At night, the weather is slightly cool, even if you stay in Hogwarts Castle, it will be a little cold, and people can't help but feel the arrival of autumn.

The portraits on the walls of the corridor are some napping, some are talking in whispers to the next door, and some seem to have gone out to hang out, leaving only the background on the painting.

On the eighth floor, in the Gryffindor common room, the students had gone back to their dorms to sleep, leaving only the embers in the fireplace flickering a faint red glow, illuminating the entire lounge.

As Harry and Ron crept past an armchair, they suddenly heard someone talking there.

"I can't believe you did that, Harry."

A light flickered on, and it was Hermione Granger. She looked at them with a frown in a pink dressing gown.

She didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"You!" Ron said angrily, "Go back to sleep!" ”

"I almost told you brother," Hermione replied unceremoniously, "Percy - he's a prefect, he's going to stop this." ”

Harry couldn't believe that there was such a nosy person.

"Let's go." He said to Ron. He pushed away the portrait of the fat lady and climbed into the hole.

Hermione wasn't going to give in so easily. She followed Ron into the hole, shouting at them like an angry she-goose.

"Don't you care about Gryffindor, only yourself? I don't want Slytherin to win another House Cup, and I don't want you to lose all the points I got from Professor McGonagall with the Diversion Spell! ”

"Go away." Ron said impatiently.

"Well, but I warn you, when you get home by train tomorrow, don't forget what I said, you're so-" Hermione said as she turned to the portrait of the fat lady to try to relapse back, only to find that the painting in front of her was empty.

The fat lady probably went out late at night.

"Oh——, what do I do now?" She said depressedly with a tugging voice.

"That's your problem." Ron said, "We've got to go, we're going to be late." ”

But before they could reach the end of the hallway, Hermione had already hurried up.

"I'll go with you!" She looked reluctant.

"You are not allowed to go." Ron immediately refused.

"Do you think I'm willing to go! If I don't go, won't I stand here and wait for Filch to catch me? If he finds out—"

“…… Let's go together. ”

While Hermione was still babbling something, a voice suddenly appeared in the shadows in the corner of the hallway, startling everyone present.

"Maca! And Neville? The three narrowed their eyes in unison, and then they could see who was there.

Instead of paying attention to the three of them, Maca covered Neville's mouth as he screamed out in fright.

"What are you doing in a daze, haven't I always been next to you!" Maca whispered.

"I ...... I thought it was Filch's voice. After Maca let go of her hand, Neville said weakly.

"Why are you here?" Ron looked at them and asked curiously.

"Neville forgot the break room password," Maca said, spreading her hands, "As for me, I'm going to come out and relax and move my muscles." ”

"You know, I've been working on the curriculum, and it's time to take a break. It's not good to keep exercising, and your body will rust. ”

"Maca! Are you going to break the school rules too! Hermione's eyes widened at this, and she was shocked by Maca's remarks.

Maca smiled teasingly at her and said, "Hermione, aren't you going with you too?" ”

"That's because—"

"Okay, okay, don't worry too much. It's a foregone conclusion that Harry and Ron are going, and I, as your friend, will have to share your ups and downs. Maca patted Hermione on the shoulder, she looked quite delicate and cute in just a set of pajamas.

"Oh, you have to keep warm, it's autumn, and it's a little cold at night." He took off his robe and draped it lightly over Hermione's body.

"Uh, thank you." Hermione looked at the robe on her body and swallowed the complaint that had already reached her lips.

"Sure enough, it's still a child, and I don't blush." Maca looked at Hermione, who turned around and wanted to lecture Ron and them, and secretly said that it was funny.

Ron looked at his watch, glared at Hermione angrily, then turned his head and said with a happy expression, "It would be nice if you could come with Maca, you can always help Fred and George avoid Mommy's gaze, and maybe help us avoid Filch...... Oh yes, and his damn cat! ”

Marca couldn't help but shrug her shoulders when she heard this: "It's not difficult to fool Filch, but Lady Loris is not easy to hide, and the senses of animals are always very keen, especially felines." ”

Saying this, he suddenly took out a small glass bottle from his arms and showed a smile.

