The Change was still sailing slowly on the sea, the power of magic keeping it unaffected by the increasingly turbulent waves, and it did not shake for a minute.

To be honest, the wind and waves in this sea area have been getting stronger and stronger recently, and the sky is also full of dark clouds, and a storm at sea seems to come suddenly at any moment.

However, considering the bad news from Maca's side that Helbo has escaped and disappeared again, it is best for the Change not to use large transfer magic to change the sea area at will at first. Because no one knows if that guy is secretly watching the whereabouts of their boatload somewhere in this world!

So, the change ...... It seems to have been floating here for a long time.

"Bang!"

At this moment, in one of the cabins of this huge magic ship, a figure was sitting by the porthole. He had just drunk a full glass of red wine listlessly, and slammed the wooden glass on the table in front of him.

Beside him, the waves crashed against the portholes, making waves of crashing sounds.

It stands to reason that after being on the Change for so long, it seems that it is time to get used to this seemingly never-ending noise. However, he only felt that his mind was becoming more and more irritable.

"Draco...... Would you like another game of wizarding chess? ”

Yes, the young man who seemed to be looking upset at the moment was none other than Draco Malfoy. And the one who sat not far from him and asked him if he wanted to play chess was, of course, Miss Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl who had never let go of the other party.

That's right, "ever".

In fact, after experiencing the incident of infiltrating as a spy among the infidels, her eyes suddenly broadened a lot.

She saw what Maca was facing, and she saw the madness that was everywhere in the world - even the "love" she had always insisted on in the past seemed to be insignificant compared to those things.

To this day, she still has a crush on Malfoy, but apparently no longer acts as fanatical as she once did.

If there is a so-called "charm" from men of the same age, who better than that Marka McKellen is more in love with girls who crave love like her?

Although,Men like that are certainly not something that ordinary girls can touch.。

"Draco?"

Pansy sat quietly in her chair, looked at a gloomy Malfoy, and whispered again. In her tone, the original infatuation had gradually faded, which made her seem to have become much more mature.

On the other side, Malfoy, who had been called twice by Pansy, couldn't help but wave his hand and said impatiently:

"Don't play...... Don't bother me. ”

When Pansy saw this, she naturally didn't care, because she had always known each other very well.

Back then, Draco Malfoy had a domineering phase, a low-key and aggrieved period, and even a time when he was crazy. Now, Draco Malfoy is a mixture of despair, depression, and frustration, and even if he still has ambitions, he can only hide them in the deepest part of his heart.

However, what will never change or disappear in the other party is probably his bad temper that can't be changed.

"Okay!"

Pansy spread her hands, then stood up and turned to the hatch.

"Then I won't bother you...... Be quiet for yourself! ”

She and Malfoy were not the only ones in this cabin before, but Malfoy's stinky temper caused everyone else to go, and only the two of them were left.

And now, even Pansy is leaving.

At the porthole, Malfoy seemed to realize this, and subconsciously raised his hand towards the back of Pansy leaving. But he only moved like that, and finally put down his hand, and turned his head again to look out of the porthole.

It's a pity that there is nothing beautiful outside that can calm his mood, only the dark sea and sky.

“…… Damn it! ”

……

"Bang."

Pansy, who had just closed the hatch, heard a slam from inside—it was Malfoy's punch on the bulwark.

Of course, if she had to say it, Pansy could actually understand the other party's restless mood. The family's predicament, their own powerlessness, and confusion about the future are indeed very annoying.

To this day, the damage caused by Helmbo has left many dark wizards in deep despair. As for the original grievances and contradictions, they have long since become irrelevant.

Pansy walked down the hallway, thinking casually as she walked towards the area classified as the girls' dormitory.

She wanted to go back to her cabin and rest for a while.

It's just that when she thinks of a few Slytherin classmates in that cabin, she doesn't want to go back - who would have thought that those girls who are missing a root in their brains can actually enjoy the safety that Maca brings them, and at the same time still be able to speak ill of each other behind their backs?

Well...... Maybe Pansy herself might have been one of them before!

But now, after all the troubles she had been through, and she had become more aware of what kind of person Macca McClane really was, she had unwittingly become one of the few Slytherin students who fully embraced Maca.

As a shrewd Slytherin, you shouldn't be an enemy of such a powerful wizard with a huge charisma, should you?

As she reached the aisle that led to the women's dormitory, Pansy paused, but did not turn a corner, but continued along the passage.

After a few moments, she had made her way from the second half of the Change to the central staircase, and after a moment's thought, she stepped up the stairs to the deck.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Pansy, who was walking down the creaking wooden stairs, heard a soft sound behind her. She was a little stunned, and then she looked back a little while thinking about who was running out like her so late.

And the next moment, a huge figure immediately startled her slightly.

Is it Hagrid? No, although the "width" is enough, the "height" is completely incompatible - it is just a big fat man who is round.

"Ahh You are...... Mr. Hohenheim? ”

"Whew...... Call...... Well, yes! You are...... Oh, sorry, I can't seem to remember your name. ”

Of course, this fat man was Noah, who had just been sent by Maca a few days ago, and he was looking a little hard to pant at this moment. The face was pale and miserable, without any blood, and it looked unwell.

"No, it's okay, hello, I'm Pansy Parkinson - what's wrong with you? Is there something uncomfortable? ”

"Oh yes! As you can see, I seem to be a little seasick. ”

Pansy was a little dumbfounded when she heard this—the Change was sailing so steadily, it was almost the same as on land, and it could be seasick?

But before she could say anything, a sound of fighting from the upper deck suddenly made the two of them stunned in place.