Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Snape saw Maca, he knew that it must be the "mission" that had been done for McGregor's premise. However, he wasn't interested in anything out of the ordinary and never intended to participate.

"No."

As far as Snape's unpleasant character is concerned, Maca's face is already very big in the surrounding crowd. But no matter how big his face is, he will never buy it when it comes to certain principles.

At this moment, the bell of the class suddenly passed by the two people's ears and echoed in the corridor.

"I'm going to start class."

Snape, who had just paused, dropped a word casually, and continued to walk forward, and soon disappeared at the door of the Black Magic Defense Classroom.

"Oh!"

Mark turned back and looked at the tightly closed teachers, and could not help but grin.

"When the time comes, there will be people from outside the school to participate, and the black magic defense is a popular subject ... forget it, let me do it myself!"

In desperation, Maca shook her head and walked to Professor Bubaji's office.

Speaking of Ms. Carridi Bubaji, maybe it is related to her origins at Hitchpatch College. She is a very gentle and low-key professor on weekdays.

According to Maca's knowledge, while serving as a Muggle research course professor, she also devotes most of her leisure time to various activities that safeguard Muggle-related interests, and keeps a file in the "Muggle Research Society" More than ten papers of considerable value.

Of course, with regard to Professor Bubaji, these are not what impressed Maca the most. To say that the professor's most difficult thing is her tragic sacrifice.

If Maca does not appear in this world, she will be taken away by Voldemort, and after being subjected to cruel torture, she will be deprived of her right to life by the demanding curse in front of the main Death Eater members.

Now, thanks to the existence of Maca, all sad things will obviously not happen again.

"Tuk Tuk."

At this point, Professor Bubaki should be in his office.

"Come in! The door is unlocked—"

To be honest, Maca is also the first time to come to this office. After all, when he was in the third grade, he did not choose a subject that was not useful to him at all.

The office door opened silently, and Maca glanced into it before she went inside.

"Oh, Mr. McLean? You finally want to sit here with me ... Come on, come on, I just made a pot of tea, you must try it!"

Ms. Bubaji is also in her forties this year, but it may be because of her never optimistic optimism that her appearance is significantly younger than the actual situation.

Speaking of the more approachable Hogwarts faculty, apart from Professor Sprout, who "sees everyone as his family," it is probably that she is the easiest to approach.

"Thank you, please.

Maca followed her kindness to sit at the small table next to her, and while the other party went to the fireplace to pour milk tea, she looked around slowly.

It has been said before that almost every professor's office has a unique personal style. And like this Muggle professor who is keen on Muggle research, there are obviously many Muggle-related objects in her office.

For example, there are two small and exquisite airplane models resting on that neat desk, and there are several popular science books on airplane manufacturing beside the models.

For another example, Maca found a lot of promotional material about pigeon sport somewhere on the wall. Although the sport has suddenly cooled down in recent years, it is considered a classic in terms of how hot it was in the Muggle world.

And then again ...

"I'm going ... aren't I?"

As he slowly moved his gaze, Yu You looked at the bookshelf aside, and a white machine that looked like a brick suddenly caught his entire attention.

"Ga, Boy①? Handheld?"

Maca's mouth had been frightened.

He never expected that he would actually see a handheld game console in Hogwarts ... although he had already made some psychological preparations before coming to this office, thinking that he would find some connections with him here. Muggle world is closely related to "old stuff".

However, the brand-new handheld told him that his previous preparations were meaningless.

"'Boy'? Oh, you mean that little Muggle machine?" Bubaki came to Maca with two cups of milk tea, bowed to his right and looked at him, "That's me A pen pal from the Japan Magic Institute sent it to me, and he said it was a good thing ... "

"Unfortunately, she never wrote back to me, and I never figured out how to start it."

As she spoke, she handed one of the teas to Maca, adding:

"... I went outside and tried several times, but nothing happened except a red dot and a line of letters."

"Really?" Maca nodded subtly, "It's ... sorry."

While extruding a regretful expression, Maca squeezed all the vomiting that almost came to her throat. But he actually wanted to tell the other party-without a cassette, of course, there is only one line of words!

It seems that, at least for the concept of batteries, Bubaki still knows a little bit.

He didn't say anything, just took the tea cup and sipped the milk tea in the cup lightly. The smooth texture spread out in the mouth, slightly dilute a lot of exclamation marks in his mind.

"Wait until everything is resolved, maybe you can go to Asia to see it, it's more interesting than staying here."

Thinking of this, Maca couldn't help but sigh slightly.

"Well, Professor Bubaki, about the task that Professor McGonagall gave us ... do you have any help here?"

Leaving aside some messy things, Maca moved the subject away.

"Any help ..." Ms. Bubaji thought for a while. "Mr. McLean, I remember you are a Muggle-born wizard?"

"Yes, that's right!" Marka replied.

"That's good!" She explained immediately, "I think you should know that I'm a mixed blood and have been growing up in the magic world since I was a kid. Even if I have done a lot of investigations into the Muggle world, it is difficult to make I feel more realistic about it. "

Speaking of which, Bubaji spread his hands and asked:

"So, can you help me see if some of my preparations are problematic? I wonder if they seem strange in the Muggle world."

"Of course," Marka said cheerfully, "please say! I'm here for this!"

Seeing Maca agree so readily, Ms. Bubaji immediately expressed her thanks, and then hurriedly walked to a cabinet not far from the wall.

Not long after, she pulled out a rather large parchment from it, and came to Maca again at a brisk pace.

"You take a look at this first, I am going to use it as the theme to make a surprise for everyone!" Bubaji cheerfully said, "In fact, this is a research topic of my own, and I have spent several years on it. ... but, seriously, this big guy is too complicated, I have a lot of things I haven't figured out yet. "

Maca heard that, and put the tea cup on the small table, then reached out and took over the 3-foot-long parchment paper roll.

But when he untied the ribbon tied to the paper roll and unfolded it, the mood that had just been hardened to calm down once again stirred up huge waves.

Today, I am afraid that for the first time since he found his emotions, he has had such frequent emotional fluctuations!

"This ..." Marka looked up suddenly, and spoke in a strange tone that can no longer be suppressed. "Professor Bubaji, I think that as long as you continue to stick to your research, you will definitely become a reform in the contemporary magic world pioneer!"

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Professor Bins was troubled now because his idea was politely rejected by Maca, who ran to ask at noon, on the grounds of "nothing new".

However, no matter what kind of activities, what "new ideas" can the discipline of magic history produce?

He floated around in his office, his translucent body walking back and forth between his desks, but he was unaware of it.

The only ghost professor in Hogwarts actually didn't need any office, after all, he could not touch anything. But because of the diligent cleaning, the place still kept the look of the day he died, and there was almost no change.

"Well, the history of magic ... 'new ideas' ..."

Over the years, Old Bins hadn't thought about anything other than a lot of memories that would be packed into his brain during class time. That is, Professor McGonagall, the principal, made a speech, otherwise he would not be willing to ponder such a thing at all.

Compared with Snape, although this ghost professor has a little less desire for power, he is even worse than bad temper.

I think he was actually a violent temper during his lifetime. At the time of the founders of the Big Four, he was famous for his eloquence. He was a typical high-fighting mechanic who drowned you with saliva.

If it hadn't been for the long years, he wouldn't have thought that he was so hardworking and obscure now.

"Otherwise, take out those old things and count them ..."

Old Bins seemed to think of something suddenly. Wu nodded, then turned his head and floated on the wall on the right hand side, then went into the wall and left.

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