"Click...... Click...... Click...... Click......"

It was night, and it was cloudy, and even the streets of Hogsmeade outside were just as drowsy. And in the corridor on the second floor of this pig's head bar, it is naturally even darker.

As you move forward, the old wooden floor under your feet also makes a creaking sound, even if the weight is lighter than ordinary people, but stepping on it still inevitably sounds the tooth-aching sound.

Wouldn't a sound like this, which seemed to be about to break through the floor, alarm the people in the room at the end of the hallway? You know, it's because there are people there that he came here.

It's just that......

At this moment, the figure walking in the darkness of the corridor had already arrived at the door. But he unscrewed the doorknob without care, and the light in the room fell on him, encapsulating most of his body in the light.

It was only now clear that it was a guy covered in a black hooded cloak.

Then he stepped into the room and closed the door with his hand.

The room has a strong sense of unity with the dilapidated pig's head bar – the floor is still creaking, the walls are covered with stains from the years of adulthood, the tables, chairs, benches, desks, wardrobes, everything is old. Even the curtains, which are constantly fluttering in the night breeze, have large and small holes and seams of cloth that have been stripped off everywhere......

Oh yes! The opposite window was wide open, and the wind from outside was pouring into the room uncontrollably, stirring the air in the room desperately. The perennial wind and snow in Hogsmeade Village make it feel like winter all year round, and people can't help but shiver when they open the windows.

However, in this "over-ventilated" room, a total of four people did not show any discomfort.

No, that's not quite accurate. Because except for the black-robed wizard who had just entered, the other three people were standing or sitting, but they all maintained a constant and motionless posture, and they didn't even blink their eyelids.

However, the black-robed man who had just come in from the door of the room did not show any surprise at this, he just looked left and right, and then lifted the big hood on his head.

Just look at the face that is still a little immature as a young man, you can understand that there is no doubt that this black-robed wizard is Maca.

"Hmm...... Is it just two people? ”

In the room, except for Maca, only one of the other three sat on the edge of the bed, while the other two stood by the window and in front of the bed.

And Maca didn't cast a single glance at the wizard on the bed, as if he wasn't interested in the guy sitting there, he just looked back and forth at the other two wizards.

But at this moment, the man who had been sitting on the edge of the bed suddenly stood up and walked silently to Maca's side.

In fact, the wizard, who looked to be a bit older, was no stranger. Look at the richly designed butler's costume and the neatly trimmed white hair, who is Edward, not Nicol Lemay's old butler?

But Maca just patted the other party on the shoulder, and there was no other movement. Judging from Maka's habit of "being kind to others", all this seems to be unreasonable.

"Well done."

Maca's sudden words broke the strange atmosphere in the room at once. And as his right hand, which patted Edward's shoulder, suddenly withdrew, the old butler, who was silent, was actually shortened in that moment, and turned into a big spider with a hideous and terrifying appearance in an instant.

Then, the half-human-tall spider began to shrink rapidly, and then simply crawled down Maca's clothes and crawled into his sleeve and disappeared.

It was a lot of work, but in fact, the whole process only took more than ten seconds, and the trace of old Edward, who was still sitting in the room, was completely lost, as if it had not existed in the first place.

But for Maka, it was planned. After retracting the Alienated Eight-Eyed Giant Spider disguised with Transfiguration, he took a few more steps forward and came to the two unidentified men who were still motionless.

In fact, you don't have to look closely to understand that the outfits of these two people are almost no different, they are both wearing familiar simple robes. It's just that now they are all covered in a layer of gray color, but they can't distinguish the original color of the robe.

But it didn't matter, because Maca recognized the other party's identity at a glance - this was undoubtedly the black-robed cultist who had fought with him in the palace of the Iranian magical world.

When he returned to Hogwarts that day, he already knew that the old prophet would most likely continue to participate in the tournament, and the old man's original target would obviously be Nicol Lemay's alchemical legacy, that is, old Edward, the only Lemay housekeeper who ostensibly knew where he was.

Well, perhaps after that prophecy, the goal was to add Maca, the so-called "heir to suffering".

