"... **** it, wasn't it just being stoned?"

Regarding the act of arbitrarily urging Pansy Parkinson, even Malfoy now has to admit that it was a mistake caused by his own wrath.

Of course, he didn't think that because of some ridiculous apologies to Pansy. In fact, he was just reflecting on the possibility of getting Maca's attention.

No matter how proud Malfoy is now, as long as Maca's special existence is always in front of him, he will never be truly "arrogant".

At present, no one knows what happened to Malfoy, and no one knows what suddenly changed him. Even ... can this handsome blond-haired young man still be called "Draco Malfoy" by name, I am afraid it has become an unknown number.

But at least, the name Maca McLean is still deeply engraved in his heart, giving him a deep sense of crisis at all times, which is an indisputable fact.

Otherwise, how can he still be willing to hide himself in the student group of Hogwarts who is already "arrogant" with power?

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

Lying half-on the bed in the bedroom, Malfoy's head was resting on the left arm resting behind his head, and a ray of black gas lingered around his right hand in front of his eyes, as if he could feel the secret energy contained in it .

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

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

As he muttered this sentence, a brilliant pillar of ice-blue light flashed in his mind, a dazzling brilliance that broke through the clouds and penetrated into the sky.

Yes, at least the Malfoy in front of him still clearly remembers the amazing power that Maca revealed to a group of teachers and students at the scene of Dumbledore's death.

At that point in time, Maca's power was undoubtedly a dose of awakening to the whole Hogwarts; but now, in retrospect, that terrible strength will also bring some people the pressure.

"Albania."

For a moment, staring at the dark air between his fingers, a familiar and unfamiliar place name vocabulary slowly spit out in Malfoy's mouth.

...

In the early morning of the next day, from the morning when Chaoyang gently smeared the earth with a layer of golden red, it was announced that another sunny day had begun.

For most students at Hogwarts, this day was known as "Happy Hogsmeade Day." But today, Hogsmeade Village is impossible to go, even if they are forced by a magic wand.

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

The unprecedentedly large international alchemy competition has had a huge impact on Hogwarts, and it is definitely multifaceted.

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

Seriously, I am afraid no one will go to the auditorium for breakfast today, because the food from all over the world can be said to be everywhere.

Soon the little wizards appeared in groups of three or five. They walked back and forth between various tents of various shapes and carpets full of goods. Most of them were full of interest. When they talked and laughed with each other, the joyful atmosphere kept permeating in the air.

To be honest, most of the people who came to watch the games from the magic world of all countries were adults and a few preschool children. After all, it is not a vacation right now, and there are still very few students who can come to participate in the activities.

As a result, these little Hogwarts wizards sprang up a lot of valuable youth and vitality.

However, even among passionate students, there are always some lack of vigor. Apparently, Ens, who was in a less beautiful mood these two days, was one of them.

A man walking in the middle of the flow of people, he was thinking about something that had nothing to do with the scene in front of him. Compared to the wonderful weather and cheerful crowd, his inner world is probably not as rich in color.

"What the **** ... should I go?"

Ens remembered everything she had met in the Slytherin's back room last night, and kept thinking about one thing--whether or not, or should I go back there again.

It is by no means an easy thing to give away the reward you get after torture. In Sarah Slytherin's test, he was considered to have suffered a lot, but in the end, Malfoy took away the fruits of victory ...

Well, let's not mention what the "fruit" is. After all, according to Slytherin, although there are rewards left by him, there should be corresponding difficulties.

But whatever it is, Ens has the right to see it for himself.

But now, because of the intangible deterrence caused by Malfoy's strength, he has no choice but to step back. At least until he was sure, he couldn't even convince himself to go down to the back room and take another look.

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

This series of problems have been plagued by Ens since he lay in bed last night. It is a pity that unless you continue to look at this kind of question, you will never get an answer.

"Otherwise, let's just spread the news anyway ... even if I can't get it, I won't make him better!"

The idea suddenly popped into his head, but soon it was rejected again by himself.

"Huh ... No, I can't give up yet," Ens couldn't help shaking her head, but she said angrily, "I thought that Malfoy had already thought of that, right? Otherwise, I might not have been able to do that then Escaping smoothly from there ... At that time the power of the elixir reminded me very clearly that my chance of successfully escaping from Malfoy was actually very low, very low ... "

As he now thinks, Malfoy's obvious is that he is sure that he will not reveal what he has seen in the back room to others-that is not the result of a person who can think of escape methods under great pressure. .

Just as Ens was sullen by these annoyances, a familiar voice sounded from the crowd behind him and got closer and closer to him.

"... I heard that there are still bird snake egg shells for sale near the Forbidden Forest. There are not many bird snakes now."

"Oh! The book says that they can scale their bodies freely ... but sell egg shells? Is it used in any potion formula?"

"No, it's because the eggshell of the bird snake is made of sterling silver, which is very collectable."

Ens could hear it, and the voice in the middle was undoubtedly the first classmate he knew, now in Alexandria, Gryffindor College.

The other voice sounded like Harry Potter, a well-known dean at Gryffindor College.

While hearing these few conversations, Ens wondered if he wanted to speed up. Because after considering whether he wanted to help the other party last night, the conflicting mood made him not want to meet the other party at all.

However, in an instant he knew that he no longer needed to hesitate.

"Ens?"

After all, Alexander is still Alexander. Even if he has not forgiven the Ens Taun in the library that day, he will not even lose the basic courtesy of saying hello when he meets each other.

Hearing Alexander's shout, Ens with a tangled heart in his heart couldn't be treated as if he didn't hear it.

"Ok."

He turned his head back slightly, and responded rather stupidly.

This kind of unobtrusive response is naturally inconsistent with Ens's impression of Alexander. The latter immediately looked at the opponent with a little hesitation, but where could he find the answer from the head of Ens in front?

"This is your friend?" Harry asked curiously next to Alexander, then briskly said, "Then ... Isn't it? You haven't had breakfast yet, or should we be together? ! "

Like bravery to recklessness, enthusiasm is also one of Gryffindor's specialties. Unfortunately, Ens was definitely not used to this.

Not to mention Alexander ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Anyway, with Harry, he doesn't think there will be any topics to talk about. Rather than stay uncomfortable with them when he arrives, he might as well leave early.

After thinking about it for a while, Ens decided to refuse.

But he had time to speak in the future. A sudden noise came from the direction of the Forbidden Forest, attracting the attention of most people, including him.

"... drop the wand! I warn you ... drop ..."

In the noisy voice, a slight ray of sound passed through the crowd, seemingly intruding into the ears of Harry and others here.

"It's Hermione!"

Harry instantly discerned who the master of that voice was, and after hearing Hermione's slightly anxious words, he did not hesitate to poke away the crowd and move in the direction of the voice as quickly as possible Run away.

Alexander next to him stunned for a moment, and after trying to catch Ens subconsciously, he managed to catch up.