It was a dark hallway, and there was nothing to illuminate except for a few torches fixed to the walls that were still flickering a little flame.

At a glance, it is almost impossible to see the road ahead.

And at this moment, Maca is walking in this corridor step by step......

Footsteps, hollowly echoing.

He clenched the wand in his hand - yes, he rarely used a modern short wand anymore. But he had to use this today, because for some reason, he couldn't play to his strength.

To be more accurate, he was just an ordinary Hogwarts student at the moment.

Suddenly, he flicked his wand slightly.

"Fluorescent flickering."

A ball of light lit up from the tip of the staff, emitting a soft glow. But it didn't take long for the light to be absorbed by the surrounding environment, and soon gradually dimmed again, and finally went out completely.

Seeing this, Maca didn't make a sound, but continued to pace forward.

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

Maca's expression was very serious, he ignored the movement of the soles of his shoes rubbing against the ground, and kept his eyes on what he could see, not letting go of him in front of and behind him.

Suddenly, his progress stopped, as he heard a slight "click".

It was a small sound, but in the quiet corridor, it was amplified a lot. If you can't hear it, you're deaf.

Maca didn't speak, he just raised his wand and pointed in the direction where the voice came from. But the other party seemed to know that he had found out, and after he stopped, the voice stopped appearing.

In the case of poor vision, the wait is undoubtedly difficult. It took about five or six seconds for Maca to hear the same sound a second time.

"Click."

It sounds like hitting the ground with a hard object, but when you can't see the actual situation, it feels more like a different kind of footstep sound.

If that's someone's sole, then that shoe must be stiff, right?

The guy hiding in the darkness didn't continue to stall, and in the next moment, a third "click" sound, accompanied by a long figure, walked out of the shadows behind the torches.

At the same time, it can be seen that the other party also stretched out a magic wand, pointing accurately at Maca's side.

"Except -you-weapon!"

It sounded a somewhat awkward-sounding voice, as if the person who was speaking had a bad cold, not only muffled, but also a little rough.

But regardless of the other party's voice, a disarming spell was already completed - the red mang quickly struck from the tip of the opponent's wand towards Maca's side.

"Armor protection."

Maca shook her wand with a calm expression, and the red light of the disarming spell was flicked aside.

"Hurry up and be imprisoned!" "All of them—"

After guarding against the disarming spell, his second spell was immediately released. The magic rope conjured by the Imprisonment Spell suddenly rolled towards the opponent's body, interrupting the whole body restraint spell that the opponent was preparing, and tying it up strongly.

Obviously, this one-on-one ambush battle was an absolute victory for Maca.

However, when it was over, he did not come forward to check, but stood there and thought silently. It was a long time before he stepped forward, but when he got to the tied figure, he didn't even look at it again.

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

In the corridor that was quiet again, the sound of Maca's footsteps continued to echo, and they overlapped and intertwined again and again, lingering in Maca's ears.

Not long after, as he walked in the darkness for a few more minutes, a wall suddenly blocked his way.

As you can see, there is only an ordinary wooden door on the wall—which clearly tells the visitor that it is the only way to get through here.

Maca reached out and pushed it first, but the door did not move; He grabbed the rusty doorknob and twisted it twice, but the door still didn't mean to be opened.

"Alajo Cave Open."

This is a common lockpicking spell, and as far as a normal door lock is concerned, it can be reopened even if the keyhole is completely blocked and the deadbolt is firmly welded.

Of course, if the door that won't open has something to do with magic, the universal lockpicking spell will hardly work.

You can see that this is a place where you need to use your brain to get through. But Maca didn't think much of it, he just glanced at the doorknob and waved his wand again.

"The original form is immediate."

As the incantation was pronounced clearly, the rusty doorknob twisted for a moment, and then turned into a latch with an iron lock on it!

"Alajo Cave Open."

The second lock-picking spell finally had its desired effect, and with a soft "click", the lock popped open automatically.

