A castle in the snow always feels desolate. The goose-feathered snow blew down with the wind, enveloping the world in a grayish-white haze.

And in the snowy vestibule of the castle, a large number of black-filled figures surrounded them. In the center of the crowd, a young man stood with a long staff in his hand, surrounded but not panicked, just staring straight ahead.

As far as he could see, another figure covered in black flames also stood silently on the spot, staring coldly at the young man.

But whether it is the party that seems to be outnumbered or alone, there is no intention to do it immediately. Obviously, the atmosphere in the arena has been tense to the extreme, but it seems that they only want to delay.

It is clear that neither side is in a hurry at this moment.

……

However, at the same time, Harry and Ron were anxious.

"Harry, I think we need to get ...... soon It's been so long," Ron said helplessly, "I can't see if it's dawn or dark outside, but I guess we've spent the whole night here!" ”

Harry shook his head in annoyance.

"I want to be fast, too! But—"

Honestly, the two of them have been trapped here for a long time. And most importantly, they don't even know where they are!

From the surroundings, it looks like a small cabin with a lot of space. A dimly lit petrol lamp hangs from the dark parquet walls, and there are no windows on all sides, and there are no doors.

In the corner of the room, two simple brown hammocks were hung directly from the ceiling, and the two curtains hung down slightly, covering the hammocks to some extent.

Above those two curtains, the brown coat of arms with a badger on it was probably the only proof that they were still at Hogwarts - it was the Hufflepuff house emblem.

Harry and Ron remembered what Maca had told them that they had to pass Dumbledore's test if they wanted to be part of Dumbledore's funeral. But then, before they even knew what the test was, they suddenly went dark and fainted in one of the corridors of the castle.

What exactly is the test? Thinking of a way to get out of here? But what test does this play a role?

Either way, they woke up to find themselves locked up in a rather cramped room. There are no doors or windows, the walls of the four planks are not broken at all, and there are so few clues.

Seriously, they're all desperate.

"I think it's a question of whether we'll starve to death here, let alone find a way to leave." Ron moaned weakly, "Harry, what do you think?" ”

"Don't talk about discouragement!" Harry said unwillingly, "Whether it's to fill our stomachs or to pass the test, we can't give up!" ”

"Well, I'm just saying."

Ron shook his head, then got up again and began to check around the wall.

It's just that this room is really such a big space, and the two of them have already carefully inspected every inch of it. Anything suspicious other than a magical plank wall that even a spell can't break?

“…… We don't know exactly where it is, but we're still at Hogwarts. Harry said as he picked at the nails in the plank, "I wonder we'll have to guess what this place is, that's probably the only clue we're going to have." ”

"Who knows?" Ron sighed and said, "There are so many rooms in the castle that not even all of them are shown on your map of living spots, how can you guess?" ”

"yes!" Harry thought about it, and couldn't help but be a little discouraged, "If I had known that there would be this kind of test, even if I didn't call Hermione, I would have to get the map back from her first." With that, even if we can't see where we are, we can at least see the actions of other people in the castle. ”

"Hmm......" Ron muttered for a moment, unsure, "Harry, I still wonder if we're going to be in the Requirement Room." ”

"Then we should be able to conjure something." Harry knocked on the wall, the back was completely solid, "But haven't we all tried?" Even if you say your wish, nothing happens! ”

Ron nodded, then slouched his kick against the wall.

"Anyway, you have to hurry up......" Although he has always been a little weak, he has never really given up in his heart.

"Hmm." Harry nodded.

……

Almost as soon as Harry nodded, there was a blast of fighting in the vestibule outside the castle. It was indeed a "fight", not a battle between magic and magic, no brilliant and colorful effects, but a real hand-to-hand encounter.

The Knights of the Gardolets, who guard Hogwarts, have fought the Black Death!

The Black Death Apostles, who were covered in black energy, were originally wizards, but they had lost their ability to use magic under the erosion of the Bewitching Monument.

The magic power of their whole body was forcibly transformed into wisps of black qi. And with that, you get an immense amount of physical strength and defense.

