Chapter 22

The three encounters with Willie brova all ended with Marca's collapse, which made him feel a serious frustration for the first time, who had always been very confident in his communication skills.

After taking Willie to the entrance of Slytherin's common room without saying a word, Marca returned to her dormitory and fell back on the bed.

"What's the matter? You look dejected. It's rare for you!" Ernie, my roommate, said curiously.

"Nothing," Marca waved weakly, "just a little tired."

"Tired!" he added in his heart.

The next morning, as soon as Marca stepped into the restaurant, she saw Hermione coming towards him with a worried face.

"Was everything all right yesterday?" she looked up and down at Marca, and saw that he didn't seem to have changed. Then she began to talk again. "I said, you're too impulsive! I heard the meaning of the word from Ron last night, but I don't think we need to care about it at all! Malfoy is out of his mind! There's no need to see him..."

"... well, and thank you." Hermione was a little embarrassed at the end.

"You're welcome. Remember, we're friends!" Marca said with a smile. "And you have to change your wordy bad habit."

With that, Marca smiled and walked to Hufflepuff's long table, saying good morning to Harry and Ron.

"What's the matter with him? He looks refreshed. Is something good happened?" Ron responded to Marca, then looked at Harry and said.

"How do I know? I heard he likes to take care of the flowers and plants in the greenhouse. Maybe yesterday's punishment was just right for him!" Harry shook his head and replied jokingly.

"You two! Aren't you also Marca's friends? Don't you know to worry about him!" Hermione came over and sat neatly opposite them.

"It's enough for you to care about him!" Ron blurted as he stuffed fried bacon into his mouth.

"Marca, he's very capable. He's sure to handle the trouble," Harry thought and added. "At least he's much better than us."

"Yes! He can kill a troll alone! God, it's incredible to think about it now." Ron longed. "If only I could do it."

"Then you should do your homework well!" said Hermione. "Don't always deal with them casually."

"Oh - it's starting again," Ron groaned.

Maka looked at Gryffindor's trio from a distance and thought it would be better if life continued so flat and safe. For him, this leisure life, which is completely different from the past, is not exactly what he wants?

"McLean, come to my office after the morning course." he was thinking, but he heard a voice calling him.

"Oh! Professor spruot?" Marca saw her smiling. This time it was mostly a good thing. "OK, professor."

The first class in the morning was the history of magic. Professor bins, as always, explained the evolutionary history of the automatic stirring crucible to the students of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in his hypnotic tone. In the eyes of other students, this is a particularly boring content, but Maka gets a little inspiration from several examples - he wants to try to improve this crucible, which may bring his magic medicine fortune plan into the semi-automatic era.

Of course, it's obviously not that easy.

The second class is Maka's most troublesome deformation class at present.

To be honest, he has always liked this course, but his learning progress is very different from that of spell learning, not to mention the magic medicine he is good at.

Especially some time ago, when he saw several quite interesting records in the forbidden area, he felt even more difficult.

He found that the ancient demon summoning technique was inextricably related to metamorphosis!

Not to mention the obvious taboo of summoning demons. Maka guessed that summoning alone was inextricably linked to metamorphosis. That is white magic, which has been famous for its powerful destructive power since ancient times. It was once one of the main magic categories of many powerful white wizards.

Now, the relevant theories have been almost completely lost, but this is a wonderful topic worth exploring.

Such attractive and profound magic is a luxury feast for Maka. How can he not be anxious?

In the deformation class, Maka easily changed the match into a needle, and then changed back. While being praised by Professor McGonagall, he seemed even more distressed - obviously, such a slow progress was not his personal talent at all, which was the reason for the disease.

Should he ask Dumbledore that he saw the record of demon summoning in the forbidden book area and wanted to study it as soon as possible? Stop kidding!

After class, Maka walked quickly to the greenhouse. He wanted to fill his sadness with the unknown good news brought to him by Professor sprott.

"Benedictine" "please come in!"

Pushing open the door of the office, Maka immediately found another person in the office - Mrs. Hodge, a first-year professor of flight class.

