, you can understand that there is no doubt that this black-robed wizard is Maka.
"Hmm...are there just two of us?"
Except for Maka, only one of the other three people in this room was sitting on the edge of the bed, while the other two were standing by the window and in front of the bed respectively.
Maka didn't even cast a glance at the wizard on the bed, as if he had no interest in the guy sitting there at all. He just looked back and forth at the other two wizards.
But at this moment, the person who was sitting motionless on the edge of the bed suddenly stood up and walked to Maka's side silently.
In fact, this old wizard is no stranger to him. Look at the distinctively designed butler's clothes and the neatly trimmed white hair. Who is Edward, the old butler of Nicolas Flamel, if not Nicolas Flamel
But Maka just patted the opponent on the shoulder and made no other moves. Judging from Maca's habit of "being kind to others", all this seems unreasonable.
"well-done."
Maka's sudden words suddenly broke the strange atmosphere in the room. And as his right hand that tapped Edward's shoulder suddenly retracted, the silent old butler dwarfed at that moment, and in a moment turned into a big spider with a ferocious appearance.
Immediately afterwards, the half-human-tall spider quickly began to shrink again, and then neatly rolled over Maka's clothes, crawled into his sleeves, and disappeared.
It sounds like a lot of trouble, but in fact the whole process only takes about ten seconds. The old Edward who was still sitting in the room completely disappeared, as if he never existed from the beginning.
But for Maka, this was all part of the plan. After casually taking back the alienated Acromantula disguised by the transformation technique, he took a few steps forward and came to the two unidentified people who were still motionless.
In fact, you don't need to look carefully to understand that the attire of these two people is almost the same. They are both wearing simple robes that look familiar. It's just that their entire bodies are now covered in a grayish-white color, and it's no longer possible to distinguish the original color of the robes.
But it didn't matter, because Maka recognized the other party's identity at a glance - this was undoubtedly the black-robed cultist who had fought against him in the palace in the Iranian magic world.
After returning to Hogwarts that day, he already understood that the old prophet would probably continue to participate in this competition, and the old man's initial target would obviously be Nico Flamel's alchemy legacy—that is, old Edward. The only Flamel butler who seems to know his whereabouts.
Well, maybe after that prophecy, its target added Maka, the so-called "successor of pain".
Therefore, Maka simply took advantage of the trick and got a fake Edward out on the night of the event, and wandered around Hogsmeade Village for a while.
Sure enough, he immediately trapped the two attackers with one hand, and used the petrification ability of the alienated Acromantula to successfully capture them alive.
"... Now I just hope that Xiaoba and the others won't get lost." Maka clicked on the two black-robed cultists in front of her and shrunk them. "Otherwise, we can only count on I dug out some information from the minds of these two people."
After thinking about this, he put away both of them, then turned over and crossed the window, directly blending into the gloomy night outside from the window.
…
While Maka was relying on the guidance of the spiders to follow her away, most of the little wizards in Hogwarts had returned to the dormitories or common rooms of each college.
And Enns, who was "active" tonight when everyone went to watch the game, was already sitting at the round table in the Hufflepuff basement and doing today's homework.
Unfortunately, today's experience made him unable to concentrate at all, let alone write that boring history of magic paper.
"call-"
Frowning slightly, Enns threw the quill back into the ink bottle with annoyance, and let out a low and inaudible sigh.
Logically speaking, it can be said that he escaped from Draco Malfoy, who had absolute strength compared to him, thanks to the lucky chocolate. If the stun spell hadn't gone astray, he would have been knocked off the broomstick and even fainted on the spot.
Yes, the sense of crisis that the Fortune Elixir brought to him was so strong that he was unable to think about the possibility of counterattack at that time. Apart from running away as soon as possible, I'm afraid there is no other option.
But now, Enns still felt extremely unwilling deep in his heart. He really wanted to know how far he could have gone if he had chosen to resist at that time.
Will it win
Even though he couldn't get even the slightest possibility, he couldn't help but think about it. Because there is no doubt that Malfoy is the strongest person he has ever experienced since entering Hogwarts.
Enns' will is obviously extremely strong.
Therefore, he could pass the test left by Salazar Slytherin; therefore, he could still develop the desire and fighting spirit to fight against overwhelming power that was almost impossible to resist.
That’s why he—
"... At present, it is impossible for me to resist that Malfoy alone," Enns couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "But strength... It doesn't just refer to personal ability, possession Aren’t reliable friends also part of strength?”
Just like when he encouraged Alexander to experiment with Neville as a lucky chocolate, although he was similar to the Slytherins in many ways, he actually did not reject the so-called friendship. It's just that his personality makes it difficult for him to give real trust, making it extremely difficult to make friends.
Of course, his bad mouth sometimes often becomes the culprit for the breakdown of friendships, which he is somewhat self-aware of.
"Oops, what I said in the library before seemed a bit too much..." Enns curled his lips for a moment, and then sighed helplessly, "Well... I think I even mentioned sparring at that time. Otherwise…”
He rarely regrets something, and it seems that he will inevitably feel upset this time.
"No, everything else is easy to say. You can never lose in a competition." Enns shook his head resolutely, "Besides, that guy seems to have really improved a lot recently. Even if I don't let him go, maybe he will Also... No, no, how could I lose to him?"
Thinking of this, he simply put the matter behind him and stopped thinking about it.
Picking up the quill from the ink bottle again, Enns stared at the parchment in front of him and pondered for a while, and finally couldn't help but raised his head and shouted.
"Hey, which buddy has finished his paper on the history of magic? Lend it to me for a look—"
Even if his self-esteem is as high as Enns's, he can only choose to retreat in a head-on confrontation with the history of magic. There was nothing he could do about it, he slept throughout the History of Magic class, and only listened to the first few words of Professor Binns in the first class from beginning to end.
To be honest, this course is not something that normal students would like to take at all. If it were not a compulsory subject, I am afraid that it would set a record of having the smallest number of electives every year.
"Hey, didn't you look down on my homework last night? You can't help it again today..."
Hufflepuff House is always in harmony. Even the addition of Enns will not change the fun of the little badgers.
This was completely different from the current standoff in the Slytherin common room.