On the other hand, the Gargoyle Knights temporarily gained the ability to move autonomously under the influence of some ancient magic. Like a puppet, he waved the stone knight's sword in his hand a little stiffly, and slashed forward one after another.

In fact, this time, it was the Black Death who were closer to the castle that were forced to start fighting back.

Originally, Voldemort didn't want to go to war, but once the stone statues were activated, there was no possibility of stopping. They have only two missions, that is, to expel foreign enemies and protect the castle; And they are given only two behaviors, that is, raising a shield to defend and swinging a sword to attack.

In terms of individual qualities, the Black Death is far superior to these gargoyles—both in attack and defense, much more than these "vulnerable" gargoyles.

But these stone statues that only know how to raise shields and swing swords make it difficult for those Black Death Apostles, who are full of "counterattacks", "attacks" and "killing", to exert their brute strength.

Because these gargoylemen are more "tendons" than the Black Death, and they are not as able to fly as the Black Death, but they have a uniform stride and a phalanx that will never be chaotic.

The number of Gargoyles is staggering, no less than the Black Death, and even if there are still a lot of them that haven't had time to be released.

These clumsy stone statues are not difficult for any wizard with a little brain, and it is only a matter of time and mana to destroy them.

But right now, it's the brainless Black Death Apostles who are facing them.

From the beginning, each Black Death's attack would shatter several Stoneylemen, but at the same time, at least eight or nine stone swords would be smashed into the Black Death. These gargoyrts are far from being able to compete with the Black Death's defense, but they are not unworthy in terms of attack power.

In ancient times, the Knights of the Stone Statue were originally used to defend against invading giants. In the face of the giant's terrifying power, there was no point in giving these statues more defense, only enough numbers and attack power could stop the giant's progress.

You know, where is the defense of the giants worse than the current Black Death?

While Maca was staring at Voldemort, the Knights of the Gargoyles, which were originally intended to be used to contain them, performed a miraculous feat. I only heard the sound of stone swords smashing and the stone statue shattering one after another, and it was a mess.

Because Maca had his back to the place where the battle was fought, he couldn't tell exactly how far the battle was going, and his senses were full of chaotic fluctuations of magical power.

But he didn't know, but Voldemort did.

In terms of numbers, the Black Dead who launched a counterattack on their own were certainly much smaller, but their strength was much higher than that of the Gargoyle Knights. Even if the battle was stalemate, and even the Black Death side began to lose money, it was still no problem to clean up the stone statues in the end.

However, where would Voldemort be willing to waste every precious Black Death apostle in such a place? He wanted to use a secret technique to forcibly call back the part of the Black Death that had automatically launched a counterattack, but he couldn't move.

At this time, Maca's staff was already glowing, and the regular runes on the top of the staff were also looming. Voldemort had no doubt that if he moved casually, an ice-blue pillar of light would suddenly sweep towards him.

He doesn't want to go to war yet, at least not yet!

Lose some minions, lose some! In order to succeed today, the sacrifice necessary was worth it - he had endured it so many times, and he didn't care about enduring it any more now.

It was only because of the fight between the Knights of the Gargoyle and the Black Death that the hypocritical conversation between the two came to an abrupt end. Both sides understand that today they both have hole cards in their hands, and this is already a tacit fact. If we continue to talk about it, it won't make any sense.

The air has become even colder.

In the midst of the noisy fighting, Maca and Voldemort both looked moved, and they all glanced south out of the corner of their eyes.

It was this glance that made Maca's eyes flash with a fierce color.

"Lac—"

Suddenly, Maca shouted, attached to the magic of the sound amplification charm. For a moment, the invisible sound wave quickly spread out, and even the violent blizzard could not be reduced in the slightest, and in the blink of an eye, it spread throughout Hogwarts.

At the same time as this shout, the staff in his hand suddenly slammed into the snow. In an instant, several faint blue fluorescent streaks began to light up from the point where the staff had paused, and quickly swam through the snow on the ground, spreading quickly into the distance.

Voldemort's face changed drastically, and at the same time, he suddenly turned into a cloud of black flames, and he did not hesitate to retreat into the air behind him.