Chapter 353: Narrow path

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"Apple Pie."
Hermione said sadly that the ugly monster in front of her jumped to the side.
A movable carousel swayed before her eyes.
She stepped up slowly along the wooden steps.
Pushed open the false door.
The decoration here seems to have never been moved. A few simple wooden boxes are placed on the solid wood desk. The rest of the items are arranged in an orderly manner. A feather pen lies quietly on the parchment paper. Perhaps, the old man is coming soon I used to work here.
A new portrait has joined the ranks of the late principals of Hogwarts College... Dumbledore slept in a golden picture frame above the table, and the half-moon-shaped spectacle frame rested on his eagle nose, looking serene And quiet.
But this is a dead thing, not a conscious portrait.
"Ah, ugly mud, what did you just move in this room, woke me up!" the portrait on the wall said fiercely.
"Who?" Only then did Hermione realize that she had entered the room, and then heard the scream of Phineas, the former principal.
"Be gentle with the little girl." Another chubby and kind lady also woke up, she was wearing a gorgeous shawl, wrapped tightly, and persuaded.
"What about Dumbledore's others? I've been driven away? I haven't seen him for almost half a year." Phineas asked the Hermione ignoring the female portrait's advice.
"Professor Dumbledore was attacked by Voldemort, fell behind the curtain of the Department of Mystery of the Ministry of Magic, and died." Hermione wiped her eyes and said sadly.
"Oh, is he dead? That's just right, I still don't have a companion." Phineas laughed, and then looked around, as if to stretch his head out of the frame.
"How about staying under me, there is still space here."
After the death of the principal of Hogwarts, some will choose to stay in the portrait and retain some pre-life awareness.
Different from that lifeless portrait.
Hermione would like to say a few words to him, but still respect the principal's decision.
"He will not choose to stay in the portrait. Death is not a fear for him. As he said, it was a great adventure." Hermione said softly.
"What about them?" She looked back suddenly at this moment, only to find that Harry and Ron were not there.
Obviously the two should always follow behind them.
Afterglow of her glance at the carpet, dust accumulated and her pupils shrank suddenly.
She saw a footprint.
She hadn't been there before, and the footprint was larger than hers, probably a male footprint.
Also, she only realized now that when she entered the door, the wooden door was false.
This made her sweaty, but she tried her best to stay calm.
Hermione took out her wand and opened the cabinet carefully.
Nothing.
"Is it an illusion?" Hermione murmured deliberately, turning her back and walking towards the other end.
Then she suddenly stopped her footsteps, turned around, lifted her wand, and quickly read to the empty cabinet:
"I fainted!"
Hermione's spell came out, but her heart was half cold, because she felt that her spell was missed, her wand was caught directly, and then lifted high, then tilted upward and hit Sawdust flew across the top of the cabinet for a while.
The whole cabinet began to shake violently
There are really people in the cabinet!
Even though he was very careful, the whole body was unbalanced by a strong pulling force, and was pulled into the cabinet. The black piece of paint lost its vision.
"Fluorescence..." She subconsciously wanted to regain her sight, but the wrist holding the wand was firmly imprisoned and her gesture was interrupted.
The spell was also interrupted.
"You..." Hermione wanted to question the coming person, but found that her mouth had been covered, and a somewhat rough palm pressed against her lips, making her unable to make a sound.
She began to shake her body and struggled desperately.
Who will appear in Dumbledore’s office at this time, what does he want to do?
But she was hugged sideways now, one hand was tightly locked, the other hand was still holding a magic wand, and she dared not throw it away, and couldn’t move it. Under the unconscious situation, Hermione bit her teeth as a weapon Go on, want to resist, let him let go of his pain.
Sure enough, the bearer let go, and the force that pressed her wrists subsided in an instant. Hermione's heart jumped, and when she was about to fight back, she only felt a pain in her neck, lost consciousness, and fell asleep.
Malfoy took the opportunity to leave the cabinet immediately and rubbed his hands.
He really didn't think he was so unlucky.
He did not expect that someone's perception was so sharp that he found his hiding place at once.
When he opened the cabinet and searched, he heard someone using a password outside the door.
Malfoy subconsciously hid in, after all, he didn't want to cause more trouble
When he heard someone approaching the cupboard, he also used the phantom spell.
In a small dark space, it was quite difficult to move. He couldn't even take out the wand in his cuff to cope with it. He couldn't even aim, he could only cast a spell on himself.
So when facing the discoverer, she also subdued her in a purely physical way.
Now he only has time to open the cabinet completely, let the light shine in, and look at the appearance of the person who came before him.
Then Malfoy's expression fell into a state of consternation, his gray pupil widened, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
This is really a coincidence.
He was a little stunned.
In a few months, this stubborn independent girl has matured a lot, the outline of her face is no longer so soft, slightly sharp, faded a little green, and more mature.
Hermione seemed to be the enemy of his enemy, almost every time she became a variable in her plan, causing some disturbance.
Fortunately, it didn't matter much.
Looking at the neat rows of teeth marks near the tiger's mouth, Malfoy was so distracted.
He remembered that Hermione had a pair of front teeth. Now it has become neat.
Then the itchy and painful touch was conveyed along the wound to his nerves, with a touch of numbness.
He changed a delicate rope and trapped Hermione. The wooden door was hidden, so that she would not be held too uncomfortable.
The rope can be freed with just a little effort, and it will be automatically lifted when the time for the transforming operation expires.
"Hey~EbookFREE.me~ kid, what are you doing!" Phineas just saw Malfoy's figure and growled loudly.
Although only just the back.
Although he was shouting mud and mud, he was also a man who had died for many years, but as a former principal, he could not allow students to be attacked in front of him.
"Oh my god, who are you." The fat woman screamed too.
But he could only yell a few times, and the portrait could never come out of the paper.
"Noisy old guy, be quiet!" Malfoy said in a low tone, tossing Hermione's wand at random, and firmly inserted it into the wall behind him.
The wand's tail quivered continuously.
Phineas was screamed in shock.
Malfoy ignored the man afterwards.
Instead, he pushed out the door.