Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() The ancient runic class classroom is a very bright classroom. Because there are many windows and they are facing southwest, in the afternoon, sunlight will invade the entire classroom through the window hole.

On the walls of the classroom, various slate, photos, and inscriptions are hung, all of which are samples of magic texts obtained by archaeologists.

It is those objects with ancient atmosphere that make this classroom covered with a mysterious charm.

Standing by the window and looking out, the eye is the open lawn in front of the castle. When the breeze passed, the neat lawn swayed with the wind and quietly waved the green waves.

If you look further away, you can still see several rolling mountains, although you can't see it here, Hogsmeade Village is indeed in that direction.

At that time, one or two owls would fly from the side of the mountain, gradually zoom in from a small point, and then with a few faint flapping sounds, half-glided to the west tower on the left side of the field of vision.

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

Speaking of which, the environment of the ancient rune class classroom is actually one of the best in Hogwarts Castle. Studying here will at least feel more enjoyable than studying in the basement or elsewhere.

It stands to reason that such an excellent environment alone is enough to attract many students to take this course.

However, students who choose this elective subject that is as boring as magic history less difficult to understand than divination are always numbered under the admonition of generations of seniors.

Maca gently opened the door of the classroom, looked around the classroom left and right, and walked towards the window. As he passed the lecture table, he placed the textbooks in his hand and a list on it.

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

There was a short time before the last class, when the classroom seemed empty, and every step he took would leave a clear friction.

Maca stood in front of the window, pulled out her wand and waved it all. All the windows were open at the same time, and a slightly cool breeze ran across her neck, making him feel refreshed.

He lowered his head and casually turned up the list in his hands.

The number of new students enrolled at Hogwarts is not constant every year, and the number of new students such as Maca and Harry is particularly small.

What's more, there are nearly a thousand students in the entire school. Even if the elective courses are only chosen voluntarily, they will not be as small as those on the ancient magical script elective list.

At present, there are 56 students in the three grades in the .Ls class. Among the students in the sixth and seventh grades, there are only 15 students in the.

The fifth grade ancient runic class to be taken next is the one with the fewest students in recent years. The four academies only have 10 people.

Maca's curious thing now is, why didn't this course simply cancel out?

Do not! In fact, there were only 9 students coming in a while, and the other student who was absent for some reason ...

"Villi Blois."

Maca looked at the name on the list, a moment of doubt flashed on her face.

That's right, this school year, the young girl full of mysteries is out of school again. Although it is not clear what happened to her or what is happening. But the other party didn't want to mention it, so he wouldn't clumsyly go up to make a noise.

Some secrets are not easy to tell others, just like those secrets of Maca himself, he will not want anyone to know.

Just then, there was a crisp ringtone in the corridor outside the classroom. The last lesson was over, and the students should hurriedly move to the classroom where the next lesson should go.

With a slight smile, Maca reached out and pulled out a stack of small pieces of paper from her waist, then raised her wand and waved it slightly. In an instant, the pieces of paper flew up on their own, spinning and falling at his feet.

When he last pointed at the square stool next to the lecture table, the only piece of paper in his hand slid lightly towards the stool's bench, and with it leaned beside the lecture table.

At the same time, Maca's figure became hazy between the puppets.

"... Come on, here it is."

Along with the unexpected noise and hustle and bustle in the corridor, several students crowded and opened the classroom door.

"Well, McLean hasn't arrived yet?"

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

"Oh, oh, isn't this how you got used to ..."

In the classroom of the ancient runic class, the windows were open, and the wind moved the curtains lightly, as if they were skirts flying in the wind.

The number of people in the classroom was increasing, and it did n’t take long to surpass the “nine people” expected by Maca.

It's not that the academic achievements listed in Dumbledore's mouth last night drew little wizards.

In fact, the reason everyone came along was actually because a group of "adult" professors suddenly appeared as a peer of the same age.

Not curious, it must be impossible!

Everyone wants to see what kind of novelty the course is taught by the legendary classmate of Maca.

Soon, there were already many people in the originally empty classroom; this ancient magic script classroom with a maximum of 50 students was already occupied by students at this time.

And even at the back door of the classroom, there was even a little Professor Professor Flitwick. It seems that he wanted to take a look at the first lesson that Maka was in charge of while he had no class!

However, to Maka's regret, the inconspicuous square stool that had fallen by the desk was still unnoticed.

Just then, the bell rang.

"Ding-Dong-Dang—"

The crisp bells from the magic bells in the foyer spread through every corridor in the castle, and the two dangling figures walked in through the door.

The first to come is Lu Na. She still looks as usual, looking around with a stern look, as if she is surprised by the many classmates in the ancient desert runes classroom.

And behind Luna was a gasping schoolgirl, and her wizard robes showed that she was a Hitchpucci.

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

The little witch's name is Hannah Abo.

I saw her bow deeply and panicked at the door, and then straightened up again and again, as if looking for the professor's figure as much as possible.

Honestly, Hannah's behavior has been so rough from the beginning of school. And in the characteristics of losing three, she is even more serious than Neville.

It seems that in her life, she has been busy getting lost, looking for lost things and remembering other people's names, and sometimes it really makes people feel weak.

In front of Hannah, Luna blinked her big eyes. Her silver-grey eyes were shaking as if they were out of focus, passing slowly beside the desk.

Hannah hurried after her and chased after her. It seemed that she never wanted to stay alone at the entrance of the classroom.

Just then, Luna stopped suddenly and let the daring girl behind her almost hit her back.

"Well?"

Don't look at Luna's usual look of surprise, but in some ways, she feels amazingly sharp.

Her eyes were attracted by the square stool that was lying next to the desk.

Hannah quickly stopped her footsteps. After seeing Luna's eyes looking back, she subconsciously looked behind herself, and noticed the square stool for the first time.

"Oh."

Hannah blinked inexplicably, then habitually walked over and stretched her hand to the square stool that was lying on the ground.

Hannah Aibo is a daring girl who can't even take care of herself, but her heart is clearer than many others.

Although she is always reckless, this girl always tries to do what she can for others when she needs help.

Maca and Hannah are students of the same class, and they have been assigned to Hitchpatch College. He knew very well that if the girl was going to help the square stool.

The only question is whether she can notice.

The moment Hannah Aibo lifted the square stool, behind the curtain that was dancing lightly by the window, a fuzzy figure gradually appeared, and in the sight of almost everyone's surprise, It gradually became clear.

The feeling was as if he was being separated from the invisible wind by an invisible force. Although it was a bit abrupt, he didn't feel the slightest dissonance.

"Lifting up the fallen square stool, this is an outstanding character that is inconspicuous but cannot be ignored-" Maca looked at the students in the classroom ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ with a kindness on his face Smile, "Because of Hannah Abbott's behavior, add 5 points to Hitchpatch College."

"Wow! What's that? Was it the 'Elixin Potion' invented by McLean?"

"It may also be a high-level mantra, the Phantom Charm, which I have heard of in the seventh grade senior ..."

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

As the voice of Maca faded, there was a humming buzz in the classroom, and everyone couldn't help discussing the way Maca appeared.

"Everyone be quiet!" Maca said, swinging her magic wand gently, and the small piece of paper on the square stool fell back to a point on the ground again, and his figure blurred again.

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

"This first lesson, I will tell you one thing clearly-ancient magic literature has its unique charm and great value!"