Chapter 2019

"What happened? There seems to be something wrong with Professor Snape's face just now?"

"Professor Snape's face is not always like that! It's as if everyone owes him kingaron... But it seems strange to call Professor McGonagall out on the way."

Professor McGonagall followed Snape out of the classroom after asking everyone to preview the next course. After that, the little wizards talked one after another involuntarily.

It must be said that since this is an extraordinary period, everyone basically knows more or less. So when this happens, most students can't help feeling a little uneasy.

"I just heard that Professor Snape seemed to say 'something's wrong' to Professor McGonagall... Maybe something bad really happened!"

Because Snape didn't speak very loudly before, and he spoke faster, the students behind the seat didn't hear what he said. However, there was no teacher at the moment. The little wizards kept passing words back and soon spread all over the classroom.

However, when people pass on their words, the content tends to be out of shape gradually. In the last row of the classroom, Snape's words to MEG had become completely frightening.

The most important thing is that the little wizard who will sit in the back row is usually the kind of uneasy type.

"Hey, I said... Do you want to go out and have a look?"

A curious Gryffindor little wizard looked at the heavier and heavier fog over the porthole and whispered with other students around him. And obviously, these reckless little lions are not very afraid of the possible dangers outside.

Soon, he persuaded several small partners who had always been together, and everyone was eager to try.

Finally, he said to Ernst, who was also sitting nearby:

"Taweng, do you want to join us?"

"No."

It's not surprising that Hufflepuff attended this class with Gryffindor. However, in fact, Ernst, who is more inclined to Slytherin in character, obviously doesn't have so much nonsense childish psychology.

But to be honest, he has become much more calm after those crises. Otherwise, at present, he might also want to go out to explore the truth - of course, for a completely different reason from those little lions.

But now, he just wants to sit here and wait quietly. Because he knows that he is far from being able to deal with any trouble freely.

Before long, he watched the Gryffindor boys sneak out the back door.

At the next moment, before he continued to focus on the book of spell theory, he saw another figure running hunched over from the seat in the middle of the classroom.

"Ernst, I heard what they said. It seems a little... Huh? Where's Bartlett?"

From the aisle in the middle of the desk, the cat came running with his body. It was erns's "old friend" Alexander. I have to say that their relationship has been closer in recent days. After class, they will run to the stern deck and practice together as before.

Of course, in fact, Ernst has completely lost his temper with Alexander's character, which is quite "dead skinned" in his opinion. Although he has never personally admitted the relationship of "best friend", it is obvious that he has basically acquiesced.

Hearing Alexander's question, Ernst pointed to the back door and didn't care much about the tunnel:

"I went out and said I wanted to see what was going on... A bunch of boys who didn't know how to live or die."

"Come on! Aren't you and I just a 'boy'?" Alexander sat down casually in an empty seat nearby and shrugged. "Everyone entered school in the same year."

"Hum, no matter how old you are, if you are mentally naive, you can only be a 'boy'!" erns looked up and glanced at him, and then said, "also, I think you are almost - don't go back to your seat? We are students, we should do what students should do, and don't meddle with others."

Alexander could not help scratching his head when he heard the speech.

"Really?" he said suspiciously, "but... Professor McLean won't mention it for the time being. After all, he dropped out of school and then became a professor... But aren't Mr. Potter and Miss Granger still students?"

"Do you have their ability?" Ernst glanced and shook his head again. "Don't think nonsense here! If I say you have this Kung Fu, you might as well study the magic spell more! Otherwise, I won't always be chased and beaten during practice recently, okay?"

After the last incident, Ernst almost no longer took the initiative to use the snake stick obtained from Slytherin, because he remembered clearly that Maka said that only by practicing with his magic wand could he effectively improve the level of casting spells. If you use more auxiliary props than your own strength, you will retreat because of dependence.

And perhaps it is precisely because of his mentality of immersing himself in hard practice that he has made great progress recently. Originally, his real strength could not surpass Alexander too much, but now, the latter obviously lags behind.

"OK!" mentioned this, Alexander also had to point to the bottom, "you are big, you has the final say!"

Having said this, he was about to get up and go back to his seat. But who knows, at this time, even if the waves outside were no matter how big, the change suddenly shook, and then slowly tilted forward.

This time, Alexander, who was walking forward with his bow, suddenly lost his center of gravity, hit his head on the floor, and then fell down next to another classmate's desk.

"What?"

"What's going on?"

"What happened?"

This inexplicable shaking surprised all the little wizards in the classroom. Even Ernst, who had just been calm, couldn't help holding the table and raising his head.

That is, at about the same time, the students sitting on the side of the side porthole suddenly began to cry in a low voice.

"Look outside!"

"Porthole! There seems to be something outside the window -"

"Look! I said what I saw just now!"

The last sound came from the first student who found fog outside. Many people looked out along their line of sight. Through the small round porthole, everyone saw that the window was much darker.

It was as if... Some very large creature had moved by the change.

"What is it?"

Ernst looked over there, frowned and whispered to himself.