Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() The next morning, in the auditorium, which should be the only destination on weekdays, there were only a few students except the teaching staff. Everyone seemed to have made an appointment. They didn't come here for breakfast the first time.

It stands to reason that at this time no one would be at the library door, but it was already overcrowded.

After knowing that Maca will be your future professor of ancient runes, everyone became interested in this elective subject, which was not so popular in the past.

It's not that they want to change the magic text class-after all, changing the elective subject is a troublesome thing, but this does not prevent everyone from looking at the new textbook content.

"... Wow! Really! Look at it! It says 'by Maca McLean'!"

"Yes, this is really cool! We used to be classmates with the devil who wrote the textbook!"

"Let me see! I want to buy one too--"

"You haven't taken the magic script class yet, don't squeeze in!"

"McLean ... No, Professor McLean didn't say it? Students who don't take electives can buy it! Even if they don't study, they can buy it as a memorial!

"Line up! All ... line up! Books ... no noise ..."

As soon as Harry and Ron came to the door of the library, they heard a noise inside, and even the scolding of Madam Pins, the administrator, was masked.

As for Hermione, she had already squeezed into it.

"Maca always makes a lot of noises ..." Harry couldn't help but look at the lively scene.

The culprit that caused this early morning commotion was walking slowly past the hallway and toward the auditorium.

"Oh, good morning, Professor McGonagall."

He saw a familiar figure at the side porch of the auditorium.

"McLean," McGonagall turned, smiling at Maca with a kind smile, "good morning ... welcome back to Hogwarts."

"Thank you, Professor." Maca nodded politely, and smiled, "To be honest, I remember the night you took us to the auditorium branch! I didn't expect that I would take the responsibility of a teacher so soon. ... "

"This is the result of your hard work," McGonagall slowed down and waited until Maca came to her side. "For you students, we are always a little overwhelming teachers ... Fortunately, You do better than we think. "

"It's all because professors are good examples for us students--" Marka said modestly.

But Professor McGonagall shook his head and walked forward, saying frankly: "No, I don't think so ... you are different from other students, and you always have your own mature opinions. I also misunderstood You, but obviously, you have proved with facts that you have a positive understanding of people, things, and magic. "

"Still I see, the sorting cap is clear-it's the best proof that it assigned you to Hitchpitch College."

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

"Your low-key simplicity is not in the surface, but in your heart." Professor McGonagall looked at Maca and said seriously, "Helga Hutchpark was not that low-key, she often cooks herself. , And then invite friends to host a banquet; in many academic aspects, she is not too eager to achieve achievements and show authority ... "

"... and in advocating for fairness and equality and recruiting Muggle-born academics, she spared no effort and even had multiple arguments with Sarah Slytherin."

"But even then, no one would think that Helga is low-key." At this point, Professor McGonagall stopped her footsteps. "Because, whether she likes the" food "thing, she is still studying it in secret. The matter of magic ... Of course, it also includes silently paving the way for a Muggle-born wizard and dedicating her life, all of which are proof of her low-key hard work. "

"This ... I dare not compare it with Ms. Hitchpac!" Maka laughed awkwardly.

"You work hard in the dark, all of us teachers are watching!" Professor McGonagall patted Maca's arm. "There is no doubt that you are a talented wizard, but the world has a good talent. There are many wizards, and how many Dumbledores can grow up? "

After all, Professor McGonagall turned and walked towards the teaching staff.

For a teacher like McGonagall, being able to teach a student like Maca is her achievement and her dream. This is what she has been pursuing in her life since she was determined to be a teacher.

Marka looked at Professor McGonagall's back, and before she knew it, she felt a little more emotion.

To be honest, he deliberately devoted himself to magic, just for himself. He never thought that his own achievements would sometimes become the achievements of others.

With this layer of understanding, Maca's heart could not help but add a little calmness. He is also constantly growing, and the source of nutrients for growth is exactly the kind of person who inadvertently gave him life insights, such as Professor McGonagall.

A person who lives in the world does more than just himself-for the first time in a person other than Luna, he feels a different sense of responsibility.

"Thank you for your teaching, Professor McGonagall." Marka spoke to Professor McGonagall, who was already in front of the teaching staff, "as your student, I have gained a lot of knowledge and teachings from you; now, as Your colleagues, I also hope you can guide me more on how to be a good teacher! "

Maca, who was originally a professor only because of the plan, finally decided to put aside the previous irresponsible thoughts in the words of McGonagall.

He deeply realized that the heavy responsibilities that a professor should bear are far from being able to bear the attitude he had before.

When Professor McGonagall turned back and cast a particularly satisfying look at Maca, Maca bowed her respectfully.

Over time, the number of people in the auditorium gradually increased.

Professor Grapland, who is responsible for the protection of magical creatures, talked to Professor Astronomy Sinista about astronomy, and they were discussing the horse astrological divination heritage.

The absence of Hagrid has once again attracted the attention of students.

"Dumbledore didn't say how long the woman named Grapland would stay ..." Harry had returned from the library and was walking towards Gryffindor's table.

"Maybe ..." Hermione murmured suddenly.

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

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

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

They talked as they sat down at the long table.

Hermione was trying to explain what was happening, but at this moment, a hula-huh sounded from the window above.

It was a large flock of owls, flapping their wings and falling down the hall. What followed was a variety of letters and parcels, as well as drops of water.

The owls were all wet and wet, with the fluff around their necks sticking together, looking extremely embarrassed.

Obviously, it was raining heavily outside.

Hermione stopped her words subconsciously, and she hurriedly moved the juice away to make room for an equally wet barn owl.

"Isn't the Daily Prophet only telling lace news lately? There's no substance ..." Harry wondered, "how are you still ordering it?"

"Anyway, this is the first newspaper in the British magic world," Hermione said, taking out today's newspaper from the waterproof tube.

As she was talking, she hung the empty waterproof tube back to the owl's feet, and by the way put a copper nat in the holster on the other foot.

Immediately afterwards, she opened the newspaper, hiding her entire face behind the newspaper, and closing the newspaper until Ron and Harry had finished their breakfast.

"Is there any valuable report?" Harry asked with a sip of orange juice.

"It still doesn't matter," she shook her head. "Even Maca's appointment as Professor Hogwarts is unknown."

"It still seems useless ..." Ron spread his hands.

At this point, Professor McGonagall had come over, walked down the table, and distributed the curriculum one by one.

"Merlin's chin!" Ron just glanced, then said frustratedly. "Magic history, potion lesson, divination lesson, dark magic defense class ... Old Bins, Snape, Trilawney, The old women with the last name Umbridge are concentrated on this day! "

"... It's terrible. I really regret that I didn't take the ancient magic script class!" Harry couldn't help but frown.

Unlike them, Hermione smiled happily.

"Maca's class is available today, in the afternoon-" she said with a little excitement ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I decided that I would like to review Runiwen more during the class and lunch break! "

"Is she going to raise her hand as soon as she enters the classroom?" Ron whispered when he saw it.

"I bet she can hold a whole lesson!" Harry nodded in agreement.

At the same time, Maca, who had finished breakfast, happened to pass by not far away. He glanced at Harry a few times, seeing that they had the curriculum in their hands, and could not help but smile.

"That being the case, let's prepare a lesson for a while ..."

Even if he is already too familiar with the contents of ancient magic literature, teaching others is no better than researching himself. Besides the knowledge itself, the teaching method also requires more thinking.

He can't really, like Professor Bins who teaches the history of magic, tidy up his knowledge from the beginning to the end, right?

"I guarantee that ancient magic literature is more interesting than you think!"