"... Damn it, didn't you just get hit on the foot by a stone?"
Regarding the behavior of casually pushing Pansy Parkinson, even Malfoy now has to admit that it was a mistake caused by his own anger.
Of course, the reason why he thought so was not because he had some ridiculous apology for Pansy. In fact, he was just reflecting on the possibility of attracting Maka's attention.
No matter how proud Malfoy is now, as long as Maka, a special existence, always stands in front of him, he will never be truly "proud".
At present, no one knows what kind of changes have occurred in Malfoy, and no one knows what happened to him suddenly. Even...it is probably unknown whether this handsome boy with blond hair and fair skin can still be called "Draco Malfoy".
But at least, the name Maka McClain is still deeply engraved in his heart, providing him with a strong sense of crisis all the time. This is an indisputable fact.
Otherwise, how could he, who was "arrogant" and already possessed of power, still be willing to hide himself among the students of Hogwarts
"No, I need more powerful power, more... more powerful..."
Half lying on the bed in the dormitory, Malfoy's head was resting on his left arm behind his head, and there was a wisp of black energy lingering on his right hand stretched out in front of his eyes. He seemed to be able to feel the mysterious energy contained in it. .
For ordinary wizards, this power is powerful enough, but for Malfoy at this time...
"... It's impossible. With this little strength, it's impossible to take that blow."
When he murmured these words, an extremely bright ice-blue light pillar flashed in his mind. It was a dazzling light that broke through the clouds and penetrated the sky wall.
Yes, at least the Malfoy in front of him still clearly remembers the amazing power Maka showed to the teachers and students at the scene of Dumbledore's death.
At that point in time, Maka's power was undoubtedly a shot in the arm that awakened the entire Hogwarts; but looking back now, that terrifying strength would also bring tremendous pressure to some people.
"Albania."
While staring closely at the wisp of black air between his fingers, a familiar yet unfamiliar place name slowly came out of Malfoy's mouth.
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In the early morning of the next day, the rising sun gently painted the earth with a golden-red color, announcing the beginning of another sunny day.
For most of the students at Hogwarts, this day is known as "Happy Hogsmeade Day." But today, it was impossible to go to Hogsmeade, even if they were forced to do so with a wand.
Because today they only need to step out of the castle gate, and they can easily enjoy a more colorful time of eating, drinking and playing than in Hogsmeade Village.
This unprecedented international alchemy competition has had a huge impact on Hogwarts, and it is definitely multi-faceted.
Since yesterday evening, the huge front yard of the school has been occupied by countless vendors and temporary shops. Although nighttime operations are prohibited because this is a school, this place became lively again early this morning.
To be honest, I'm afraid no one will go to the auditorium for breakfast today, because delicacies from all over the world can be found everywhere here.
Soon, the little wizards appeared in groups. They walked back and forth among various tents of different shapes and carpets filled with merchandise. Most of them were in high spirits. As they talked and laughed with each other, a pleasant atmosphere filled the air.
To be honest, those who came from the wizarding world from various countries to watch the event were basically adults and a few preschool children. After all, it is not a holiday right now, so there are still very few students who can come to participate in the activities.
As a result, these little wizards who came out of Hogwarts suddenly added a lot of valuable youth and vitality to the place.
However, even among passionate students, there are always some who lack vitality. Obviously, Enns, who has been in a bad mood these past two days, is one of them.
He was walking alone among the crowd, but he was thinking about something completely unrelated to the scene in front of him. Compared with the wonderful weather and cheerful crowds, his inner world may not have such rich colors.
"Should...should I go?"
While Enns was recalling everything he met in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets last night, he couldn't help but think about one thing - whether or not he should go back there again.
Giving away the reward that you have received after suffering so much is not something that people can easily feel relieved about. In Salazar Slytherin's test, he suffered a lot, but Malfoy took away the fruits of victory in the end...
