harry potter book of crimes

Early the next morning, in the auditorium, which was supposed to be the only destination on weekdays, there were only a few students besides the faculty seats. Everyone seemed to have made an appointment, and no one came here to have breakfast at the first time.

Logically speaking, there would be no one at the entrance of the library at this time, but at this time it was already overcrowded.

After knowing that Maka would be our future professor of ancient magic texts, everyone became interested in this elective subject that was not very popular in the past.

It's not that they want to change their Magic Text course - after all, changing elective subjects is very troublesome, but this does not prevent everyone from taking a look at the new textbook content.

"...Wow! It's true! Look! It says 'By Maka McClain' on it!"

"Yes, this is really cool! We once were classmates with the magician scholar who wrote the textbook!"

"Let me see! I want to buy a copy too -"

"You haven't taken the magic class as an elective, so don't squeeze in!"

"McLean... no, didn't Professor McLean say that? Students who don't take electives can also buy it! Even if they don't study, it's good to buy it back as a souvenir!"

"Quine up! Everyone... queue up! Books... no noise is allowed..."

As soon as Harry and Ron walked to the door of the library, they heard a commotion inside, and even the scolding of the administrator, Mrs. Pince, was drowned out.

As for Hermione, she had already squeezed in.

"Maka always makes a lot of noise..." Harry said helplessly as he looked at the lively scene.

The culprit who caused this early morning commotion was slowly passing by the foyer and heading towards the auditorium.

"Oh, good morning, Professor McGonagall."

At the door of the side corridor of the auditorium, he saw a familiar figure.

"McLean," McGonagall turned around and gave Maka a friendly smile, "Good morning...welcome back to Hogwarts."

"Thank you, Professor." Maka nodded politely and said with the same smile, "To be honest, I still remember the night you led us to the branch hall in the auditorium! I didn't expect that I would have to shoulder the responsibility of a teacher so soon.

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"This is the result of your hard work," Mag slowed down and waited until Maka came to her side before continuing, "For a student like you, we teachers are always a little unable to do what we can... Fortunately,

You did better than we imagined."

"This is entirely because all professors are good role models for us students-" Maka said modestly.

But Professor McGonagall shook her head and said calmly as she walked forward: "No, I don't think so... You are different from other students. You have always had your own mature opinions. I also misunderstood it at the beginning.

You, but obviously, you have proved with facts that you have a positive understanding of people, things, and magic."

"If you ask me, the Sorting Hat can see clearly - it is the best proof that you will be sorted into Hufflepuff House."

"I'm not low-key at all..." Maka shrugged.

"Your low-key and simplicity does not lie in your appearance, but in your heart." Professor McGonagall looked at Maka and said seriously, "Helga Hufflepuff was not very low-key back then. She would often cook by herself.

, and then invites friends to hold banquets; in many academic aspects, she is not shy about achieving achievements and demonstrating her authority..."

"...and when advocating for fairness and equality and recruiting Muggle-born academics, she spared no effort, and even had many arguments with Salazar Slytherin."

"But even so, no one would think that Helga is not low-key enough." At this point, Professor McGonagall stopped her, "Because, whether she likes 'food', or she is researching it alone in secret

Magic...of course, including silently paving the way for Muggle-born wizards and dedicating her life to it, are all proof of her low-key and hard work."

"This... I don't dare to compare with Ms. Hufflepuff!" Maka smiled awkwardly.

"Your efforts in secret are seen by us teachers!" Professor McGonagall patted Maka on the arm, "There is no doubt that you are a talented wizard, but the talent in the world is good.

There are many wizards, how many Dumbledores can be produced?"

After saying that, Professor McGonagall turned and walked towards the staff table.

For a teacher like Mag, being able to teach students like Maka is her achievement and her dream. Ever since she made up her mind to become a teacher, this has been what she has been pursuing in her life.

Maka looked at Professor McGonagall's back and unknowingly felt a little more emotional.

To be honest, he studied magic so wholeheartedly just for himself. He never thought that his own achievements would sometimes become the achievements of others.

With this understanding, Maka couldn't help but feel a little more calm. He was also growing, and the source of nutrients for his growth was people like Professor McGonagall who inadvertently gave him insights into life.