So, Maca simply did what she planned, and on the night of the event, she made a fake Edward out and wandered around Hogsmeade for a while.

Sure enough, he immediately lassoed the two attackers with this hand, and used the petrification ability of the alienated eight-eyed giant spider to successfully capture the opponent alive.

“…… Now I hope Hachi and the others won't be lost," Maca nodded on each of the two black-robed cultists in front of him, reducing them in size as well, "Otherwise, we can only hope to dig out some information from these two people's brains." ”

With that in mind, he put the other two away, and then turned over the window, and blended directly into the dark night outside.

……

While Maca's side was tracking the way away with the guidance of the spiders, most of the young wizards at Hogwarts had already returned to their dormitories or common rooms in the houses.

And Enns, who was "active" tonight during the time everyone went to watch the game, was already sitting at the round table in the Hufflepuff basement and started today's homework.

It's a pity that today's encounter made him completely unable to concentrate, let alone write that boring essay on the history of magic.

"Whew-"

Frowning slightly, Ens threw the quill back into the inkwell with a boredom, a low exhalation that was inaudible.

It stands to reason that escaping from Draco Malfoy, who is absolutely powerful compared to himself, can be said to be a blessing thanks to Lucky Chocolate. If it weren't for the stun spell, he would have been knocked straight off the broomstick, and he would have even fainted on the spot.

Yes, the sense of crisis that the elixir brought to him was so strong that he couldn't even think about the possibility of counterattacking at that time. Aside from escaping as quickly as possible, I'm afraid there won't be a second option.

But now, there is still extreme unwillingness in the depths of Ens's heart. He wanted to know how far he would have been able to resist at that time.

Will it win?

Even if he couldn't get even the slightest possibility no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't help but think about it. Because there was no doubt that Malfoy was the strongest person he had ever felt when he entered Hogwarts.

Enns's will was clearly extremely strong.

That's why he was able to pass the test left by Salazar Slytherin; Therefore, after facing the overwhelming strength that is almost irresistible, he will still have the desire and fighting spirit to fight against it.

That's why he's-

“…… At the moment, I can't resist that Malfoy alone," Ens couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc, "But the strength...... It's not just about personal ability, isn't having reliable friends also part of strength? ”

Just as he encouraged Alexander to experiment with Navi to make lucky chocolates, he doesn't reject the so-called friendship, although he resembles the Slytherins in many ways. It's just that because of his personality, it is destined that it is difficult for him to give real trust, so that it is extremely difficult to make friends.

Of course, his broken mouth is sometimes to blame for the breakdown of friendships, and he is somewhat self-aware of this.

"Oops, those words I said in the library before seem a bit too much......" Engston pouted, then sighed helplessly, "Hmm...... I think I mentioned sparring at that time, otherwise ......"

He rarely regrets something, and this time it seems that he will inevitably be annoyed.

"No, it's easy to say anything else, you can't lose in the competition," Ens shook his head resolutely, "Besides, that guy seems to have really improved a lot recently, even if I don't release water here, maybe it will be ...... No, no, no, how could I possibly lose to him? ”

Thinking about it like this, he simply left this matter behind him and stopped thinking about it.

Picking up the quill from the inkwell, Ens stared at the parchment in front of him for a few more moments, and finally looked up and shouted.

"Hey, which buddy has written a history of magic paper? Lend me a look—"

Even if his self-esteem is high to the point of Enns, he can only choose to retreat in a head-to-head confrontation with the history of magic. No way, he had been sleeping the whole time in the history of magic class, and he had only heard the first few words of Professor Binns from the first class.

Seriously, this course is not something that normal students would like to take, and if it weren't for the fact that it was a compulsory subject, I am afraid that it would set a glorious record with the smallest number of electives every year.

"Yo, didn't you look down on my homework last night, and today you can't help it......"

Hufflepuff House is always in harmony. Even the addition of Ens is an outlier, but it will not change the joy of the little badgers.

In this respect, it was very different from the current stalemate in the Slytherin common room.