Chapter 697

"... damn it, didn't you just get hit by a stone?"

For the act of pushing and shoving pansy Parkinson, even now Malfoy has to admit that it was a mistake caused by his own anger.

Of course, he didn't think so because he made some ridiculous apologies to pansy. In fact, he was just reflecting on the possibility of attracting Maka's attention.

No matter how proud Malfoy is, as long as the special existence of Maka is always in front, he will never be really "proud".

At present, no one knows what changes have taken place in Malfoy, let alone what has suddenly changed him. Even... Whether this handsome young man with blond hair and white skin can be called "Draco Malfoy" has become an unknown number.

But at least, the name of Marca McLean is still deeply engraved in his heart and provides him with a strong sense of crisis all the time, which is an indisputable fact.

Otherwise, how could he still be willing to hide himself among the students in Hogwarts?

"No, I need more powerful power, more... More powerful..."

Half lying on the bed in the bedroom, Malfoy's head was resting on the left arm behind his head, and there was a wisp of black air on his right hand, which seemed to feel the mysterious energy contained in it.

For ordinary wizards, this power is strong enough, but for Malfoy at this time

"... it's impossible. With this strength, it's impossible to take that blow."

When he murmured this sentence, a bright ice blue light column flashed in his mind. It was a dazzling brilliance that broke through the clouds and went straight into the sky wall.

Yes, at least Malfoy still clearly remembers the amazing power that Maka showed to all 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 to awaken the whole Hogwarts; But in retrospect, that terrible strength will also bring great pressure to some people.

"Albania."

In the moment of staring at the black air between his fingers, a familiar and unfamiliar place name word slowly spit out in Malfoy's mouth.

……

The next morning, since the rising sun gently painted a layer of golden red on the earth, it announced the beginning of another sunny day.

For most of the students in Hogwarts, this day was called "happy Hogsmeade day". But today, it is impossible for Hogsmeade village to go, even if they are forced with a magic wand.

Because today they just need to step out of the castle gate and can easily enjoy more colorful eating, drinking and fun than in Hogsmeade village.

This unprecedented grand international alchemy competition has had a great impact on Hogwarts, and it is absolutely multifaceted.

Since yesterday evening, the huge vestibule of the school has been occupied by countless vendors and temporary shops. Although the night operation was banned because it was a school, it was lively again early this morning.

Seriously, I'm afraid no one will go to the auditorium for breakfast today, because the delicious food from all over the world can be seen everywhere here.

Soon, the little wizards appeared in groups. They walked back and forth between tents of different shapes and carpets filled with goods. Most of them were in high spirits. When they talked and laughed with each other, the pleasant atmosphere filled the air constantly.

To tell the truth, the people who came to watch the event from the magic world of various countries were basically adults and a few preschool children. After all, this is not a holiday, and few students can come to participate in activities.

As a result, these little Hogwarts wizards poured out all at once, adding a lot of precious youth and vitality to here.

However, even among the passionate students, there are always some guys who lack vitality. Obviously, Ernst, who is not very beautiful these two days, is one of them.

A man walking in the stream of people is thinking about things that have nothing to do with the scene in front of him. Compared with the beautiful weather and happy crowd, his inner world is afraid to have less rich colors.

"Should I go or not?"

While recalling everything he met in Slytherin's secret room last night, Ernst kept thinking about whether or not to go back there again.

It is by no means easy for people to let go of the rewards they have received after suffering. In Salazar Slytherin's test, he suffered enough, but Malfoy finally took the fruit of victory

Well, let's not mention whether it is a "fruit". After all, according to Slytherin, although there are rewards left by him, there should also be corresponding problems.

But whatever it has, Ernst always has the right to see it for himself.

But now, because of the invisible deterrence caused by Malfoy's strength, he reluctantly chose not to move forward. At least until he was sure, he couldn't even persuade himself to go down to the secret room and take a new look.

Is there really another secret room behind the wall? Has Malfoy broken the wall? So what did he get... And would he easily destroy the "secret room in the secret room" and monopolize everything he got from it before he left?

This series of problems has been bothering erns since he went to bed last night. It's a pity that if we don't continue to look at this question with our own eyes, we will never get the answer.

"Otherwise, just try to spread the news... Even if I can't get it, I can't make him feel better!"

The idea suddenly came out of his head, but soon it was rejected by himself again.

"Hum... No, I can't give up yet," said Ernst, shaking his head in anger, "I guess Malfoy had thought of this idea long ago? Otherwise, I might not have escaped from there so smoothly... The power of blessing elixir reminded me very clearly at that time, the probability of my successful escape from Malfoy's men was actually very low, very low..."

As he now thought, Malfoy was clearly convinced that he would not reveal what he had seen and heard in the secret room to others - that was not the result that a person who could think of a way to escape under great pressure would choose.

Just as Ernst was suffocating from these troubles, a familiar voice sounded from the crowd behind him and was getting closer and closer to him.

"... it's said that there are egg shells of birds and snakes for sale near the forbidden forest. There are not many birds and snakes now."

"Oh! The book says they can scale their bodies freely... But selling eggshells? Is it used in the formula of any magic medicine?"

"No, just because the egg shell of bird snake is pure silver, which is of great collection value."

Ernst could tell that the voice in the middle was undoubtedly the first classmate he knew, now in Alexander of Gryffindor college.

The other voice sounds like Harry Potter, a famous senior at Gryffindor college.

When hearing these conversations, Ernst wondered whether he should speed up his pace, because he didn't want to meet each other at all after considering whether he wanted to ask for help last night.

However, in the twinkling of an eye, he knew he didn't need to hesitate any more.

"Barnes?"

After all, Alexander is still the same Alexander. Even if he hasn't forgiven the NES Taron in the library that day, he won't even lose the basic courtesy of saying hello when he sees each other.

Hearing Alexander's cry, his heart was full of tangles. Ernst couldn't act as if he didn't hear it, and his pace slowed down.

"Yes."

He looked back a little, and answered with some mud and water.

Naturally, this kind of non dry and brittle response is very inconsistent with the impression that Ernst left to Alexander. The latter immediately looked at each other with a trace of hesitation, but where can he find the answer from the back of fons's head?

"Is this your friend?" Harry, who was next to Alexander, asked curiously, and then said briskly, "well... Ernst? Haven't you had breakfast yet? Why don't we come together!"

Like the characteristics of courage to recklessness, enthusiasm is also one of Gryffindor's specialties. Unfortunately, Ernst must not be used to it.

Not to mention Alexander, he didn't think there would be any topic to talk about with Harry anyway. Instead of being uncomfortable with them, he might as well take the initiative to leave as soon as possible.

After thinking about it, Ernst decided to refuse.

However, before he could speak, a burst of abnormal noise suddenly came from the direction of the forbidden forest, attracting the attention of most people, including him.

"... put down your wand! I warn you... Put down..."

In the noise, a slight sound line penetrated the crowd and seemed to get into the ears of Harry and others here.

"It's Hermione!"

Harry recognized the owner of the voice in an instant, and after hearing Hermione's slightly anxious words, he did not hesitate to push aside the crowd and ran in the direction of the voice as fast as possible.

Alexander next to him was stunned first. After subconsciously looking at Ernst, he tried to catch up.