Chapter 394

As the night grew deeper, it began to rain outside the castle. In fact, the rain alone is not big, but in the recent fierce wind, the dense rain curtain has become surprisingly irritable.

Occasionally, one or two bifurcated blue lightning flashes through the clouds in the air, and the dull thunder hovers around the open space and beats the agitated heart.

At this moment, on the eighth floor of the castle, in the Gryffindor public lounge, the door leading to the student dormitory quietly opened, and a slightly thin figure crept out.

The figure almost submerged in the darkness looked hesitant. After stepping into the deserted public lounge, he seemed to look back at the ladder when he came.

But after a little hesitation, he turned resolutely and walked towards the door hole in the dark.

The portrait of guarding the door opening is naturally closed, but the figure doesn't seem to be too worried. After gently pushing the portrait away, he immediately flashed out of the gap.

Looking back, the fat woman on the canvas was still sleeping quietly, snoring softly, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Push the portrait back gently. After confirming that it was correct, the man quickly walked around the corner against the wall and left the corridor soon.

On the other side behind the corner is a long corridor against the outer wall of the castle. On one side are medieval metal armor standing quietly at the root of the wall, while on the other side are window holes more than one person high.

Originally, if the weather was fine, you could see the beautiful night view in front of the castle from here. But today is a stormy night. Although the magic protection makes it impossible for the rain outside, it is not easy to see the situation outside.

In fact, when the stars and moon are covered by clouds, the outside of the window hole is completely dark. This also makes the corridor equally dark. If you didn't already know the castle like the back of your hand, you would be unable to move under such circumstances.

Suddenly, a strong lightning quickly climbed through the high altitude outside. The bright thunder gave the dark corridor instant clarity, and at the same time, it also showed the figure walking quietly.

It was a student wearing Gryffindor college robes. Her long hair revealed her gender, and her exquisite side face directly indicated her identity.

"... speaking of, when was the last time I violated the school rules?"

The little witch named "Hermione Granger" pursed her thin lips as if she remembered some good memory, blushing and smiling.

It was when she met the "Marca McLean" here, and that time was also the closest between her and him.

"It seems that Snape and Harry saw it!"

The lightning had disappeared silently, and the endless darkness flooded her body again, followed by the loudest thunder since midnight.

Hermione went on in the dark. That time she almost knocked down her armor, so this time she wouldn't make that mistake again.

She felt the wall on the other side of the window hole and walked forward, not slow, because she was very familiar with it. After another corner, Hermione's destination was almost here.

After walking some distance further, Hermione took the wand out of her sleeve - she knew the benefits immediately after she saw Maka do it.

Maybe she doesn't have as strong a sense of crisis as Maka, but it's always right to do what's right.

"Fluorescent flashing."

Between the opening and closing of her lips and teeth, the mantra sounded very slightly, and a little light dispersed the darkness, making the corridor where she was a little clearer.

The place is right. It's not far ahead. Hermione took two quick steps and came to the huge tapestry with a giant monster stick beating silly Barnabas. On the other side of her was an ordinary white wall.

When discussing with Maka what place to choose as the training ground for defense against the dark arts, Maka told her about this place.

Maka said that there is a secret room here, which can provide the most appropriate layout for those in need. And it is said that few people know this place, which sounds like a good training place.

But before that, Hermione wanted to see the place first.

Although she told herself that she had come to check the room in advance. But in fact, she came all night with another more personal idea.

"Walk back and forth through the white wall three times and concentrate on what you need..."

Hermione walked on silently, stopped in front of the empty classroom window at one end of the white wall, then turned back, and then turned back at the big vase at the other end.

When she turned around for the third time, a rectangular outline suddenly appeared on the white wall, which was quickly highlighted under her gaze.

Without hesitation, she stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the copper handle on the door and gave it a gentle twist. With the click of the lock tongue, the door was opened smoothly.

This is what Maka told herself. Since Maka introduced it, there must be no problem.

She immediately stepped in and closed the door.

But I saw that the door on the wall quickly integrated into the wall after Kankan closed, and soon disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

As soon as she entered the wonderful room, Hermione, who had a relaxed face, immediately stopped. Nothing else, because the sight of the head here really frightened her.

To be honest, she had guessed too much about here before she decided to come in advance. But she never thought that the moment she really saw here, she was afraid of whether she had gone to the wrong place.

Yes, another "personal" reason Hermione came here this time is to have a look at "Marca's room".

Just now in the outer corridor, what she thought was not "need a place to train defense against the dark arts", but "the room commonly used by Maka when she came here".

But in this, the first thing that came into her view was a whole piece of terrible stone statues!

These stone statues look extremely fine, and each one seems to be the masterpiece of a highly skilled carving artist. Most of them have different postures, such as standing or lying, kneeling or lying down, and the expressions on their faces are different.

But they all have two things in common.

First, they are all transformed werewolves, and every hair on their body is clearly identifiable; Second, although the expressions on the face are different, they all contain fear.

If you are suddenly in a place full of frightened sculptures, everyone will be startled, not to mention that these statues are so realistic

"... no, is this... A real werewolf?"

After all, if all these are just stone carvings, what does the person who carved such a large stone statue think? At least Hermione can't imagine it at all.

What's more, this should be the room used by Maka - that's right - because she found a large desk behind the stone statue, and the amazing mess on the desk is no different from the study in black's old house.

Besides, beside the desk, there was a row of console for preparing magic potions, which made Hermione more convinced.

"What's the matter with these stone statues?"

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then walked quickly through the "statues" with some fear, and came to the back half of the room with a trace of surprise.

"Sorry."

Hermione looked embarrassed and apologized to the armchair behind the desk, then picked up the information on the desk and looked through it.

She believed that Maka would not mind her sneaking in - at least the Maka she knew would not be angry with her.

Because she couldn't understand what kind of gentle boy the excellent wizard named "Marca McLean" of her age was.

Besides, doesn't she want to know more about each other this time? Hermione believed that even if she saw something more terrible now, she would never misunderstand Maka again.

The so-called "real power can change the views of others".

Dumbledore made the world admire him with his strength and fraternity; Two generations of the Dark Lord have also frightened the world with their own strength and evil

However, Maka, with his strength, peace and gentleness, finally made the people around him trust him from the bottom of their hearts.

Recently, after Dumbledore's death, this point appeared silently without even Maka's own awareness.

"... what are these?"

After reading at her desk for a long time, Hermione's face was full of frustration - because she found that only a small part of the information in it could barely understand.

"Regular runes? What's that?"

In fact, the information here is a relatively useless part for Maka. Except that some of the calculations about Rune arrays were put here when he was testing here recently, most of them were left over from his previous school days at Hogwarts.

The information Hermione can understand is actually the proportion calculation of magic drugs.

Putting the papers back on the table, Hermione went 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 door of the cabinet, they are filled with all kinds of magic medicine bottles.

"Ah," she paused as she walked past the middle cabinet, "that gray bottle... Is it the warm-up agent that Marca gave me to drink at that time? I remember I was thirsty as soon as I drank it. I drank a big pot of tea with him in the library at that time!"

In the responsive house, this girl, who is more beautiful than that year, is recalling the original delicacy and beauty bit by bit.