"Apple pie. ”

Hermione said sadly, and the ugly stone monster in front of her jumped to the side.

A movable merry-go-round swing came to her eyes.

She slowly stepped up the wooden staircase.

Pushed open the hidden door.

The furnishings here seem to have never been touched, a few quaint wooden boxes on the solid wood desk, everything else is in order, a quill lying quietly on parchment, perhaps, the old man was still working here not so long ago.

A new portrait has been added to the ranks of the deceased Headmasters of Hogwarts House...... Dumbledore slept in a golden picture frame above the table, his half-moon glasses framed on his hooked nose, looking serene and serene.

But this is a dead thing, not a conscious portrait.

"Ah, ugly mudblood, what did you just do in this room that woke me up!" said the portrait on the wall viciously.

"Who?" Hermione realized she had walked into the room, and then heard the screams of the former headmaster, Phineas.

"Be gentle with the little girl. Another chubby, kind lady also woke up, and she was dressed in a gorgeous shawl, wrapped a little tighter, and persuaded her.

"What about Dumbledore, the others, who were kicked out, I haven't seen him in half a year. Phineas ignored the portrait's advice and asked straight to Hermione.

"Professor Dumbledore was attacked by Voldemort and fell behind the curtain of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, where he died. Hermione wiped the corners of her eyes and said sadly.

"Oh, is he dead? That's just right, I'm missing a companion. Phineas laughed, then looked around as if he was about to stick his head out of the frame.

"How about staying under me, there's still a seat here. ”

The Headmaster of Hogwarts, after death, some will choose to stay in the portrait to retain some of the consciousness of life.

Unlike that lifeless portrait.

Hermione would love to have a few words with him, but respected the headmaster's decision.

He would not have chosen to remain in the portrait, death was not something to be feared by him, as he said, it was a great adventure. Hermione whispered.

"Where's they?" she suddenly looked back, only to see that Harry and Ron weren't there.

Obviously, the two of them should have been following behind them all the time.

She looked at the carpet, the dust piled up, and her pupils contracted suddenly.

She saw a footprint.

She hadn't been there before, and the footprint was larger than hers, probably a man's.

Also, she only now realized that when she entered the door, the wooden door was hidden.

It made her break out in a cold sweat, but she did her best to keep her composure.

Hermione pulled out her wand and cautiously opened the cabinet.

Nothing.

"Is it my hallucination?" Hermione muttered deliberately, turning her back and walking to the other end.

Then she suddenly stopped her steps, turned around, raised her wand, and said quickly to the empty cabinet:

"Faint!"

Hermione's spell blurted out, but her heart was half cold, because she felt her spell miss, and her wand was directly caught, and then raised high, and then leaned up, hitting the top of the cabinet, and for a moment sawdust flew sideways.

The whole cabinet began to shake violently

There really are people in the cupboard!

Even though he was extremely careful, he was still taken out of balance by a strong pull and his whole body was pulled into the cabinet, and it was pitch black, and he lost his vision.

"Fluorescent—" she subconsciously tried to regain her sight, but the wrist holding the wand was firmly imprisoned, and the gesture was interrupted.

The spell was also interrupted.

"You—" Hermione tried to question her, but found that her mouth had been covered, and a somewhat rough palm pressed against her lips, making her unable to make a sound.

She began to shake her body, struggling desperately.

Who would show up in Dumbledore's office at this time and what did he want to do?

But she was hugged by the present, one hand was tightly locked, the other hand was still holding the wand, she didn't dare to throw it away, she couldn't move, and subconsciously, Hermione used her teeth as a weapon and bit down, wanting to resist, making him let go because of the pain.

Sure enough, the hijacker let go, and the force that pressed her wrist subsided in an instant, and Hermione's heart jumped, and when she was about to fight back, she only felt a pain in her neck, lost consciousness, and fell asleep.

Malfoy immediately left the cupboard, rubbing his hands.

He really didn't expect to be so unlucky.

He didn't expect someone's perception to be so keen, and he found his hiding place at once.

As he opened the cabinet to look for it, he heard someone outside the door come in with a password.

Malfoy subconsciously hid in, after all, he didn't want to cause more trouble

When he heard someone approaching the cabinet, he also used the illusion charm.

The small dark space was quite difficult to move, and he couldn't even take out the wand in his cuff to deal with it, and he couldn't even aim at it, so he could only chant a spell to himself.

So when confronting the discoverer, he also subdued her in a purely physical way.

Now he had time to open the cabinet completely, let the light in, and look at the faces of the people in front of him.

Then Malfoy's expression fell into a state of shock, his gray pupils widened, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

That's a coincidence.

He was a little stunned.

In a few months, this stubborn and independent girl has matured a lot, the contours of her face are no longer so soft, slightly sharper, faded some of her youthfulness, and become more mature.

Hermione was like his rival, and almost every time she had her plans, she would become a variable, causing some distraction.

But fortunately, it didn't have much of an impact.

Looking at the neat row of tooth marks near the tiger's mouth in his palm, Malfoy was actually distracted.

He remembered that Hermione had a pair of front teeth. Now it's neat.

Then the itchy and painful touch was transmitted along the wound to his nerves, with a faint tingling.

He conjured a delicate rope to trap Hermione, the wooden door hidden so that she wouldn't be too uncomfortable.

A rope that can be broken free with a little force, and it will be automatically lifted when the time for Transfiguration is up.

"Hey, boy, what are you doing!" Phineas saw Malfoy's figure and roared loudly.

Although it's just the back.

Although he shouted in the mudbloods, he was also a person who had been dead for many years, but as a former principal, he still couldn't let a student be attacked in front of his eyes after all.

"Oh my God, what are you. The chubby woman screamed too.

But he could only shout a few times, and the portrait could never come out of the paper.

"Quiet old fellow!" Malfoy said in a low tone, tossing Hermione's wand back and slamming it firmly into the wall behind him.

The wand's tail fluttered.

Phineas screamed in fright.

Malfoy then ignored the man.

Instead, he pushed the door straight out.