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When a person lives in the world, he does more than just himself - for the first time, he felt a different sense of responsibility from someone other than Luna.

"Thank you for your teaching, Professor McGonagall." Maka said loudly to Professor McGonagall, who had already walked to the staff table, "As your student, I have gained a lot of knowledge and teachings from you; and now, as a

Your colleague, I also hope you can give me more guidance on how to be a good teacher!"

Maka, who originally only became a professor because of the plan, finally decided to put aside those irresponsible thoughts after Mag's words.

He deeply realized that the heavy responsibilities a professor should bear were far beyond what he could bear with his previous attitude.

When Professor McGonagall turned around and cast a particularly satisfied look at Maka, Maka bowed slightly in respect to her.

As time went by, there were gradually more people in the auditorium.

Professor Graplan, who is in charge of the Care of Magical Creatures class, is chatting with Professor Sinistra of Astronomy. They are discussing the centaurs' astrological divination heritage.

Hagrid's absence once again successfully attracted the attention of the students.

"Dumbledore didn't say how long the woman named Grapeland would stay..." Harry and the others had also returned from the library and were walking towards the Gryffindor table.

"Maybe..." Hermione muttered suddenly.

"Maybe?" Harry and Ron asked in unison, "Maybe what?"

"I was thinking that maybe Dumbledore didn't want others to notice where Hagrid was -" Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Don't want others to notice?" Ron asked strangely, "But how is this possible?"

As they talked, they sat down at the long table.

Hermione was about to explain something, but at this moment, a huffing sound came from the window above.

It was a large group of owls. They flapped their wings and landed all over the auditorium. Along with them came all kinds of letters and packages, as well as pieces of water droplets.

The owls were all wet, and the down on their necks were stuck together, making them look extremely miserable.

Obviously, it's raining quite a bit outside.

Hermione stopped speaking subconsciously and hurriedly moved the juice away to make room for a barn owl who was also soaked.

"Isn't the Daily Prophet just telling some tidbits lately? There's no real content..." Harry asked doubtfully, "Why are you still subscribing to it?"

"After all, this is the number one newspaper in the British wizarding world," Hermione said seriously as she took out today's newspaper from the waterproof tube. "If you want to understand the trend of public opinion in the wizarding world, you must rely on it."

As she spoke, she hung the empty waterproof tube back on the owl's foot, and also put a copper nut into the leather case on its other foot.

Immediately afterwards, she opened the newspaper and hid her entire face behind the newspaper. She did not close the newspaper until Ron and Harry had finished breakfast.

"Is there any valuable report?" Harry asked casually as he took a sip of orange juice.

"There's still no important point," she shook her head and said, "There's not even any news about Maka becoming a professor at Hogwarts."

"It seems like it's still of no use..." Ron spread his hands.

At this time, Professor McGonagall had already walked over, walked back along the table, and handed out the course schedule one by one.

"Merlin's chin!" Ron only glanced at it and said in frustration, "History of Magic, Potions, Divination, Defense Against the Dark Arts... old man Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and...

There are old women named Umbridge who are all concentrated on this day!"

"...It's really terrible. I really regret not taking the ancient runes class!" Harry couldn't help but frown.

Unlike them, Hermione smiled happily.

"Maka's class starts today, in the afternoon -" she said slightly excitedly, "I have decided that I will take advantage of the time between classes and lunch breaks to review more runes!"

"Is she planning to raise her hands as soon as she enters the classroom?" Seeing this, Ron couldn't help but whisper.

"I bet she can lift a whole class!" Harry couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

At the same time, Maka, who had finished breakfast, happened to pass by quietly not far away. He glanced at Harry a few times and saw that they all had class schedules in their hands, and couldn't help but smile.

"In that case, let's prepare for the lesson later..."

Even though he is already extremely familiar with the content of ancient magic literature, teaching others knowledge is not as good as studying it himself. In addition to the knowledge itself, the teaching method also requires more thinking.

He can't really be like Professor Binns who teaches the history of magic class and just lay out the knowledge points from beginning to end without any energy, can he?

"I can guarantee that ancient magical literature is much more interesting than you think!"