"Apple pie."
Hermione said sadly, and the ugly stone monster in front of her jumped to the side.
A moving rotating wooden ladder swung in front of her eyes.
She slowly stepped up the wooden steps step by step.
Push open the half-hidden door.
The furnishings here seem to have never been touched. There are several quaint wooden boxes on the solid wood desk, and all other items are placed in an orderly manner. A quill is lying quietly on the parchment. Perhaps, the old man will be here soon. Used to work here.
A new portrait has joined the ranks of the late Hogwarts Headmasters... Dumbledore sleeps in a gold picture frame above his desk, half-moon spectacles resting on his hooked nose, looking serene and peaceful peaceful.
But this is a dead object, not a conscious portrait.
"Ah, ugly Mudblood, you moved something in this room just now, which woke me up!" The portrait on the wall said viciously.
"Who?" It was only then that Hermione realized that she had entered the room, and then heard the scream of the former headmaster, Phineas.
"Be gentle with the little girl." Another chubby and kind lady also woke up. She was wearing a gorgeous shawl and wrapped it tighter, persuading her.
"Where is Dumbledore? Was he driven away? I haven't seen him for half a year." Phineas ignored the advice of the female portrait, but asked Hermione directly.
"Professor Dumbledore was attacked by Voldemort, fell behind the veil of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, and died." Hermione wiped the corner of her eyes and said sadly.
"Oh, is he dead? That's just right, I still need a companion." Phineas laughed, and then looked around, as if trying to stick his head out of the picture frame.
"How about staying under me, there is still space here."
After death, some Hogwarts headmasters will choose to stay in the portraits, retaining some consciousness during their lifetime.
Unlike that lifeless portrait.
Hermione wanted to have a few words with him, but still respected the headmaster's decision.
"He will not choose to stay in the portrait. For him, death is not something to fear. As he said, it is a great adventure." Hermione said softly.
"Where are they?" She looked back suddenly at this moment, only to find that Harry and Ron were not there.
Obviously, the two of them should have been following behind him.
Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the carpet, where dust had accumulated, and then her pupils shrank suddenly.
She saw a footprint.
She hadn't been there just now, and the footprint was bigger than hers, and it was probably a male's footprint.
Also, she only realized now that when she entered the door just now, the wooden door was ajar.
It made her break out in a cold sweat, but she did her best to stay calm.
Hermione took out her wand and cautiously opened the cabinet.
Nothing.
"Could it be my hallucination?" Hermione murmured deliberately, turned her back, and walked to the other end.
Then she suddenly stopped her steps, turned around, raised her wand, and said quickly to the empty cabinet:
"Damned!"
Hermione's spell blurted out, but her heart went cold because she felt her spell miss, and her wand was caught directly, and then she lifted it high, then leaned up, and hit It touched the top of the cabinet, and sawdust flew all over the place for a while.
The entire cabinet began to shake violently.
There are real people in the closet!
Even though he was extremely careful, he was still thrown off balance by a strong pulling force, and was pulled into the cabinet, where he was pitch-black and lost his vision.
"Fluorescence..." She subconsciously wanted to regain her sight, but the wrist holding the wand was firmly imprisoned, and the gesture was interrupted.
The spell was also broken.
"You..." Hermione wanted to question the visitor, but found that her mouth had been covered, and a somewhat rough palm was pressed against her lips, making her unable to make any sound.
She began to shake her body, struggling desperately.
Who would be in Dumbledore's office at this hour, and what would he be doing
But she was hugged horizontally by now, one hand was locked tightly, and the other hand was still holding the wand. She didn't dare to throw it away, and couldn't move. Subconsciously, Hermione used her teeth as a weapon and bit down on it. Go down, trying to resist, let him let go because of the pain.
Sure enough, the captor let go, and the force oppressing her wrist disappeared in an instant. Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and when she was about to fight back, she only felt a pain in her neck, lost consciousness, and fell asleep.
Malfoy took the opportunity to leave the cabinet immediately and rubbed his hands at the same time.
He really didn't expect to be so unlucky.
He didn't expect that someone's perception would be so sharp, and he would find his hiding place in no time.
When he opened the cabinet to search, he heard someone outside the door using a password to come in.
Malfoy subconsciously hid in, after all, he didn't want to cause more trouble
He also used the Disillusionment Charm when he heard someone approaching the cabinet.
In the small dark space, it was very difficult to move around. He couldn't even take out the magic wand in his cuff to deal with it. He couldn't even aim, so he could only cast a spell on himself.
So when facing the discoverer, he also used purely physical methods to subdue her.
Only now did he have the time to open the cabinet completely, let the light shine in, and look at the face of the person in front of him.
Then Malfoy's expression fell into a state of astonishment, his gray pupils widened, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
That's enough of a coincidence.
He was a little dazed.
In the past few months, this stubborn and independent girl has matured a lot, the contours of her face are no longer so soft, but slightly sharper, some youthfulness has faded, and some maturity has grown.
Hermione seemed to be his enemy, she would become a variable in almost every plan and bring some disturbance.
Fortunately, it didn't have much impact.
Looking at the neat row of teeth marks near the tiger's mouth on his palm, Malfoy was actually distracted by a ghost.
He remembered that Hermione used to have a pair of front teeth. Now it's neat and tidy.
Then the itchy and painful touch was transmitted along the wound to his nerves, with a slight numbness.
He conjured up a delicate rope and trapped Hermione, leaving the wooden door ajar so that she wouldn't be too uncomfortable.
The rope can be broken free with a little force, and the transformation will be automatically released when the time is up.
"Hey, kid, what are you doing!" Phineas roared loudly when he saw Malfoy's figure at this moment.
Although it's just a back view.
Although he was a Mudblood and he had been dead for many years, but as a former principal, he still couldn't allow students to be attacked in front of his eyes.
"Oh my God, who are you." The fat woman screamed too.
But he could only yell a few times, and the portrait could never get off the paper.
"Noisy old fellow, be quiet!" Malfoy said in a low tone, throwing Hermione's wand back casually, and firmly inserted it into the wall behind him.
The tail of the wand kept quivering.
Phineas screamed in terror.
Malfoy ignored the man afterwards.
Instead, he pushed the door straight out.