Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 694: Annoyed Ens
"Da...Da...Da...Da..."
It was night and cloudy, even the streets of Hogsmeade Village outside were just as gloomy. And in the corridor on the second floor of this pig's head bar, it was naturally darker.
As you move forward step by step, the old wooden floor under your feet will also make a crunching sound. Even if the body is lighter than ordinary people, stepping on it still inevitably makes a sound The sour movement.
Doesn't it sound like this sound that will step on the floor at any time? Wouldn't it alarm the people in the room at the end of the corridor? You know, it is because of someone there that he will come here.
Just...
At this moment, the figure walking in the darkness of the corridor has come to the door. But seeing that he unscrew the doorknob indifferently, the light in the room also fell on him, covering most of his figure in the light.
I can only see now that this is a guy who is covered in a black hooded cloak.
After that, he stepped forward and stepped into the room, closing the door conveniently.
This room has a very strong sense of unity with the dilapidated Pig Head Bar-the floor is still creaky, the walls are full of stains accumulated over the years, tables, chairs, benches, desks, wardrobes, everything is old Unbearable. Even the curtains that are constantly wagging in the night breeze have large and small holes and thread-off seams everywhere...
Oh, yes! The opposite window was wide open, and the outside wind was pouring into the room unscrupulously, stirring the air in the room desperately. The perennial wind and snow in Hogsmeade Village makes it look like winter all year round, and people can't help shivering when the window is opened.
But in this "excessively ventilated" room, a total of four people did not show any discomfort.
No, it's not quite accurate. Because except for the black-robed wizard who just came in, the other three people were standing or sitting, but they all maintained a constant motionless posture, without even blinking their eyelids.
However, the black-robed man who just came in from the door of the room was not surprised by this. He just looked around, and then opened the big hood on his head.
Just look at the face that is still a little immature as a young man, and you can understand that there is no doubt that this black-robed wizard is Maca.
"Um... there are only two people?"
In this room, apart from Maca, only one of the other three people 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 even one look at the wizard on the bed, as if he had no interest in the guy sitting there, he just looked back and forth at the other two wizards.
But at this moment, the person who had been sitting still on the edge of the bed suddenly stood up and walked silently to Maca's side.
In fact, this wizard who seems to be a little older is no stranger. Look at the brightly designed butler's clothes and the neatly trimmed white hair. Who is Edward, who is not Nicol Lemay's old butler?
But Maca just patted the opponent's shoulder without any other actions. From the perspective of Maca’s habit of treating others with “being kind to others”, all this seems unreasonable.
"Good job."
Maka's words suddenly broke the strange atmosphere in the room. And as he tapped Edward's right hand on the shoulder and suddenly withdrew, the silent old housekeeper was actually short at that moment, and in a moment turned into a terrifying-looking big spider.
Immediately afterwards, the half-person tall spider quickly began to shrink again, and then simply followed Maca's clothes and crawled into his sleeves and disappeared.
It's troublesome, but in fact the whole process only took more than ten seconds. The trace of the old Edward who was still sitting in the house was completely lost, as if it didn't exist from the beginning.
But for Maca, this is what was planned. After retrieving the alienated eight-eyed giant spider disguised with transformation, he took a few steps forward and came to the two unidentified people who were still motionless.
In fact, you don't need to look carefully to understand that the attire of the two people is almost the same, they are all wearing simple robes that seem to be familiar. It's just that right now they are all covered with a grayish white color, but they can no longer distinguish the original color of the outer robe.
But it doesn't matter, because Maca recognized the identity of the other party at a glance-this is undoubtedly the black-robed cultist who had fought with him in the palace of the Iranian magical world.
After returning to Hogwarts that day, he already knew that the old prophet would probably continue to participate in this contest, and the original goal of the old man would obviously be Nicol Lemay’s alchemical heritage—— That is to say, old Edward, the only LeMay housekeeper who apparently knew where he was.
Well, maybe after that prophecy, Maca, the so-called "painful heir", was the target.
