harry potter book of crimes

"I saw you and Draco getting off the Knight Bus that day! I know you must have said something to Draco. You'd better be careful. My uncle has come out of the dungeons of the Ministry of Magic!"

Maka reached out and made a move, and the parchment in Navit's palm suddenly jumped up, drew an arc in the classroom, and stopped steadily in front of him. Along with the crumpled parchment

Unfolding on its own, these two sentences were quietly reflected in his eyes.

It turned out that an acquaintance had noticed Draco and the man he was riding on the Knight Bus with. At that time, Hogsmeade was crowded with people, and Neville was vomiting so inconspicuously that someone

It’s no surprise to see nature.

Although Pansy Parkinson is a girl with an ugly appearance and a bad character, she always likes to make fun of Gryffindors. But the only pure place in her heart is reserved for Draco. She

Seeing that Draco has always been extremely silent recently, and it probably started on that day, it's no wonder that she would think of Neville.

However, if this note was only seen by Neville, it would be nothing more than a threat. But Miss Parkinson never thought that Neville, who had never dared to cause trouble, would directly raise his hand to complain.

Now that this piece of parchment has fallen into Maka's hands, the consequences may not be as simple as deducting college points.

"What does it say?"

Slughorn came over curiously, but Maka didn't pay attention and directly sent the crumpled paper to the bald old man with a wave of his hand.

"Ms. Parkinson, I think it is necessary for you to come to my office after lunch," Maka said calmly, "Maybe you can have a good chat with me about your uncle."

"No...I...I was talking nonsense," Parkinson took a step back subconsciously, looking at Maka as if he were looking at a dementor that chooses people to eat, "I don't know where he is.

I……"

"It's class time now. If you have anything to say, please leave it to my office!" Maka waved her hand, then nodded towards Slughorn, indicating that he could continue class.

From the beginning to the end, Maka's behavior was quite casual. You couldn't tell the seriousness of the matter just by looking at him. But the little wizards were not blind. Anyone who glanced at Pansy Parkinson

Everyone knew that the contents of the note might not be as calm as Maka's face.

Slughorn was similar to Maka. After reading the words on the piece of paper, he also showed no concern about the matter. But unlike Maka, his calmness was based on "not taking the initiative to provoke

Trouble" is a life principle.

To put it simply, this old man just "just pretended not to see it".

After handing the piece of paper back to Maka, Slughorn cleared his throat, and then began to talk about the subsequent course content nonchalantly. Except for Miss Parkinson, most of the other little wizards gradually paid attention.

Li Fang returned to Slughorn's light-hearted explanation, and unknowingly put this episode aside for the time being.

During the rest of the class, Maka and Slughorn worked together to add a lot of highlights to the textbook knowledge, which made most students have a considerable change in the subject of Potions.

.

It is true that although Snape is definitely one of the best in potions, his teaching method is too boring. If every class is based on the blackboard writing, no matter how detailed the blackboard writing is,

And accuracy will always make people tired.

Listening to the humorous teacher's lectures, time always flies by, and the end of get out of class is here in a blink of an eye.

This time, the students felt a rare sense of reluctance, because in the second half of the class, Slughorn told an interesting story about his preparation of potions, but unfortunately he was interrupted by the sound of a magic bell.

"Okay, okay, I will take some time to finish it in the next class," Slughorn said with a smile, "Everyone, hurry up and pack up, the anticipated lunch time is about to begin!

"

After saying this, he did not leave first, but waited for the little wizards to leave the classroom one after another, and then packed up the teaching aids on the desk behind him.

It can be seen that Miss Parkinson still looked nervous when she left. Perhaps Maka, who had taken care of Voldemort and Grindelwald, was a terrible monster in her eyes.

Originally, Maka hadn't planned to get any information from her! But looking at her wavering attitude, she really had some expectations now.

"Mr. MacLean, it was quite a lesson, wasn't it?" Slughorn had already packed up his belongings and said happily while walking towards Maka.

"Yeah, I think they like you," Maka stopped thinking for a moment and responded with a smile, "This audit also gave me a lot of lecture experience, I will use them

Used in my ancient magic text class."

