harry potter book of crimes

The ancient magic text classroom is a very bright classroom. Because there are many windows and they face southwest, in the afternoon, sunlight will invade the entire classroom through the window holes.

On the walls of the classroom, there are various slates, photos and rubbings hung, which are all magic script samples obtained by archaeologists.

It is those objects with an ancient flavor that give this classroom a mysterious charm.

Standing by the window and looking out, you can see the empty lawn in front of the castle. When the breeze blows, the neat lawn sways with the wind, quietly swaying into layers of green waves.

If you look further into the distance, you can vaguely see several continuous mountains. Although they cannot be seen from here, Hogsmeade Village is indeed in that direction.

Occasionally, one or two owls would fly from the side of the mountains, gradually enlarging from small dots, and then with a few faint flapping sounds, half-gliding to the West Tower on the left side of the field of vision.

At the top of that tower is the school's owl loft.

Speaking of which, the environment of the ancient magic text classroom is actually one of the best in Hogwarts Castle. Studying here will at least feel more relaxed and enjoyable than studying in the basement or other places.

Logically speaking, such an excellent environment alone is enough to attract many students to take this course.

However, the number of students who choose this elective subject, which is no less boring than the history of magic class and is even more difficult to understand than the divination class, is reduced to a handful under the admonitions of generations of seniors.

Maka gently pushed open the door of the classroom, looked around the classroom, and then walked towards the window. When passing by the desk, he conveniently put down the teaching materials and a list in his hand.

On top.

But when he took two steps forward, he turned around again and took the list back into his hand.

It was still a short while before the last class ended, and the classroom seemed empty at this time, and every step he took would leave a clear scratching sound.

Maka stood in front of the window, took out her wand and waved it, all the windows were opened, and a slightly cool breeze gently blew over his neck, making him feel a little refreshed.

He lowered his head and flipped through the list in his hand casually.

The number of new students admitted to Hogwarts is not fixed every year. For example, in the first grade where Maka and Harry entered, the number of new students was particularly small.

But no matter what, there are nearly a thousand students in the entire school. Even if the elective courses are only chosen voluntarily, they will not be as few as the list of elective students for the ancient magic text course in Maka's hand.

Currently, the O.W.Ls class that Maka takes over has a total of 56 third-grade students; and among the students in the sixth and seventh grades, there are only 15 students who choose the ancient magic text N.E.W.Ts class.

The fifth-grade ancient magic text class that will be taken next is the Makana class that has the smallest number of students in recent years. There are only 10 students in the four colleges combined.

What Maka is most curious about right now is, why wasn't this course just canceled?

No! In fact, there are only 9 students who are coming soon. As for the other student who is absent for some reason...

"Willy Blois."

Maka looked at the name on the list, confusion flashed across her face for a moment.

That's right, this school year, the girl who is full of mysteries has dropped out of school again. Although I don't know exactly what happened to her or what is happening to her. But the other party doesn't want to mention it, so he won't be ignorant.

We just have to come together to make things clear.

Some secrets will not make it easier just because they are told to others, just like Maka's own secrets, he doesn't want anyone to know.

At this moment, a clear ringing of bells came from the corridor outside the classroom. The previous class was over, and it was time for the students to move hurriedly to the classroom where the next class was to be.

Maka smiled slightly, reached out and took out a stack of small pieces of paper from her waist, then raised her wand and waved it a few times. In an instant, the pieces of paper flew by themselves, spinning and landing at his feet.

When he pointed at the square stool next to the lecture table for the last time, the only piece of paper left in his hand slid lightly to the seat of the square stool, and fell with it beside the lecture table.

At the same time, Maka's figure became hazy in a trance.

"...Come on, come on, it's right over here."

Along with the unexpected noise and bustle in the corridor, several students crowded around and pushed open the classroom door.

"Hey, McClain hasn't arrived yet?"

"Hey! It should be called 'Professor MacLean'!"

"Oh my, my, I haven't gotten used to it yet..."

In the ancient magic text classroom, the windows were all open, and the wind moved the curtains lightly, making them look like skirts flying in the wind.