"Of course, there's always a way."

"I knew you had a way to do that!" Ron smirked at Hermione, as if to show off that he had a friend who worked.

Hermione opened her mouth, but didn't speak after glancing at Maca.

They walked briskly down the hallway, moonlight pouring in through the high windows, one by one across the ground, looking like a unique magic carpet.

At every turn, Harry thought he was going to crash into Filch or Lady Loris. But it's okay, I don't know if it's their luck or because Maca has some means. Anyway, when they hurried down the stairs, to the third floor, and lightly walked into the prize showroom, everything went well.

There are no Malfoy or Crabbe here.

The crystal glass case where the prizes are displayed glistens in the moonlight projected outside the window. In the dark, trophies, shields, medals and statues shone with silver and gold brilliance, and silk ribbons were windless and automatic in the air.

Maca looked curiously at the award-winning plaques below, with their respective reasons for winning - he was now wondering if he should also win an award or something, which would definitely provide some convenience for his own study and research.

The other four were less relaxed than he was, moving forward against the wall, their eyes glued to the doors at either end of the room. Harry pulled out his wand in case Malfoy burst in and duel him.

Minutes and seconds passed, and no one showed up.

"He's late, maybe he's scared." Ron whispered, but he didn't want a voice from the next room to startle them to jump.

As soon as Harry raised his wand, he heard someone speak—it wasn't Malfoy.

"Smell everywhere, honey, in some corner they might be hiding." It was Filch who was speaking to Lady Loris.

Harry was so frightened that he frantically waved his wand at the crowd, telling them to follow him as quickly as possible. Unexpectedly, Maca walked closer to Filch with a wicked smile on her face, and there was almost only a door between the two.

In the horrified gazes of the others, Maca pulled out his small bottle again. After holding his breath, he carefully unscrewed the cork without making a sound.

"Oh, baby! Where are you going—" Filch cried out in surprise just outside the door, and then anxiously chased after Lady Loris, who had run away for some reason.

"Awesome! What kind of potion is this? Ron leaned in with admiration on his face, and then immediately sneezed, "Oh——, what does this smell like?" ”

Maca hurriedly stuffed the oak cork back, and then walked away two steps and let out a sigh.

"It's not a magic potion, it's just a slightly blended volatile liquid, a very pungent smell, and it's quite effective against animals with a keen sense of smell."

"Is it the secretion of a Gulag rattletail?" Hermione also sniffed the residual smell in the air, and couldn't help but cover her nose.

"It's not just that, you have to adjust the formula for decomposition and neutralization, otherwise the smell won't be dissipated for several days." Maca laughs, "It tastes so strong, and it will leave incriminating evidence." ”

"So, you've been planning to break the school rules!" Hermione finally couldn't help it, and she grumbled in a low voice, "You can't do that, you Hufflepuffs don't have enough points." ”

"I don't care about the House Cup, honor isn't everything," Maca said with a grin, "and there's always a house to be at the bottom, which I think fits well with Hufflepuff's low-key purpose." ”

"You can't do that!" Hermione seemed to be upset with Maca's idea.

Suddenly, Maca waved her hand to stop Hermione from continuing to speak.

"Someone, it's Filch back." Maca tilted her head and listened carefully, then whispered.

"Oh, why don't you try that bottle again?" Ron said subconsciously.

"I think it's better to run first!" Maca shook her head, and took the lead and ran down the dark corridor.

They ran around the doorposts and down hallway after corridor, and Maca felt that his sense of direction had become worse in the dim environment—he couldn't make out where he was.

"Oh, we're running to the Charms classroom." Hermione looked at the classroom door not far away, panting.

"I think we've got rid of him." Harry gasped. He leaned against the cold wall, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Neville bent over, out of breath, gasping and gasping.

"I think you should be more athletic too." This rush only made Maca's breathing a little thicker. A teenager who lives alone at the bottom of society will not be unable to do so just because he has run a few steps.

"I—I told you," Hermione gasped, grabbing her hand at the slit of her chest and said in fits and pieces, "I—told you. ”

"We have to get back to Gryffindor Tower," Ron said, "and the sooner the better." ”