“…… This is...... A painting? ”

As the huge frame gradually stood out on the wall, Harry and Ron suddenly had infinite hope in their hearts. Seriously, they're so thirsty and hungry they're going crazy.

Once the painting was fully clearly formed, they saw what was depicted on the canvas.

At first glance, it doesn't really seem like anything special - wooden door frames, verdant greenery, and a slightly gloomy sky beyond the doorway. The door frame is covered with fresh creepers, and it looks like a completely vibrant scene.

Ron subconsciously reached out and touched it, and gently pushed the edge of the frame, only to find that there was no reaction at all.

"What's the hint?" He said curiously, "Also, how did it come about?" I don't remember what I just ran across. ”

"I think I'll have an answer if we wait a little longer." Harry shook his head, then pointed to the canvas.

Ron's gaze followed where he pointed—it was the woods depicted in the painting, and it was between the lush trees that a black dot was slowly growing.

No, it wasn't a black dot, but a figure in the painting, coming from near and far to them.

At first, they couldn't see it clearly, but when the figure walked in, they realized that it was a beautiful girl with a quiet appearance.

The girl was dressed in a plain blue dress with vertical stripes, her hands were implicitly folded in front of her abdomen, and she carried a small leather seal notebook in her hand. Her long, reddish blonde hair curled up slightly, falling naturally over her shoulders like a wave.

"Excuse me...... You are? Harry hesitated.

But the girl in the painting just looked at him and Ron softly, as if she didn't mean to speak. The gaze was so gentle that it made the two little boys blush at the same time.

"Uh...... I mean, you're here to tell us how to get out of here? Seeing that she didn't speak, Harry stubbornly continued, "Seriously, we're all hungry......

When the girl in the painting heard this, the corners of her mouth hooked slightly, as if she was amused by what he said was funny. She shook her head slightly, then turned around and walked back without saying a word.

Harry and Ron were in a hurry, but before they could speak again, there was a soft "squeak" that the frame opened from one side of the door of its own accord.

There are quite a few of these rooms in Hogwarts Castle, even their Gryffindor common room. Harry and Ron weren't surprised to see this, but quickly probed their heads to look at the doorway that was gradually revealing behind the frame.

It was a deep, dark passage, about the size of the painting, and even an adult would have no trouble walking through it. Harry and Ron glanced at each other, then walked back and forth into the tunnel.

Walking through this long tunnel, the sound of footsteps tapped in my ears, but there was no other movement. There was neither danger nor obstacle, and it didn't seem like another problem left by Maca.

It is worth mentioning that the tunnel seems to go straight ahead, and it takes more than ten minutes without even turning a corner. At least, neither Harry nor Ron felt the slightest change.

It stands to reason that after walking for so long, the distance from one end of the castle to the other is definitely there. Are they really no longer at Hogwarts?

The two of them continued to walk on and on, probably because it was pitch black in front of them, and they couldn't even shine their wands on their heads, and the uneasiness in their hearts made their pace faster and faster.

But what they didn't know was that it was thanks to this unconsciously quickened pace that they coincidentally escaped a fatal catastrophe.

Ron, who was walking behind, didn't notice that for a moment, everything behind him had some kind of incomprehensible distortion.

……

That's right, that moment of distortion happened the moment Greenwald took out something.

It's not the first time I've seen this thing, Maca...... No, he hadn't actually seen it in real life, but its appearance was firmly reflected in Maca's mind.

This is a floor-to-ceiling round mirror with a silver white body.

There is no seam between the natural frame and the base, and the smoke-like mirror is gray, as if nothing can be seen.

The frame and base are carved with delicate lines, and the runes of the rules that are familiar and unfamiliar are sparsely arranged on the round frame, shimmering with a thrilling glow.

Maca was convinced that this was the mysterious round mirror he had seen in the frescoes of Helbo's Tomb, a source of heinous evil.

"Greenwald, what do you want to do! You're going to turn Hogwarts into a waste—"

He couldn't finish his sentence, because the mirror was activated at this moment!