The number of people in the classroom was increasing, and soon it exceeded the "9 people" that Maka had expected. It seemed that even some students who did not have classes came to observe on their own initiative.

It's not that the academic achievements Dumbledore listed last night made the young wizards tempted.

In fact, the reason why everyone came together was just because a peer like Maka suddenly appeared among a group of "adult" professors.

It is definitely impossible to say that you are not curious!

Everyone wanted to see how novel the course taught by this legendary classmate Maka would be.

Soon, there were many more people in the originally empty classroom; this ancient magic text classroom, which could accommodate up to 50 students, was now mostly occupied by students.

At the back door of the classroom, there was even a little Professor Flitwick. It seemed that he wanted to take advantage of the gap between classes to come and observe the first class that Maka was responsible for!

However, what makes Maka regretful is that no one noticed the inconspicuous square stool lying beside the lecture table.

Just then, the school bell rang.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

The crisp ringtone emitted by the magic bell in the foyer spread throughout every corridor in the castle, and two swaying figures walked in from the door just like that.

Luna was the first to come in. She was still looking around as usual, looking around in a daze, as if she was surprised that there were so many students in the usually deserted ancient magic class classroom.

Behind Luna was a panting female student, and her wizard robe showed that she was a Hufflepuff.

"I'm sorry, I-I'm late again!"

The name of this little witch is Hannah Abbott.

I saw her panicking and bowing deeply at the door, then straightening up in a hurry, as if trying to find the professor as much as possible.

To be honest, Hannah's behavior has been so rough since she first entered school. And in terms of being careless, she is even worse than Neville.

It seems that her whole life, she has been busy getting lost, looking for lost things and recalling other people's names. Sometimes it really makes people feel powerless.

In front of Hannah, Luna blinked her big eyes. Her silver-gray eyes swayed as if without focus, and she slowly passed by the lecture table.

Hannah hurriedly chased after her. It seemed that she never wanted to be left alone at the door of the classroom.

At this moment, Luna suddenly stopped, causing the reckless girl behind her to almost hit her in the back.

"Well?"

Although Luna usually looks like she is in a trance, her senses are surprisingly sharp in some aspects.

Her eyes were attracted by the square stool lying beside the lecture table.

Hannah quickly stopped her steps. After seeing Luna looking back, she subconsciously looked behind her and noticed the square stool for the first time.

"oh."

Hannah blinked inexplicably, then walked over habitually, reaching out to the square stool that had fallen to the ground.

Hannah Abbott is a reckless girl who can't even take care of herself, but her heart is clearer and more pure than many people.

Although she is always reckless, when others need help, this girl will always try to do what she can for others.

Maka and Hannah were students of the same class, and were sorted into Hufflepuff House. He knew very well that if it were this girl, she would definitely help the square stool up.

The only question is whether she can notice it.

The moment Hannah Abbott lifted up the square stool, a vague figure gradually appeared behind the gently dancing curtain by the window, and in the eyes of almost everyone in surprise,

It slowly became clearer.

It felt as if he was being separated from the invisible wind by an invisible force. Although it was a bit abrupt, there was no disharmony at all.

"Hold up the fallen square stool casually. This is an outstanding character that is inconspicuous but cannot be ignored-" Maka looked at the students in the classroom with a warm smile on her face, "Because Han

Na Abbe's behavior adds 5 points to Hufflepuff House."

"Wow! What is that? Is it the 'Xianyin Potion' invented by McClain?"

"It could also be a high-level magic spell - the Disappearance Curse. I heard a seventh-grade senior mention it..."

"Look, what are those pieces of paper on the ground? I didn't see it just now -"

As Maka's voice gradually faded, a low-pitched buzzing sound sounded in the classroom, and everyone couldn't help but discuss how Maka appeared.

"Everyone, be quiet!" Maka said, with a slight swing of the wand in her hand, the small piece of paper on the square stool fell back to a certain point on the ground, and his figure became blurred again.

Immediately afterwards, he shook the wand slightly, and the pieces of paper on the ground immediately flew back to his open left hand.

"In this first class, I will tell you one thing clearly - ancient magic literature has its unique charm and huge value!"