Chapter 695

"Da... Da... Da... Da..."

It was night and overcast, and even the streets of Hogsmeade village outside were equally gloomy. In the corridor on the second floor of the pig head bar, it is naturally even darker.

As you move forward step by step, the old wooden floor under your feet also makes a creaking sound. Even if your weight is lighter than ordinary people, stepping on it inevitably makes a toothy noise.

Wouldn't the sound like stepping on the floor at any time disturb the people in the room at the end of the corridor? You know, he came here because there were people there.

Just

At this moment, the figure walking in the darkness of the corridor has come to the door. But I saw that he unscrewed the door handle carelessly, and the light in the room also fell on him, covering most of his body into the light.

Now I can see that this is a guy covered in a black hood cloak.

Then he stepped into the room and closed the door.

This room has a strong sense of unity with the dilapidated pig head bar - the floor is still creaking, the walls are full of stains accumulated over the years, and the tables, chairs, benches, desks and wardrobe are all old. Even the curtains that are constantly fluttering in the night wind also have everywhere large and small holes and off-line cloth seams

Oh, yes! The opposite window is wide open, and the wind outside is wantonly pouring into the room, trying to stir the air in the room. The perennial wind and snow in Hogsmeade village makes it like winter all year round. When you open the window, you can't help shivering.

But in this "over ventilated" room, a total of four people did not show any discomfort.

No, that's not exactly true. Because except for the black robed wizard who just came in, the other three people either stood or sat, but they all maintained a constant posture, and even their eyelids did not blink.

However, the black robed man who had just come in from the door was not surprised. He just looked left and right, and then lifted the big hood on his head.

Just look at the young man's slightly immature face. There is no doubt that the black wizard is Maka.

"Well... Are there only two people?"

In this room, except for Maka, only one of the other three sat on the edge of the bed, while the other two stood by the window and in front of the bed.

Maka didn't cast even one look at the wizard on the bed, as if he was not interested in the guy sitting there. He just looked back and forth at the other two wizards.

But just then, the person who had sat motionless on the edge of the bed suddenly stood up and walked silently to Maka's side.

In fact, the wizard, who looked older, was no stranger. Look at the distinctive housekeeper dress and the neatly trimmed white hair. Who is Edward, the old housekeeper who is not Nicole LeMay?

But Maka just slapped on the other side's shoulder, and there was no other action. From Maka'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. As he patted Edward on the shoulder, his right hand suddenly retracted, the silent old housekeeper was the whole person who became short at that moment and turned into a big spider with a ferocious appearance.

Then the half human spider began to shrink quickly, then turned over and climbed into Marca's sleeve and disappeared.

In fact, the whole process took only more than ten seconds. Old Edward, who was still sitting in the house, completely lost his trace, as if he had not existed from the beginning.

But for Maka, it was planned. After taking back the alienated eight eyed giant spider disguised by metamorphosis, he took a few steps forward and came to the two unidentified people who were still motionless.

In fact, you can understand without looking carefully that the costumes of the two people are almost no different. They are all wearing a simple robe of deja vu. But now they were covered with a layer of gray color, but they could not distinguish the original color of the robe.

But it doesn't matter, because Maka recognized each other's identity at a glance - this is undoubtedly the black robed believer who had fought with him in the palace of the Iranian magic world.

After returning to Hogwarts that day, he already knew that the prophet old man would probably continue to participate in the competition, and the old man's initial goal would obviously be Nicole LeMay's alchemical heritage - that is, old Edward, the only LeMay housekeeper who apparently knew where he was.

Well, maybe after that prophecy, there were more goals, just Maka, the so-called "successor of pain".

Therefore, Maka simply took the plan, got a fake Edward out on the night of the event, and wandered around Hogsmeade village a little.

Sure enough, he immediately caught the two attackers and successfully captured each other alive by using the petrification ability of the alienated eight eyed giant spider.

"... now I hope Xiaoba won't lose them," Maka ordered each of the two black robed believers in front of him and reduced them. "Otherwise, we can only hope to dig out some information from these two people's minds."

After thinking so, he put both of them away. Then he turned over the window and directly integrated into the dark night outside.

……

When Maka was tracking away with the guidance of spiders, most of the little wizards in Hogwarts had returned to the dormitories or public restrooms of colleges.

And tonight, when everyone went to watch the event, Ernst, who was "active", was already sitting at the round table in the basement of Hufflepuff to do today's homework.

Unfortunately, today's experience made him unable to concentrate, let alone write that boring thesis on the history of magic.

"Call -"

With a slight frown, Ernst threw the feather pen back into the ink bottle with a full of boredom, and a low breath was faint.

Reasonably speaking, it is lucky chocolate to escape from Draco Malfoy, who has absolute strength compared with himself. If the coma spell hadn't deviated a little, he would have been hit directly from the broom, and even fainted on the spot.

Yes, the sense of crisis brought to him by the blessing agent was so strong that he couldn't think about the possibility of counterattack at that time. In addition to running away as soon as possible, I'm afraid I won't have a second choice.

But now, there was still extreme reluctance in the depths of erns's heart. He wanted to know how much he could have done if he had chosen to resist.

Will you win?

Even though he couldn't get the slightest possibility of what he thought, he couldn't help thinking. Because there is no doubt that Malfoy is the strongest person he has ever felt since he entered Hogwarts.

Ernst's will was obviously extremely strong.

That's why he passed the test left by Salazar Slytherin; Therefore, after facing the overwhelming power that is almost irresistible, he can still have the desire and fighting spirit to fight it.

That's why he——

"... at present, I can't resist Malfoy alone," Ernst couldn't help narrowing his eyes and slightly lifting an arc around the corner of his mouth. "But strength... Doesn't just mean personal ability. Isn't having reliable friends also a part of strength?"

Just like the experiment of encouraging Alexander to make lucky chocolate in Neville, although he is similar to Slytherins in many places, he does not exclude the so-called friendship. Just because of his character, it is difficult for him to pay real trust, so that it is extremely difficult to make friends.

Of course, his broken mouth sometimes becomes the culprit of the breakdown of friendship, which he knows more or less.

"No, what I said in the library seems to be a little too much..." Ernst glanced and sighed helplessly, "well... It seems that I mentioned the practice at that time, otherwise..."

He seldom regrets something. This time, it seems that he has to be annoyed.

"No, everything else is easy to say. It's definitely not enough to lose in the competition," RNs firmly shook his head. "Besides, that guy seems to have made a lot of progress recently. Even if I don't release water, maybe... No, how can I lose to him?"

On this thought, he simply put the matter behind him and stopped thinking about it.

Picking up the quill pen again from the ink bottle, Ernst stared at the parchment in front of him and thought about it for a while. Finally, he couldn't bear to look up and shout.

"Hey, which buddy has written his paper on the history of magic? Lend it to me -"

Even if his self-esteem is so high that Ernst can only choose to retreat in the face-to-face confrontation with the history of magic. No way, he slept all the time in the history of magic class. From beginning to end, he only heard the first few words said by Professor bins in the first class.

Seriously, this course is not what normal students would like to learn at all. If it were not for this compulsory course, I'm afraid it would set a brilliant record of the lowest number of electives every year.

"Oh, didn't you look down on my homework last night? I can't help it today..."

Hufflepuff college is always harmonious. Even the addition of erns will not change the happiness of the little badgers.

At this point, it is very different from the standoff in Slytherin's common room.