Although there were some twists and turns in the process, Malfoy finally got what he wanted.
He pinched the somewhat bulging pocket of his jacket, feeling sure, his nervous mood was relieved and relaxed a little.
It's just that when he had already stepped out of the gate and was about to leave, his heart suddenly tightened again.
Being keen, he quickly sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him, and the chill and extreme oppression invaded his heart heavily.
These are some intuitions brought to him by survival in the jungle for half a year.
Right now, it was as if he was looking for food in front of a hungry monster that had just been awakened.
The castle of Hogwarts is now awake.
There was the sound of uniform footsteps downstairs, the sound of friction and collision between the iron sheets, and the pounding on Malfoy's heart resonated with it. For a moment, it seemed that the whole castle trembled and resonated with it.
In addition to the steel guards, there are all kinds of strange stone beasts. The ugly stone sculptures and iron statues that used to be close to the aisle seem to come alive in an instant.
He suddenly realized that maybe his intrusion had been discovered.
The Illusion Curse can deceive their vision to a certain extent, but the black torrent of steel is slowly advancing, which is also very difficult. Even the chandelier on the ceiling has transformed into a sharp rotating blade at this time, Turning back and forth along the corridor extending in all directions.
The illusion spell is not a spell that can make oneself completely transparent, it can only achieve visual shielding, and it will still be hit by the spell, and it will also be disturbed by physics.
He guessed that Flitwick had even joined in the search, and the violent wind suddenly stirred up in the aisle, like sharp knives, brushing past his side, forcing him to deal with it.
Perhaps it was Dumbledore's "death" that made Professor McGonagall and other teachers very alert, and they went to war for it.
All the iron frames "guarding" the aisle now seem to have life, and they have become a uniform army of steel, searching for their target—intruders.
In a dimly lit corridor.
Professor McGonagall's wand was like a baton, directing them to move forward in an orderly manner. Behind her, there were two students who were in a panic, with faint bloodstains all over their faces and bruises on their hands. green.
At this moment, Myrtle was floating on Professor McGonagall's shoulders, waving her hands, gesticulating something urgently.
She seems to have lost the ability to speak. .
Professor McGonagall had freed her from the armor not so long ago.
"Poor Myrtle, ugly Myrtle, Myrtle changed her name today to Tin Lady Who Can't Talk!" Peeves also jumped up and down and laughed at her.
"Shut up! Peeves!" Professor McGonagall sternly reprimanded.
Now Myrtle was floating in the air, as if she had lost her soul, and could not utter a complete sentence.
At this time, Malfoy began to rush along the corridors of Hogwarts, avoiding the search of the steel armor.
He didn't open the Marauder's Map, that map was lying quietly in his pocket as well.
Because the Marauder's map is useless now, because those armor guards cannot have their own names.
Various secret passages in the castle extend in all directions.
Malfoy tossed and turned, relying on his memory, sometimes quickly shuttled through the wide aisles, and sometimes sneaked through the hidden secret passages, but almost every aisle was crowded with black steel guards.
He avoided carefully, searched his memory, and looked for a way to go out, but it seemed that from the current movement, the aisle was almost completely surrounded by this group of armored soldiers.
He tried his best to try all the possibilities, but the beating sound from his eardrums reminded him all the time—there was no way out.
Suddenly, he thought of a good place to go, accelerated his figure even more in the secret passage, and turned around.
There was a "stab" sound, an oil painting hanging on the wall on one side of the corridor was roughly punctured from behind. It showed a knight holding a javelin high and preparing to charge, but now it is drooping as the canvas is torn. When he got down, Malfoy stepped on the sturdy wooden picture frame and jumped off it, his heels hitting the soft carpet, but he didn't make any sound.
"Recovery as before." Malfoy immediately waved his wand, chanted the spell, and restored the scratched oil painting, because no traces could be left.
He quickly looked around and behind him.
Looks like the vicinity of this walkway hasn't been searched yet, but soon.
Just in front of his eyes, not an exit.
Because a door blocked his way, but it was exactly what he needed.
The old door had no handle of any kind, nor a keyhole, but a bare old board with a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle.
A petite figure suddenly appeared in Malfoy's mind. The girl's eyes were always foggy, she behaved in a daze, and occasionally made some jaw-dropping moves.
Because what was in front of him now was the Ravenclaw lounge.
Having the "question" answer as a password still seems like a good place to stay.
Just enough to keep those thoughtless things out of the door.
Of course, the premise is that he can not be blocked first.
Malfoy walked to the door, knocked on the door quickly and briskly, and the knocker made a dull sound.
"Come, please lift the spell on your body first."
Malfoy did as he said, lifted the Illusion Curse on his body, and his figure immediately appeared in front of the door.
And the door began to ask questions.
"What is flickering red, hot as a flame, but not fire? When your heart beats, it burns. Cover your ears and you hear it, but when you die , will he get cold?"
Then with a soft murmur, the Ravenclaw gate asked its own question.
"Surging blood." Malfoy thought for a while, gave the answer, and then knocked on the door a few more times.
"Come in." The door creaked and opened automatically.
Malfoy immediately followed in, stepped back and forth into the lounge, and the door to the Ravenclaw lounge was quickly closed again.
It's just that before he had time to take a good look at the surrounding environment, he realized that he had bumped into something head-on.
He drew his wand alertly, wanting to fight back.
But he found that a girl was sitting on the floor in front of him, rubbing his hazy eyes, which seemed to have not woken up, and looked up at him.
The eyes of the two met in an instant.
Or the girl's reaction was faster, or Malfoy chose to deal with the current situation silently.
She spoke first.