"Hello, Mrs. Hodge; Hello, Professor sprott." Marca bowed politely.

"Oh yes, you're here, come here, boy." Professor sprott kindly beckoned humaka.

"Yes, yes, there is good news today," said Professor spraot. "Mrs. Hodge recommended you to join the Quidditch team of hutchpatch college!"

"Oh! I'm shocked to hear that! You know, if you really pass the selection test, you will become the youngest player in the Academy team in a century! I'm so proud of you!"

With that, Professor spraot even couldn't help holding Marca. She was really happy.

"Yes! I think there is no doubt that Mr. McLean can pass the temporary selection. The child has unprecedented talent in Quidditch. I think if he goes through a series of professional training, he may even be selected by a professional team as a student!"

"Well, is this true?" Marca really likes flying freely in the air, but she is only interested in Quidditch.

"Oh, of course! I have asked Dumbledore about whether the first-year students can join the Quidditch team. He thinks it is a proof of the students' excellence." Professor spruot said excitedly, "Dumbledore also likes this sport. He often takes time to watch the International League!"

"Oh, no - ah! I mean, my blood is boiling for it!" Marca said excitedly.

Now that the parties have agreed, everything will be easy. After lunch, Professor spraot took advantage of his lunch break and couldn't wait to give marcasse to Darren Chris, the captain of the hutchpatch Quidditch team.

Speaking of it, this gentle and helpful sixth grade boy is also the male prefect of hatch patch college!

"Marca, I've heard it from Mrs. Hodge before," Darren said, smiling and patting Marca on the shoulder. "Great! I've never heard that I can join the college team in the first grade."

"Yes! I'm also surprised. I don't even know if I can do it well. In fact, I've only done some simple flying exercises in flying class!"

Of course, sometimes I can't control it. Just fly blindly.

"No problem, no problem! We all believe in Mrs. Hodge's vision - you know, she has been a Quidditch cup referee for many years!"

"Besides, in fact, our college doesn't care much about the Quidditch Cup... At least I think Quidditch is a relaxing recess sport!" Darren said easily, "so I hate Slytherin. They always do anything to win."

"Oh, yes, I think so," Marca agreed with a smile. "Fly freely. I especially like that feeling!"

"Well, the lunch break is almost over! Come to the Quidditch stadium after class in the afternoon, and we'll give you a temporary team entry test. Look forward to it! Hahaha -" Darren waved away, and he was ready to go to class.

"Ha ha ha." Maka smiled awkwardly.

He found that the estimated time to go to the library has shrunk a large proportion in the future, which is not good news.

The afternoon class soon passed. Just as Maka was crowding to the common room with a large number of students in the corridor, he was pulled out of the crowd by a delicate white hand.

"Eh?" Maka was startled. After seeing who it was, he relaxed his breath. "Oh, sister Charlotte, what's the matter?"

"What can I do for you? I'll take you to the Quidditch stadium!" Charlotte said carelessly, patting Marca on the back and heart.

Take him to the court? Do you mean

"Is Xuejie a player of the Academy team?" Marca said in surprise.

"Of course! Didn't I tell you? We may be teammates in the future! If you want to see me every day, you have to work harder today."

Charlotte said casually while dragging Marca's hand, walking downstairs in the curious eyes of many students. Although they didn't hear what they were talking about, they didn't wonder which boy would change when they saw that Maka was pulled away by such a beautiful woman?

"Oh, sister! I said, don't pull, I'll go by myself." Maka said helplessly.

"I'm one of the three beauties of Hogwarts holding hands and showing off in public. What's wrong with this? You must enjoy it very much, my primary school brother." Charlotte smiled like an obscene aunt who was tricking little Zhengtai.

"Come on! I didn't find any enjoyment. The only feeling is that I'm watching the downstream street with a group of hungry wolf cubs!" Marca said with a bitter smile.

"Get cheap and sell well!" Charlotte smiled and patted Marca on the head, but she still let go of his hand.