Well, let’s not mention whether it is a “fruit” or not. After all, according to Slytherin, although there were rewards he left there, there should also be corresponding problems.
But whatever it was, Enns always had the right to see it for himself.
But now, because of the invisible deterrent caused by Malfoy's strength, he had no choice but to stay back. At least until he was sure, he couldn't even convince himself to go down to the secret room and take another look.
There really is another secret room behind that wall, right? Had Malfoy destroyed the wall? So what did he get... and will he destroy the "secret room within the secret room" before leaving and monopolize everything he got from it
This series of questions has been bothering Enns since he lay down in bed last night. It's a pity that there is absolutely no answer to this kind of question without going down and seeing it with your own eyes.
"Otherwise, I might as well find a way to spread the news... Even if I can't get it anymore, I can't make it easy for him!"
This idea suddenly popped up in his head, but soon he rejected it again.
"Hmph... No, I can't give up yet," Enns couldn't help but shook his head, but he said angrily in his heart, "I guess that Malfoy has thought of this idea a long time ago, right? Otherwise, I might not have been able to go so smoothly at that time. I had to escape from there... At that time, the power of Felixir reminded me clearly that my chance of successfully escaping from Malfoy was actually very, very low... "
As he thinks now, Malfoy is obviously determined that he will not reveal what he saw and heard in the secret room to others - that is not the result that a person who can think about ways to escape under great pressure would choose.
Just when Enns was feeling depressed about these troubles, a familiar voice sounded from the crowd behind him and got closer and closer to him.
"...I heard that there are still bird and snake eggshells for sale near the Forbidden Forest. There are not many bird and snakes nowadays."
"Oh! The book says they can scale their bodies freely... But, selling eggshells? Are they used in some potion formula?"
"No, just because the eggshell of the bird snake is made of pure silver and is very collectible."
Enns could tell that the voice in the middle was undoubtedly his first classmate, Alexander, who was now in Gryffindor House.
The other voice seemed to be Harry Potter, one of the more famous seniors in Gryffindor House.
While hearing these words of conversation, Enns was wondering whether he should speed up his pace. Because after he considered whether he should ask the other party for a favor last night, his conflicting mood made him not want to meet the other party at all.
However, in the blink of an eye, he knew that he no longer needed to hesitate.
"Enns?"
After all, Alexander is still the same Alexander. Even though he has not forgiven Ens Tavon in the library that day, he will not even lose the basic courtesy of saying hello when he sees the other person.
Hearing Alexander's shout, Enns, who was full of tangles in his heart, could not pretend that he had not heard it, and his steps slowed down unconsciously.
"Um."
He turned his head slightly and responded somewhat sloppily.
This kind of non-committal response is naturally very inconsistent with the impression Enns left on Alexander. The latter immediately looked at the other party with a trace of hesitation, but where could he find the answer from the back of Enns' head in front of him
"Is this your friend?" Harry, who was beside Alexander, asked curiously, and then said briskly, "Um... Enns? You haven't had breakfast yet, right? How about we come together!" "
Along with the trait of bravery and recklessness, enthusiasm is also one of Gryffindor's specialties, but unfortunately Enns is definitely not used to it.
Leaving aside Alexander, he didn't think there would be anything to talk about with Harry anyway. Instead of feeling uncomfortable staying with them, he might as well leave as soon as possible.
After thinking about it for a while, Enns decided it was better to refuse.
But before he could speak, a somewhat unusual noise suddenly came from the direction of the Forbidden Forest, attracting the attention of most people, including him.
"... put down your wand! I'm warning you... put down..."
Amidst the commotion, a slight voice penetrated the crowd and seemed to penetrate into the ears of Harry and the others.
"It's Hermione!"
Harry instantly identified who the owner of that voice was, and after hearing Hermione's slightly anxious words, he pushed aside the crowd without hesitation and headed in the direction of the voice as quickly as possible. Run.
Alexander beside him was stunned for a moment, and after subconsciously glancing at Enns, he managed to catch up.