"Hahaha, you are so humble."

It's great to have someone to support you, especially a promising young wizard like Maka. Slughorn's mood became even better at this moment.

The two young and old people, who liked to compliment each other casually, happily walked out of the classroom side by side and walked along the corridor toward the stairs.

By the way, Slughorn did not ask Snape to vacate the Potions Professor's office because he felt that the office in the basement was too old and dark. In order to have a comfortable office

Due to the circumstances, he specifically asked Professor McGonagall to leave him the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Maka didn't know the specific details of the bargain, but he could guess that the old man must have included this in the conditions for him to return to Hogwarts.

"...This is indeed interesting. See you in the auditorium later. We can continue talking about this topic at the dining table."

When the moving stairs moved to a certain location on the third floor, Slughorn and Maca were temporarily separated, and then they walked to his own office.

…

In Britain, whether in the Muggle world or the wizarding world, lunch time always flies by. And what Slughorn said after class, "the anticipated lunch time", is more of a typical example

British jokes.

It seems that people are not that interested in lunch, and after hastily solving it, they return to intense work or study. If there is really leisure and atmosphere, afternoon tea time is the true enjoyment of the British.

Maka quickly finished his meal, and then returned to her office after politely declining Slughorn's "entanglement".

The appearance of this place has basically remained the same. It is so narrow that one can just throw his butt and put himself on the pile of paper. Whether he is sitting or standing, he may not be able to see Mr. MacLean behind the desk.

But our Mr. MacLean is currently immersed in sketching a draft, as if he is pondering some complicated magical problem.

He was waiting for Pansy Parkinson, but that was just by the way. The things he had to do were never less, but more and more because he kept moving forward. The pursuit of knowledge is endless, and he can do it in a lifetime.

There are only so many things to understand, and wasting time is equivalent to wasting life.

But to be honest, he is actually quite willing to waste his life sometimes, especially when he has nothing to do and nothing to do.

He thought for a while, then threw the quill in his hand into the ink bottle, and then turned to face the window with the Gordigon tea he had just brewed. When he reached out to open the curtains, the bright noon

The sun suddenly fell on his face, making him feel warm and cozy.

Looking down from here, you can catch a glimpse of the students in the front garden. Most of them took advantage of their lunch break to go for a walk and relax, chatting, laughing and playing with each other, but Maka couldn't help but sigh.

"This mentality needs to be adjusted, otherwise, the mental age will be lost to the uncle..." He looked at the energetic young people and couldn't help but secretly become vigilant.

Aging is usually the enemy of women, but when it comes to men, it is also the same.

At this moment, there were three slight knocks on the door of the office behind him. Just by listening to the sounds, you could tell the inner embarrassment of the visitor. Of course, Maka was not moved at all - he heard the knock on the door.

Before that, I sensed that the magic wave outside the door had been there for a while.

"Please come in."

As Maka finished speaking, the door quietly opened, and a cautious footstep slowly moved into the room.

"McLean...Professor, I'm here."

The person coming was none other than Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy's loyal follower. Unfortunately, she had liked Draco since she was a child, just like Ginny liked Harry... But Draco

The girl didn't feel anything.

"Sorry, my office is really not suitable for receiving guests," Maka turned around, carrying a teacup around the mountain of paper bundles, and appeared in front of Miss Parkinson.

He did not stop after appearing, but passed directly in front of Parkinson and walked to the small open space next to the fireplace.

When he raised his hand, a wing-back chair suddenly jumped out from a corner and landed just next to the burning fireplace. He himself sat casually on a small round stool without making any gestures.

Use your status to suppress others.

"Sit down! Miss Parkinson," Maka raised her head and nodded her chin, gesturing for her to sit down. "Don't be too restrained. You know, in terms of age, you and I are the same age."

He could say that, but how could Parkinson dare to treat him as an ordinary teenager? She sat down on the cushioned chair with a little timidity, but she felt uncomfortable no matter how she sat.

I squirmed around but couldn't find a suitable sitting position.