Chapter 1635 The Change Number Under the Dark Clouds

The Revolution was still sailing slowly on the sea, and the power of magic prevented it from being affected by the increasingly turbulent waves, and it was stable without any shaking.

To be honest, the wind and waves in this sea area have been getting bigger and bigger recently, and the sky is also covered with dark clouds. It seems that a storm at sea will suddenly come at any time.

However, considering the bad news that Haierbo escaped and disappeared again from Maca, it is best for the Change not to use large-scale transfer magic to change the sailing sea area at present. Because no one knows at the moment, is that guy secretly watching the whereabouts of their crew in a certain corner of the world!

So, the Revolution... seems to have been here for a long time.

"boom!"

At this moment, in a certain cabin on this huge magic ship, a figure was sitting by the porthole. He just drank a full glass of red wine listlessly, and suddenly knocked the wooden glass on the table in front of him.

Beside him, the waves crashed against the porthole, crash after crash.

Logically speaking, after staying on the Change for so long, it seems that he should have gotten used to this seemingly endless noise. However, he only felt that his mood was becoming more and more irritable.

"Draco...do you want another game of Wizard Chess?"

Yes, the young man who looked quite upset right now was none other than Draco Malfoy. And the one who sat not far from him and asked him if he wanted to play chess was, of course, the Slytherin girl who had been unable to let her go—Miss Pansy Parkinson.

That's right, "was".

In fact, after experiencing the incident of lurking as a spy among the heretics, her vision suddenly broadened a lot.

She saw what Maca was facing, and also saw the ubiquitous madness in this world-compared with those things, even the "love" she had always insisted on seemed to suddenly become insignificant stand up.

To this day, although she still has a good impression of Malfoy, it is obvious that she is no longer as fanatical as before.

Speaking of the so-called "charm" from men of the same age, who else can make girls who are eager for love like her more attracted to her than Namaka McLean?

Although, a man like that is definitely not something that ordinary girls can get their hands on.

"Draco?"

Pansy sat quietly on the chair, looked at the gloomy Malfoy, and called out again. In her tone, the original infatuation has gradually faded, which made her seem to have matured a lot.

On the other side, Malfoy, who had been called twice by Pansy, couldn't help waving his hands, and said impatiently:

"Don't play... don't bother me."

When Pan Xi saw this, she naturally didn't care, because she knew the other party very well.

Back then, Draco Malfoy had periods of domineering, low-key and aggrieved periods, and even periods of madness. But now, Draco Malfoy is even more depressed, depressed, and frustrated. Even if he still has ambitions, he can only hide them in the deepest part of his heart.

However, what will never change or disappear in the other party is probably his bad temper, which seems to be irreversible.

"Ok!"

Pan Xi spread her hands, then stood up, turned her head and walked towards the hatch.

"Then I won't bother you... You should be quiet!"

She and Malfoy were actually not the only two people in this cabin before, but Malfoy's bad temper made everyone else go away, so only the two of them were left.

And now, even Pansy was leaving.

At the porthole, Malfoy seemed to be aware of this, and subconsciously raised his hand towards Pansy's leaving back. However, he just moved like this, and finally put down his hand, turned his head and looked out of the porthole again.

It's a pity that there is no beautiful landscape outside that can calm his mood, there is only the pitch-black sea and sky.

"……hateful!"

...

"Boom."

Pansy, who had just closed the hatch, heard a pounding sound from inside—it was the sound of Malfoy punching the bulwark.

Of course, if you have to say it, Pan Xi can actually understand the restlessness of the other party. The family's dilemma, their own powerlessness, and the confusion about the future are indeed very annoying.

To this day, the harm caused by Hai Erbo has made all parties, including many dark wizards, feel hopeless. As for the original grievances and conflicts, they have long since become indifferent.

Pansy walked the corridor like a stroll, thinking casually as she headed towards the area designated as the girls' dormitory.

She wanted to go back to her cabin to rest for a while,

However, when she thought of the Slytherin students in that cabin, she didn't want to go back—who would have thought that those girls with no brains could actually enjoy what Maca brought them While being safe, how can you still speak ill of the other party behind their backs?

Hmm...Perhaps Pansy himself might have been one of them in the past!

But now, after so much misfortune and a clearer understanding of who Maca McClain really is, she has unknowingly become one of the few Slytherins Total proponent of Maca.

As a shrewd Slytherin, he shouldn't be an enemy of such a powerful and charismatic wizard, shouldn't he?

When he walked to the aisle leading to the women's dormitory, Pan Xi paused, but he didn't make a turn after all, but continued to walk along the aisle.

After a while, she walked all the way from the back half of the Revolution to the central staircase, and after a little thought, she stepped on the stairs to the deck.

"Well?"

Suddenly, Pansy, who was walking on the creaking wooden stairs, heard a little "huh" behind her. She was startled for a moment, and then she looked back while thinking about who ran out like her at such a late hour.

And the next moment, a huge figure startled her a little.

Is it Hagrid? No, although the "width" is enough, the "height" is not right at all—it's just a big, round fat man.

"Ah! You are... Herr Hohenheim?"

"Huh...huh...well, yes! You are... oh, sorry, I can't seem to remember your name."

Of course, this fat man was Noah who was just sent over by Maca a few days ago, and he seemed to be panting with difficulty at the moment. That face was pale, without a trace of blood, and it looked like he was unwell at first glance.

"No, it's okay, hello, I'm Pansy Parkinson—what's the matter with you? What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, yes! As you can see, I seem to be a little seasick."

When Pan Xi heard this, she was a little dumbfounded—the Revolution was driving so steadily, it was almost the same as being on land, could it be seasick?

But before she could say anything, there was a sound of fighting coming from the upper deck, which suddenly made the two of them stunned in place.