So, Maca simply counted it, got a fake Edward out on the night of the event, and wandered around Hogsmeade Village for a while.
Sure enough, he immediately trapped the two attackers with this hand, and used the petrification ability of the alienated eight-eyed giant spider to successfully capture each other alive.
"...Now I hope Xiao Ba and the others will not be lost," Maca clicked on the two black-robed cultists in front of them, and reduced them in size. "Otherwise, just I can only count on digging out some intelligence from the minds of these two people."
Thinking about that, he put both of them away, and then he turned over the window and melted directly from the window into the gloomy night outside.
……
When Maca was relying on the spiders' guidance and tracking all the way away, most of the little wizards in Hogwarts had returned to the dormitories or common rooms of the colleges.
And Ens, who was "active" during the game tonight, was already sitting at the round table in the basement of Hufflepuff and doing today's homework.
Unfortunately, what happened today made him completely unable to concentrate, let alone write that boring essay on the history of magic.
"Call—"
Frowning slightly, Ens threw the quill back into the ink bottle with full of irritation, and a low sigh was inaudible.
It stands to reason that Draco Malfoy, who can be said to have absolute strength compared to himself, escaped, and it can be said that it is the blessing of Lucky Chocolate. If it weren't for the coma curse, he would have been beaten directly from the flying broomstick, and even fainted on the spot.
Yes, the sense of crisis brought to him by Blessing Potion was so strong that he couldn't think about the possibility of counterattack at all at that time. Apart from running away as soon as possible, I am afraid there will be no second choice.
But now, deep in Ensi's heart is still extremely unwilling. He really wanted to know how much he could do if he chose to resist at that time.
Will you win?
Even if he can't get even the slightest possibility of what he thinks, he still can't help thinking. Because there is no doubt that Malfoy is the strongest person he has ever felt since he entered Hogwarts.
Ens's will is obviously extremely strong.
That's why he can pass the test left by Salazar Slytherin; therefore, after facing an overwhelming strength that is almost irresistible, he will have the desire and fighting spirit to fight it.
That’s why he would--
"...For now, it's impossible for me to resist Malfoy alone," Ensi couldn't help narrowing his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc. "But the strength... and not just It refers to personal ability. Isn't having reliable friends also part of strength?"
Just as he urged Alexander to try Neville as a lucky chocolate experiment, although he is similar to the Slytherins in many ways, he does not reject the so-called friendship. It is only because of his character that it is difficult for him to give true trust, so that making friends is extremely difficult.
Of course, his broken mouth can sometimes be the culprit for a broken friendship, which he is somewhat self-aware.
"Oops, what I said in the library before, seems a bit too much..." Enston curled his lips, then sighed helplessly, "Well... I seemed to have mentioned it at that time. Or else..."
He seldom regrets certain things, and this time it seems that he will inevitably be upset.
"No, everything else is easy to say, you can't lose in the competition," Ensi shook his head resolutely, "Besides, that guy seems to have made a lot of progress recently, even if I don't let the water go. , Maybe... it’s not right, how could I lose to him?"
Thinking about it this way, he simply left the matter behind~IndoMTL.com~ and stopped thinking about it.
Taking up the quill again from the ink bottle, Ensi stared at the parchment in front of him for a while, and finally couldn't bear to raise his head and shout.
"Hey, which buddy has written a essay on the history of magic? Lend it to me to have a look--"
Even if your self-esteem is so high as Ensi, you can only choose to retreat in a head-on confrontation with the history of magic. No way, he slept the whole time in the history of magic, and only heard the first few words of Professor Bins in the first class from beginning to end.
Seriously, this course is not normal at all. Students would like to learn it. If it weren't for a compulsory course, I am afraid it would set a brilliant record with the least number of electives every year.
"Yeah, didn't you look down on my homework last night, I can't help it today..."
Hufflepuff College is always harmonious. Even if the anomaly of Ensi is added, it will not change the little badgers' happiness.
On this point, it is very different from the current stalemate in the Slytherin common room.