Chapter 15 Meeting the Mysterious Girl Again

Malfoy lied to you, Hermione said to Harry. You see? He wasn't going to meet you there at all—Filch knew someone was going to the trophy room, and Malfoy must have told him that. Got the news!

Harry thought Hermione might be right, but he obviously didn't want to agree with Hermione.

Let's go. Harry turned around.

However, things are not that simple.

They had gone a dozen or so paces when they heard the rattle of a door knob and something burst out of a classroom in front of them.

That's Peeves! When he saw them, he squealed with joy.

Shut up, Peeves! Please, you're going to get us fired. Ron said bitterly.

Peeves giggled, and it didn't give a damn what Ron was saying.

You nasty freshmen, wandering around in the middle of the night. Tsk, tsk, tsk, naughty, naughty, you will be arrested. It imitated the sorting hat and said in a strange tone.

Peves, do you want to know how the silver blood on Bloodman Baron's body came from? Maca looked at it for a while, then suddenly asked.

Huh? Peeves was startled when he heard the name, obviously showing a trace of timidity, W-how did you come here?

Hey, let me tell you, Barrow has always liked to eat spirit monsters, even after his death... Maca's face suddenly became gloomy, and his tone of voice dragged on for a long time, looking a bit gloomy of.

I saw him passing by there just now, did you see him?

Oh no--

Peeves screamed and ran away through the wall with a whoosh.

Oh, Maca, you're so cool! said Ron, and Harry and Neville nodded in agreement.

Spirits? Hermione was a little strange, What does this have to do with Peeves, isn't it a ghost?

I asked the bloody Baron—Peves is a poltergeist, it's not a ghost. Maca shook his head, It can touch entities, which ordinary ghosts can't do.

You talked to Barrow the Bloody! He looks scary, doesn't he? Ron said in surprise.

Maca shook his head again, and while calling everyone to get up, he explained casually: Bloodman Barrow is a good guy, don't be intimidated by his appearance, he has always been loyal to Hogwarts, no matter whether he is alive or not. That's right. Alahoo hole!

The others were distracted by the act of him suddenly taking out his wand and chanting a spell. When they came back to their senses, they had unknowingly reached the end of the corridor.

Look for a place to hide first, at least avoid Feier first... Maca stopped talking.

What's the matter, why don't you go in? Ron asked in a low voice.

...I think, Maca backed out, he turned his head and said with an embarrassed smile, it might be a better choice for us to meet Filch.

Maca slammed the door shut again, and immediately there was a deafening roar from inside.

What a big dog. Harry seemed to glance at it before the door closed.

Yes, a dog with three heads. Maca spread his hands, and immediately said, Run!

As if matching Maca's words, the door vibrated violently, and the big dog must have been crazily banging it inside.

They went back into the corridor and ran, almost at a gallop. Filch must have been busy looking for them elsewhere, they hadn't seen him, and hadn't bothered to—they just wanted to get away from the monster as far as they could.

Harry and his party ran until the portrait of the Fat Lady on the eighth floor before stopping, only to find that Maca had disappeared.

I saw him running downstairs, probably back to Hufflepuff's dormitory. Hermione panted.

In fact,

Maca didn't go back to the dormitory directly, but first went to the Hogwarts kitchen to get some food - he didn't eat much for dinner, and now he ran back and forth, feeling a little hungry up.

...

For the current Maca, resting is a very luxurious behavior, because he always feels that there is not enough time.

After the night trip to Hogwarts with Harry and the others, Maca re-entered study and research. Not only Potions, but also the progress of other subjects should not be too slow, at least not too slack until they reached the level where they are not afraid of actual combat.

After all, there is another Voldemort watching in the dark! He didn't want to lose the ability to escape and protect himself when the Death Eaters army attacked.

After the invisibility potion is prepared, he will go to the forbidden book area at night. If possible, he would also like to study the so-called black magic to see how it differs from other magic in essence.

Time always goes by quietly inadvertently, and when you look back, you find that many changes have taken place around you.

On the eve of Halloween, Maca found out when he met the mysterious Slytherin girl again in the library. Before he knew it, he had spent almost two months at Hogwarts.

Excuse me, do you know where the book on 'How to Grow Shrunken Figs' is kept?

