In the dark, a figure kept shaking back and forth in the potion professor's office, as if looking for something.

Although the other party had paid great attention, after all, time was pressing, and Snape's Potion storage cabinet and material box were turned upside down.

"What are you looking for? Compound decoction?"

A voice suddenly sounded behind the desk behind the man, frightening him all over.

"Avada is dead!"

With the "crash", a teacup was hit by green light and turned into a powder in mid air. Behind the desk, a white hand waved casually to disperse the powder mist.

"Little buddy crouch, isn't it?" the voice sounded again, calmly with a trace of laziness. "Why, why don't you come to me at Hogwarts? What are you hiding?"

"Marca McLean..."

There was no light in the room. They both hid in the dark and couldn't even see their faces.

"Hum..." little buddy smiled, but his wand was held more tightly. "It's worthy of being a wizard often mentioned by the Dark Lord... Even Dumbledore didn't find me, but you can stay here accurately..."

"Stop talking nonsense, are you ready?" Marca said in an impatient voice. "The Dark Lord should have told you the plan, but look, the first competition has passed... If I don't come to you, are you going to carry out it by yourself?"

"That's what the Dark Lord meant... Hiss ha..." little buddy grinned and his tongue stretched out like a snake. "This plan is very important to the Dark Lord. There can't be any mistakes... Do you understand?"

"Who do you think you're talking to?"

In the darkness, a sharp invisible blade flashed by little buddy Crouch's ear. He was surprised at first. He shrunk his head and touched his auricle. The late tingling sensation suddenly spread.

"You -" he lowered his voice and roared angrily.

"I think I have to warn you first... If you dare to delay my plan, I'll let you feel the soul magic more terrible than the heart drilling curse."

Before the words fell, a black fog skeleton rushed towards little buddy crouch at a very fast speed.

He could not understand why he could clearly "see" the same black skull in the dark. All he knew was that the skull was surprisingly fast and appeared so suddenly that he had no time to avoid it.

Then, he only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then there was a pain in his body that made him almost crazy.

That feeling is very similar to the pain of being punished by his master with the heart drilling curse, but different from the heart drilling curse, this pain comes very quickly, just like maximizing the power of the heart drilling curse at once.

He could even feel that his soul was being pushed out of his body by the Black Skull

"Isn't this magic fascinating?"

Maka waved her wand, and the skull turned into black fog again. He still sat in the armchair behind his desk and said softly: "it's not like the heart drilling mantra. Over time, there will be permanent soul damage - as long as I control the strength, it can continue until my magic power is consumed."

"Well, isn't it cool?" he paused and said to himself, "anyway, I think it's cool..."

Little buddy had no strength to speak. He was half kneeling on the cold floor, breathing heavily, but he was very sober.

"The compound decoction is at the bottom of the penultimate cabinet, the largest bottle..." Maka suddenly said, "leave what should be left, take what should be taken away, and then go back where it comes from."

"... I see."

Little buddy said weakly, honestly picked up a magic medicine bottle from the cabinet, took out an envelope from his arms and carefully put it on the desk.

"Then I'll go first..."

Maka didn't say a word, and little buddy didn't care - now he just wanted to get out of here as fast as he could and leave this guy as scary as the Dark Lord.

"By the way..."

Little buddy stiffened all over and settled in place with his mouth half open.

"Don't stick your tongue out in front of me in the future," Maka's voice brought the laziness at the beginning, but what he said made little buddy cold behind his back. "If you stretch it out again, I'll keep your mouth closed all your life."

"... yes."

He quickly shut his mouth and fled from the office.

But little buddy didn't know. Just the moment he closed the door, another man came out of the office.

"Are you really going to cooperate with the mysterious man now?" a greasy and frivolous voice suddenly sounded.

"What I did just now is what you're going to do." Maka didn't look back. He just spread his hands and said casually, "to tell you the truth, I thought you wouldn't respond to my invitation. After all, you know, the recent Hogwarts is very dangerous."

"I have more courage now than before," the man said with a smile. "Moreover, it's rare to have a chance to show my skills. I don't want to miss it!"

"I'm still wondering if you're too moist in the Muggle world to want to return to the magic world..." Maka said easily, "I've heard that you're a Muggle Jazz now - it's rare among wizards."

"I can't hang out with Muggles all the time. It's boring..." he looked very proud and spoke briskly. "I took advantage of this time to exercise my magic level. Now, I need a wonderful adventure full of dangers!"

"It's up to you," Marca nodded. "Don't mention your magic level, at least I can trust your acting... Take this and get used to it before the second project of the top three!"

"What about you?"

Maka didn't say anything more, because there seemed to be something outside - the sound was a little far from here, but it was very obvious in the silent night.

"You go first! Professor Snape will be back soon..." he waved his hand. "I've prepared the script for you. Then you just need to finish your play well, and the script will belong to you."

"No problem!"

The man patted his chest and soon opened the door and left.

On the other side, on one of the stairs that had just made a noise, filch was shouting angrily.

"What are you doing here? Do you want to wake everyone in the castle? I must catch you, Pipi ghost, I must catch you, you... Eh, what is this?"

Filch stopped.

There was only a slight click. It was the sound of the mechanism biting each other - filch picked up a box and closed it.

"Box?" filch whispered under the stairs. "My baby cat! This is the clue of the top three competition! A warrior belonging to the school... Whose is it again?"

"Pippi!" cried filch happily. "You stole!"

His terrible, flabby face and sharp, pale eyes were staring up. It was a dark, empty staircase.

"You're hiding, aren't you?" he whispered. "I'm going to catch you, pip... You stole the clue of the top three competition, pip... Dumbledore will never spare you this time, you dirty, sneaky, mischievous wild ghost..."

Filch began to climb the stairs, followed by his skinny, dark gray cat.

That's Mrs. loris, Filch's cat - it's very spiritual. It's staring at Filch's front as if it had found something.

"Filch? What happened?"

Filch stopped and turned.

There's a man standing under the stairs... That's Snape. He is now wearing a gray shirt Pajama, but his feet are still wearing a pair of mud stained boots.

But the trouser legs of his pajamas seemed too long to let people see what shoes he was wearing.

"It's Pippi, Professor," filch whispered viciously. "He threw the box down the stairs."

Snape hurried upstairs and stopped next to filch.

"Pippi ghost?" snape whispered, staring at Filch's box. "This is Porter's..."

He said, squinting sharply around, with a look of hesitation on his face.

"Professor, what are you doing here?"

"Of course not," snape snapped. "I just heard a bang and a scream --"

"Yes, Professor, that's the sound of the box falling -"

"I'll come and investigate -"

"- it was thrown by the peeves, Professor!"

Filch kept on talking, which made Snape smack his tongue impatiently.

"OK..." he said angrily, "I'm going to the office. Keep looking, if -"

Pedal, pedal, pedal

An unpleasant knock of wood stopped Snape.

He and filch both looked down at the bottom of the stairs. Before long, crazy eyed moody appeared limping. Moody wore his old travel cloak over his shirt pajamas and leaned on crutches as usual.

"Pajama Party, huh?" he said gruffly up the stairs.

"Professor Snape and I heard some voices, Professor," filch said immediately. "It's a prankster, throwing things around as usual --"

Moody took another step towards the stairs. His magical eye swept Snape, and then undoubtedly fell to a position next to the stairs.

Suddenly, his incomplete eyebrows jumped gently.