After successfully breaking the obstacle, Makawu nodded to himself, and then pulled out the latch and pushed the door open.

But it was the moment the door was opened, and a large black and swarthy thing appeared behind it, flapping its wings and rushing towards it.

Since they appear very suddenly and not slow at all, it is not easy to see what is clear.

"There are many obstacles."

In this case, the obstacle spell is obviously a very good choice. Whether it's a single individual or a group, it provides control for a short period of time, freeing up a moment to determine how to respond.

At this time, you can intuitively figure out with your eyes what it is.

It turned out to be just a bunch of ordinary bats.

As you can see, the bats blocked by the obstacle spell in the doorway have become slow motion, and although there are more coming towards the door, they have almost all crashed into the effective range of the spell.

Since it is a group of basically harmless small bats, there is naturally no need to do anything superfluous.

After Maca revoked the obstacle spell, she let the little ones hula around her, disappearing into the darkness behind him.

With nothing else in his way, he walked through the wall through the doorway and on.

Even after leaving the corridor in front of me, the road hasn't changed much after that - it's still severely underlit, and there are even more sections of the road that are not lit at all than before.

It's just that the people who can get here must not choose to stop or return because the road is dark. As for Maca, of course, it is even more impossible to give up.

He was still moving forward, but more seriously than before.

After that, about ten minutes later, after Maca had solved a few minor problems, another wall lay in front of him.

Unlike the previous wall, this one is "invisible".

I believe that if someone walks here, they are likely to bump into it headlong and add a harmless bag to their brain.

But Maca didn't—he had stopped before he hit the invisible wall.

Gently brushing the wall, although you can't see it, the touch on your hand is no different from an ordinary wall. He fumbled around, and made sure that it was indeed a wall, and that it was the kind that didn't even have a door.

"The original form is immediate."

The spell that had been so effective in passing through the first wall didn't work at all. It can be seen that the invisible effect on this wall cannot be lifted by the manifestation spell of the item.

"Hurry to show up."

This was followed by another spell that revealed the truth.

In fact, this spell is not as effective as the previous one when it comes to solving invisible magic, but it has a unique effect that the spell does not have.

Sure enough, the wall was still invisible, but in front of what seemed to be nothing, a line of crooked text suddenly appeared:

"What you see is not necessarily the truth, because the truth is often hidden behind the visible."

Maca couldn't help but smile when she saw this line, and then suddenly turned around and walked towards the corridor wall next to her. In the blink of an eye, he was like a disembodied ghost, easily piercing through the past.

And after that, there was another dark corridor, which was full of drowsiness at a glance.

It may have been just a corner of a designed and arranged hallway.

Maca put away the smile on her face and walked forward again. It was noticeably darker than it had been before, and it would take twenty or thirty steps before a torch that was almost extinguished would provide the visitor with that pitiful light.

This time, Maca was gone for a long time, and the total was probably twenty minutes. Of course, there is also a relationship between him and his not going fast.

In those twenty minutes, he didn't see anything, and nothing happened. The only thing that has changed is the gradually decreasing ambient temperature.

That's right, the air is slowly getting colder, and in the end it seems to be cold winter.

"Whew-"

As she passed by a torch, Maca exhaled through the light and saw a white mist evaporate, showing how low the temperature in the corridor was.

"Well, fortunately, it's winter, and if you wear a little thinner, I'm afraid you'll have to freeze here."

Maca complained to herself, followed the steps that quickened under her feet, and didn't care about anything else. Because he knows that after walking a short distance, his little "journey" should come to an end.

About a dozen seconds later, a dark shadow suddenly appeared behind another torch in front of him. The moment she came to the light, Maca pursed her lips, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Forget it, there's no need to experience it here-"

As he spoke, the black shadow fluttered over. It was suspended underneath it, draped in a tattered black hooded cloak, and a pair of wizened hands poked out of its sleeves.

This is clearly a Dementor.

But unlike the average Dementor, this one wears a Santa hat with a fluffy ball on top of its head!

"Sarah, come out for a moment!"