As the night wore on, it began to rain outside the castle. The rain alone was not very strong, but in the recent fierce winds, the dense rain curtain became surprisingly violent.

Occasionally, one or two bifurcating blue lightning bolts scurried through the clouds in the sky, and a dull thunderclap swirled around the clearing, beating the beating heart.

At this moment, on the eighth floor of the castle, in the Gryffindor common room, the door to the student dormitory quietly opened, and a slightly thin figure crept out.

The figure, almost submerged in darkness, seemed to hesitate, and after stepping into the deserted common room, it seemed to glance back at the stairs from which it had come.

But after hesitating for a moment, he turned around resolutely and walked towards the door in the dark.

The portrait guarding the doorway was naturally closed, but the figure didn't seem to be too worried. After gently pushing the portrait away, it immediately flashed out of the gap.

Looking back, the fat woman on the canvas is still sleeping quietly, making a thin snoring sound and looking soundly asleep.

Pushing the portrait back on, and once it was confirmed, the man walked quickly to the corner against the wall, and left the hallway not long after.

On the other side of the corner is a promenade against the outer wall of the castle, lined with medieval metal armor that stands quietly at the base of the wall on one side, and window openings more than a person high on the other.

Originally, if the weather was nice, you could see the beautiful night view directly in front of the castle from here. But today is a stormy night, and although the protection of magic makes it impossible for the rain to come in, it is not easy to see the situation outside.

In fact, when the stars and moon were obscured by clouds, it was completely dark outside the window. This also made the corridor equally dark, and if you didn't already know the castle well, it would be really difficult to move an inch in this situation.

Suddenly, a thick lightning bolt crawled quickly in the sky outside, and the bright thunder light gave the dark corridor an instant clarity, and at the same time illuminated the figure that was walking quietly.

It was a student wearing a Gryffindor house robe, her long hair revealing her gender, and her delicate and small side face directly indicating her identity.

“…… Speaking of which, when was the last time you violated school rules like this? ”

The little witch named "Hermione Granger" pursed her thin lips and smiled slightly as if she had recalled some good memory.

It was when she and that "Maca McLean" met here, and that time was the closest she had ever been to him.

"Looks like Snape and Harry saw it!"

The lightning had silently faded away, and the endless darkness had once again engulfed her, followed by the loudest thunderclap of the night.

Hermione continued to make her way through the darkness, the time she almost knocked over the armor, so she wouldn't make that mistake again this time.

She felt the wall on the other side of the window opening, and walked forward, not slowly, because she was familiar with the place. After another round and turn, Hermione's destination was almost there.

After walking some distance, Hermione pulled her wand out of her sleeve - she knew the benefits immediately from the moment she saw Maca do it.

Maybe she doesn't have the same sense of crisis as Maca around her, but it's always okay to do what is right.

"Fluorescent flickering."

Between her lips and teeth, the incantation sounded very slightly, a little light dispelling the darkness and making the corridor she was in a little clearer.

Place is right, it's not far ahead. Hermione took two quick steps to the giant tapestry with a troll rod beating Silly Barnabas, and on the other side of her was a plain white wall.

When discussing with Maca where to choose a place for Defence Against the Dark Arts training ground, Maca told her about this place.

There is a private room, Maka said, and this room provides the most suitable setting for those who need it. And it is said that there are very few people who know about this place, so it sounds like a good training place.

But before that, Hermione wanted to take a look at the place.

Although she told herself that she had come to check the room in advance. But in fact, she came overnight with a more personal idea.

"Walking back and forth through the white wall three times, concentrating on where you need to ......"

Hermione muttered to herself as she walked forward, stopping in front of the empty classroom window at one end of the white wall, then turning back and turning back at the large vase at the other end.

When she turned for the third time, a rectangular silhouette suddenly appeared on the white wall, which quickly stood out under her gaze.

Without hesitation, she stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the brass handle on the door, and twisted it gently. With a soft click of the deadbolt, the door was opened smoothly.

This is where Maca told herself, and since it was introduced by Maca, there must be no problem.

She immediately took a step and walked in, closing the door with her hand.

But after the door on the wall was closed, it quickly merged into the wall, and soon disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

As soon as she walked into this wonderful room, Hermione, who had a relaxed face, immediately paused. If nothing else, it really scared her because of the sight here.

To be honest, she had already had too much speculation about this place before deciding to come over early. But she never thought that the moment she really saw this, she was afraid that she was going to the wrong place.

Yes, Hermione's other "private" reason for coming here this time was to see "Maca's room".

In the hallway outside, what she was thinking about was not "the need for a place to train Defence Against the Dark Arts", but "the room that Maca used to use when she came here".

But in this, the first thing that caught her vision was a whole piece of terrifying stone statues!

The statues look intricately detailed, and each one looks like the work of a skilled carver. Most of their postures are different, standing or lying, kneeling or lying on their stomachs, and the expressions on their faces are varied.

It's just that they all have two things in common.

First, they are all transformed werewolves, and every hair on their bodies is clearly recognizable; Second, although the expressions on the faces are different, they all contain fear.

Anyone would be shocked to find themselves in a place full of frightened sculptures, not to mention how realistic they are......

“…… No, is that ...... A real werewolf? ”

After all, if all of these are just stone sculptures, what did the person who carved such a large stone statue think? At least Hermione couldn't have imagined it.

What's more, this was probably the room used by Maca - because she found a large desk behind the statue, and the surprising appearance of the desk was almost indistinguishable from the study of Black's old house.

And next to that desk, there was a row of potions preparation tables, which made Hemin even more convinced.

"These stone statues...... What's going on? ”

Hermione hesitated, then walked briskly through the "statues" with some trepidation, and made her way to the back half of the room with a hint of surprise.

"I'm sorry."

Hermione apologized awkwardly to the chair behind her desk, then picked up the materials on her desk and flipped through them.

She was sure that Maca wouldn't mind her sneaking in—at least the one she knew, who wouldn't be with her.

Because she knew nothing more than what kind of gentle boy that excellent wizard her age, named "Marca McLean," was.

Besides, didn't she just want to know more about each other when she came this time? Hermione was confident that even if she saw something more horrible now, she would never misunderstand Maca again.

The so-called "really powerful, able to change the perception of others".

Dumbledore was admired by the world for his strength and love; The two generations of Dark Lords have also made the world feared with their respective powers and evils......

And Maca, with his strength and gentleness, finally made the people around him trust him from the bottom of their hearts.

Recently, after Dumbledore's death, this became apparent without even Maca herself noticing.

“…… What is it? ”

After looking at her desk for a long time, Hermione's face was full of frustration - she found that only half of the information in it she could barely understand.

"Rule runes? What's that? ”

In fact, the information here is already a relatively useless part of Maca. With the exception of some of the calculations for the Rune Array, which he had placed here during his recent testing here, most of the rest were left over from his previous Hogwarts school days.

And the information that Hermione can understand is actually the part about the potion ratio calculation.

Putting the papers back on the table, Hermione walked over to the potions preparation table on the other side, and she saw a row of five unusually tall brown potions cabinets.

The cabinets were pressed against the wall, and looking through the glass doors of the cabinets, they were filled with all sorts of potion bottles.

"Ah," she paused as she walked past the cabinet in the middle, "the gray bottle...... It's the warmer that Maca gave me at the time, right? I remember that I felt thirsty when I drank it, and I drank a big pot of tea with him in the library at that time! ”

In the room of responsiveness, this girl, who is more beautiful than back then, is recalling the initial delicacy and beauty bit by bit.