Although there were some twists and turns, Malfoy finally got what he wanted.

He pinched the somewhat bulging pockets of his shirt, and his nervousness was relieved and relaxed.

It's just that when he has already stepped out of the door and is about to leave, his heart suddenly tightens again.

He was keen, and soon sensed that something was wrong with the surrounding atmosphere, and the sense of slaughter and extreme oppression invaded his heart heavily.

These are some of the instincts that the half-year-long jungle survival has brought him.

Now he was like facing a hungry beast that had just woken up, looking for food.

The castle of Hogwarts has now woken up.

Downstairs there was a uniform sound of footsteps, the sound of the friction between the iron sheets, and the sound of the collision of the iron sheets, thumping on Malfoy's heart, resonating with it, and for a moment it seemed as if the whole castle trembled and resonated with it.

In addition to the Iron Guards, there are all kinds of strange stone beasts, the ugly stone sculptures and iron statues that used to cling to the aisle, all seem to have come to life in an instant.

He suddenly realized that perhaps his invasion had already been discovered.

The Illusion Spell could deceive their vision to a certain extent, but the black and oppressive torrent of steel was slowly advancing, and it was also a difficult thing to do, and even the chandelier on the ceiling had transformed into a sharp rotating blade at this time, spinning back and forth along the corridor that extended in all directions.

The Illusion Charm is not a spell that can completely make you transparent, it can only be visually blocked, it will still be hit by the spell, and it will also be physically disturbed.

He guessed that Flitwick had even joined in the search, and the fierce wind suddenly stirred up in the aisles, like sharp blades, grazing his side, and he had to deal with it.

Perhaps it was Dumbledore's "passing" that alerted Professor McGonagall and the other teachers to the occasion.

All the iron shelves that "guarded" the aisles were now alive, and they were uniformly formed as Iron Corps, searching for their target - the intruder.

In a dimly lit hallway.

Professor McGonagall's wand was like a baton, directing them to move forward in unison, and behind her, she was followed by two embarrassed students, their faces covered in faint blood, and their hands bruised.

Myrtle floated on Professor McGonagall's shoulder, waving her hands and gesturing eagerly.

She seems to have lost the ability to speak.

Professor McGonagall had only recently freed her from her armor.

"Poor Myrtle, ugly Myrtle, Myrtle changed her name today to the Talking-Ironskin!" Peeves laughed at her.

"Shut up, Peeves!" Professor McGonagall scolded harshly.

Now the myrtle floats in mid-air, as if she has lost her soul, and she can't say a complete sentence.

At this point, Malfoy began to scurry down the corridors of Hogwarts, avoiding the search of the Iron Armor.

He didn't open the map of the living spot, which was also lying quietly in his purse.

Because the Livespot map is useless now, as those armor guards can't have a name of their own.

There are various secret passages in the castle.

Malfoy tossed and turned, relying on his memory, and quickly shuttled through the wide aisles, and then sneaked through the secret passages, but almost every aisle was crowded with black-pressed steel guards.

He carefully avoided it, searching his memories and looking for a way out, but it seemed that judging from the current movement, the aisles were almost full of this group of armored soldiers.

He tried all he could, but the constant sound of agitation from his eardrums reminded him that there was no way.

Suddenly, he thought of a good place to go, and he sped up his body in the secret passage, turning back and forth.

"A stab", an oil painting hanging on one side of the wall of a corridor, rudely pierced from behind, depicted a knight holding a javelin aloft, ready to charge, but now drooping as the canvas tore, Malfoy's feet on the sturdy wooden frame, jumped down from it, his heels slammed against the fluffy carpet, but made no sound.

"It's back to normal. Malfoy immediately waved his wand and recited the incantation, restoring the torn painting, because it could not leave a trace.

He looked quickly to the right, right, and behind him.

It looks like the vicinity of this walkway hasn't been found yet, but it's coming soon.

It's just in front of his eyes, and it's not an exit.

Because a door blocked his way, but it was exactly what he needed.

The old door had no handles or keyholes, just a shiny old wooden board with an eagle-shaped bronze knocker on it.

Malfoy's mind suddenly conjured up with a petite figure, a girl whose eyes were always misty and confused, and who occasionally made some jaw-dropping gestures.

Because now in front of him was the Ravenclaw lounge.

Having the answer to the "question" as a password seems to be a good place to stay.

Just enough to keep the mindless stuff out.

Of course, the premise is that he himself can not be hindered first.

Malfoy walked over to the door and tapped it quickly and briskly, turning the knocker with a dull sound.

"Come, please break the spell on you first. ”

Malfoy did as he was told, lifted the illusion spell on his body, and his form immediately appeared in front of the door.

And the door began to ask questions.

"What is a swaying red, hot as a flame, but not a fire? When your heart beats, it burns. Cover your ears and you'll hear it, but when you die, he'll get cold?"

Then, with a gentle murmur, the door of Ravenclaw asked its own question.

"The surging blood. Malfoy thought for a moment, gave an answer, and then knocked on the door a few more times.

"Come in. The door creaked and opened.

Malfoy immediately followed, stepping back and forth into the lounge, and the door to the Ravenclaw lounge closed quickly.

It's just that before he had time to take a good look at his surroundings, he was shocked to realize that he had hit something head-on.

Alertly, he drew his wand and tried to fight back.

He found that a girl was sitting on the floor in front of him, rubbing her hazy eyes, as if she had not yet woken up, and looked up at him.

The eyes of the two met in an instant.

Or was the girl more responsive, or did Malfoy choose to remain silent about the situation.

She spoke first.