“…… Damn, didn't you just get hit by a rock? ”

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

Of course, he didn't think that way because he had some ridiculous apologies to Pansy. In fact, he was just rethinking about the possibility of getting Maka's attention.

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

At the moment, no one knows what kind of changes have happened to Malfoy, let alone what suddenly changed him. Even...... Even whether this handsome young man with blonde hair and white skin could be called "Draco Malfoy" has become an unknown question.

But at least, the name Macklean is still deeply engraved in his heart, providing him with a strong sense of crisis at all times, which is an indisputable fact.

Otherwise, how could he, who was already "arrogant" with power in his hands, still willingly hide himself among the Hogwarts students?

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

Half-lying on the bed in the dormitory, Malfoy's head resting on his left arm, which was behind his head, and a wisp of black air rose from his right hand stretched out in front of him, as if he could feel the mysterious energy hidden in it.

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

“…… Impossible, with this little strength, it is impossible to take that blow. ”

As he muttered these words, a brilliant pillar of ice-blue light flashed in his mind, a dazzling light that broke through the clouds and pierced into the sky.

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

At that point in time, Maca's power was undoubtedly a shot in the arm that woke up the whole of Hogwarts; But in retrospect, that terrible strength also brought majestic pressure to some people.

"Albania."

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

……

The next morning, as soon as the morning sun gently painted the earth with a golden red, another clear day began.

For most of the Hogwarts students, the day would have been known as "Happy Hogsmeade Day". But today, Hogsmeade Village is impossible to go, even if they are forced to do so with a wand.

Because today, they only need to step out of the castle gates and enjoy a more colorful time of eating, drinking and playing than they did in Hogsmeade.

The impact of this unprecedented international alchemy competition on Hogwarts is huge, and it is definitely multifaceted.

Since yesterday evening, the school's huge vestibule has been occupied by countless vendors and makeshift shops. Although it was forbidden to operate at night due to the fact that it was a school, it was bustling again early this morning.

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

Soon, the little wizards appeared in groups. They walked back and forth among the tents of different shapes and carpets piled high with goods, most of them in high spirits, and the cheerful atmosphere was constantly in the air as they talked and laughed with each other.

Truth be told, most of the people who came from the wizarding world from various countries to watch the event were adults and a small number of preschoolers. After all, it is not a holiday, and there are still very few students who can come to participate in the activities.

As a result, these little Hogwarts wizards who poured out all of a sudden added a lot of precious youth and vitality to this place.

However, even among the passionate students, there are always some people who lack vitality. Obviously, Anns, who has not been in a beautiful mood these two days, is one of them.

As he walked alone in the crowd, he was thinking about something completely unrelated to the scene in front of him. Compared to the wonderful weather and cheerful crowds, his inner world is not so rich.

"What the hell is ...... Should I go? ”

As he reminisced about what he had encountered in the Slytherin Chamber last night, he pondered whether he should go back again, or whether he should go back again.

Giving away the rewards you have received after being tortured is not something that can be easily relieved. In Salazar Slytherin's test, he had suffered enough, only to be robbed of the fruits of his victory by the Malfoy......

Well, let's not mention whether it is a "fruit" or not. After all, according to Slytherin, although there is a reward for his stay, there should be a corresponding problem.

But whatever it was, Ens always had the right to see it for himself.

But now, because of the invisible deterrence caused by Malfoy's strength, he has no choice but to choose to move forward. At least until he was sure, he couldn't even convince himself to go down to the Chamber of Secrets and take a second look.

There's really another chamber behind the wall, right? Has Malfoy already destroyed the walls? So what did he get...... And, will he destroy the "secret room within a secret room" and monopolize everything he gets from it before leaving?

This series of problems has been bothering Ens since he was in bed last night. It's a pity that this kind of question will never be answered unless you go down and see it with your own eyes.

"Otherwise, we might as well find a way to spread the news...... Even if I can't get it anymore, I can't make him feel better! ”

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

"Hmph...... No, I can't give up yet," Ens shook his head, but said indignantly, "I guess that Malfoy would have thought of this idea a long time ago, right?" Otherwise, I might not have been able to escape from there so smoothly...... The power of the Elixir was a clear reminder that my chances of successfully escaping from Malfoy's men were actually very low, very low......"

As he thought now, Malfoy was apparently certain that he would not reveal what he had seen and heard in the Chamber to anyone else—not the result of a person who could think of an escape under great pressure would choose.

Just as Ens was suffocating over these troubles, a familiar voice rang out from the crowd behind him, and it drew closer and closer to him.

“…… I heard that there are still bird and snake eggshells for sale near the Forbidden Forest, but there are not many birds and snakes now. ”

"Oh! The book says that they can scale their bodies freely...... Eggshells for sale, though? Was it used in the recipe of any potion? ”

"No, just because the eggshell of the bird snake is pure silver, it is very collectible."

Ens could hear that the voice in the middle was undoubtedly the first classmate he knew, Alexander who was now at Gryffindor House.

The other voice sounded like Harry Potter, one of the more famous seniors in Gryffindor House.

While hearing these words, Ens wondered if he should speed up his pace. Because after thinking about whether he wanted to ask the other party for a favor last night, that conflicted mood made him not want to meet the other party at all.

However, in the blink of an eye, he knew that he didn't need to hesitate anymore.

"Enns?"

Alexander was still the same Alexander after all, and even if he hadn't forgiven the Ens Taon in the library that day, he wouldn't lose even the basic politeness of saying hello when he saw him.

Hearing Alexander's shout, Enns, who was full of confusion in his heart, couldn't pretend that he hadn't heard it, and his pace slowed down unconsciously.

"Hmm."

He tilted his head slightly, and replied with a bit of a slurry.

This kind of non-dry response is naturally extremely inconsistent with the impression that Ens left on Alexander. The latter immediately looked at the other party with a hint of hesitation, but where could he find the answer from the back of Ens's head in front of him?

"This is your friend?" Harry, who was beside Alexander, asked curiously, and then said briskly, "That...... Enns: yes? You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Or let's do it together! ”

Like bravery to the point of recklessness, passion is one of Gryffindor's specialties, but Ens is certainly not used to it.

Alexander aside, he didn't think there would be anything to talk about with Harry anyway. Rather than feel uncomfortable staying with them at that time, he might as well take the initiative to leave as soon as possible.

After thinking about it for a while, Ens decided that it would be better to refuse.

But before he could speak, a somewhat unusual noise suddenly came from the direction of the Forbidden Forest, attracting the attention of most people, including him.

“…… Drop your wand! I'm warning you...... Drop ......"

In the midst of the commotion, a slight voice pierced through the crowd and seemed to creep into the ears of Harry and the others here.

"It's Hermione!"

Harry instantly discerned who the voice was from, and after hearing Hermione's slightly anxious words, he didn't hesitate to push through the crowd and run as fast as he could.

Alexander, who was beside him, was stunned for a moment, and after subconsciously glancing at Ens, he reluctantly chased after him.