The circle of runes on the frame suddenly erupted with a purple-black glow, and the chaotic and misty mirror surface flowed like a whirlpool, and an obscure and mysterious fluctuation spread out in an instant.

This wave of fluctuations was accompanied by an eerie twist that encompassed the entire Hogwarts castle, including the vast expanse of mountains around the castle. Then, before even Maca could react, she felt that the space that fluctuated suddenly shook, as if she was about to drag the entire space into a mirror.

It was this contraction of less than half a second, and Maca's eyes immediately widened - he could see that his soul had been dragged out of the shell and torn towards the unknown mirror, as if there was a great suction pulling at his soul.

If he hadn't spent so much effort researching soul magic, this alone would have made him finished.

After Maca cast a spell and forcibly pulled his soul back into his body, he also had to let out a long breath. If you had reacted more slowly and let your soul leave your body completely, you would never have been able to go back.

No wonder the tomb murals depict it so terrifying, even turning an entire ancient city into a dead city, this kind of mysterious power only for the soul is really terrifying.

Seeing that the misty mirror was still flowing, Voldemort's soul was still struggling to resist, and Greenwald's body had already collapsed to the ground.

Maca knew that the old fellow had no intention of resisting, and that his purpose seemed to be to enter the mirror.

If you want to die, you can die, it's not good to find a place, but I even ran to Hogwarts. After he stirred it up like this, the fun went on even greater.

Maca didn't even want to look back, for fear he would see what the mural was like. To this day, he still vividly remembers that the meandering soul torrent in the mural is like a long river, and the entire colorful painting is forced into the main color of black, gray and white.

At this moment, although Maca's heart was infinitely uneasy, he still did not panic. But he raised the staff in his hand, regardless of his own safety, but first condensed an ice blue rule power and shot towards Voldemort.

Voldemort must die now, and the fragments of his soul must not be captured by this strange mirror, or it will probably cause another catastrophe.

Voldemort, who was desperately resisting the suction that tugged at his soul, couldn't resist this dazzling beam of rule power. In just an instant, his body of black flames, like fireflies in the wind, was immediately engulfed in blue and white light.

In an inaudible wail, Voldemort's remnants were quickly pulled towards the mirror by an invisible force, but he didn't expect Maca's movements to be faster than that!

With a wave of his hand, an inconspicuous empty potion vial intercepted Voldemort's soul fragment halfway. The phantom remnant slammed headlong into the bottle, but it failed to get out of the bottom of the bottle as the bottle flashed.

But what's worse is that the suction emitted by the floor-to-ceiling round mirror is too strong, and a large fine crack has appeared on the bottle body, as if it will turn into a pile of debris at any time.

said that it was too late and that was fast, and it was time to see that Maca's eyes were quick and waved. At the moment when the bottle containing Voldemort's soul fragment flew towards him, he grabbed the bottle in time, and while strengthening the spell on the bottle, he rushed towards the gate not far away.

Who knows if this round mirror will cause a second contraction, he will have to hurry.

Maca, who has turned on the "Swift" ability, is absolutely extraordinary in terms of running speed. Hundreds of feet flew by, and he quickly opened the door to Hogwarts, and immediately extended the bottle containing Voldemort's remnant soul to the doorkey.

With a distortion of space, the other source of calamity was finally sent away. But almost in the next second, the entire space really contracted for the second time, and the momentum was even more ferocious than the first time!

Maka's soul was once again shocked out of her body, and most of her soul had no physical protection, completely unable to resist the violent pulling force. If you want to pull back the soul that was shocked out of your body, it is not ordinary.

It took him a while to reluctantly reintegrate his soul into his body, but if he did it again, he had no confidence at all to resist.

Maka, who finally had the strength to turn around, turned around and glanced at it. The soul of the sky did not surprise him, and while he was resentful, he also felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

He stretched out his staff again, and another force of rules suddenly shot out, rushing towards the mysterious floor-to-ceiling round mirror.

The power of the invincible first-level rules in the past has finally made an exception this time. But I saw that the ice-blue beam of light fell on the mirror body, and it was barely covered with a thin layer of frost, and it completely dissipated in a blink of an eye.