Another flat tone without ups and downs, another question almost the same as last time, and standing behind Maca again. This made Maca look at the girl speechlessly. After a while, he took out a book from the large pile of books in front of him and placed it in front of the seat next to him.

I just have it here, you can sit down and read. Maca suggested softly.

To Maca's surprise, the girl obediently pulled out the armchair, then put down the notebook in her hand, and quietly sat down beside Maca. He thought that this girl never listened to what other people said!

After a while, Maca watched the girl turn the thick book back and forth, holding a light green quill in her right hand, but didn't even write a single word in the notebook.

Is there any difficulty? Maca couldn't help asking.

Too many steps and too many words, I don't know where to start memorizing. The girl raised her head and said solemnly.

It was the first time that Maca had a clear look at the appearance of this mysterious girl—the big round eyes, the petite and exquisite nose, and the delicate skin that was so white that it almost seemed transparent, all proclaiming that this is a very delicate girl. lovely girl.

Well, as well as the few strands of hair that were faintly exposed under the brim of the hat, her hair seemed to be white, an extremely unhealthy white.

She probably doesn't like others to see her hair, so it's all stuffed in a pointed hat.

...Keep it in mind: shrunken fig, a deciduous plant with a strong root system that survives winter. Low water requirements, water 1-2 weeks apart; medium fertilizer needs, fertilize 3-5 weeks apart, dragon manure is best ...

Maca looked at the book sideways and recalled it for a while, and then said it out gradually while arranging its contents. The girl didn't seem worried that Maca would make a mistake, and wrote it down verbatim with a quill pen.

Maca watched the girl write the last letter and was about to say something when the girl suddenly closed the notebook and put the book back on the pile of books in front of Maca.

Immediately, under Maca's surprised eyes, he got up silently and left the library without saying a word.

—Again? Maka rubbed her nose and whispered to herself, Is it because I acted too annoying? Or is it because she doesn't like other people's help? Or, it's just pure Too introverted?

When he woke up the next morning, Maca could smell a cloyingly sweet roasted pumpkin smell in the hallway. To be honest, Maca doesn't like pumpkins, and he doesn't like any food made from pumpkins. The slippery texture of pumpkin flesh makes him feel tired.

After the first class in the morning, Maca walked through the crowded corridors with everyone. The next class was Professor Flitwick's Charms class, so he had to go upstairs.

...No wonder everyone can't stand her, Maca suddenly heard Ron's voice faintly among the crowd. To be honest, she is like a nightmare.

Then, he found a girl bumping headfirst into his arms.

Oh, Merlin! I think it's a bit too sudden, I'm not ready yet... Hermione? Maca took a closer look, this messy long hair, who is it not Miss Granger?

I think she heard you. Maca heard Harry's voice again, but didn't see where they were.

Oh, yes, I'm sorry. Hermione didn't seem to realize who she ran into.

Uh, it's okay, I mean, what happened, Hermione? Maca looked down at her, and found that her eyes were red, Who bullied you?

Ah! Maca, it's okay...

Hermione glanced up at him, then hurried away again. Maca looked at Hermione who quickly disappeared into the crowd, feeling a little bewildered—what happened?

Just like the so-called obsessed with authority, when you are in an environment, you will always ignore something because of the richness and variety of things around you. Until Maca came to the door of the restaurant at dinner time today, he overheard two Gryffindor girls talking to each other.

...did you see Hermione today?

I found Hermione just now, and she's been crying in the ladies' bathroom and won't let anyone comfort her.

Maca suddenly came back to his senses, and when he looked at the colorful Halloween decorations in the restaurant, he realized that at this moment, Quirrell should have been putting the troll in!

Third floor? Could it be Myrtle's bathroom?

Maca ran back quickly while thinking, and didn't feel something was right until he reached the second floor.

What is Quirrell's purpose... Oh! Philosopher's Stone!

In the past two months, Maca has been devoting himself to the ocean of magical knowledge, and has almost completely forgotten about the Sorcerer's Stone.

Then, where is it convenient to introduce the troll, and also convenient for him to avoid the crowd and escape? Maca calmed down and thought for a while, and then quickly came up with a conclusion——Hermione is in the basement!