Chapter 312

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

Normally, there will be no one at the door of the library at this time, but it is already overcrowded.

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

It's not that they want to change to magic literature course - after all, it's troublesome to change elective subjects, but it doesn't prevent you from looking at the new teaching materials.

"... WOW! That's true! Look! It says' by Marca McLean '"

"Yes, it's really cool! We used to be classmates with the magic scholar who wrote the textbook!"

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

"You didn't take magic class again. Don't squeeze over!"

"McLean, he... No, didn't Professor McLean say? Students without elective courses can buy it! Even if they don't study, they can buy it back as a souvenir!"

"Line up! All... Line up! Books... No noise..."

As soon as Harry and Ron reached the door of the library, they heard a lot of noise in it, and even the scolding of Mrs. pince, the administrator, was covered up.

As for Hermione, she had already squeezed into it.

"Marca always makes a lot of noise..." Harry said helplessly looking at the lively scene.

The culprit of this morning's commotion was slowly passing through the hall and walking to the auditorium.

"Oh, good morning, Professor McGonagall."

At the side porch of the auditorium, he saw a familiar figure.

"McLean," McGonagall turned and smiled kindly at Maka, "good morning... Welcome back to Hogwarts."

"Thank you, professor." Maka nodded politely and smiled, "to tell you the truth, I remember the night you took us to the auditorium branch! I didn't expect that I would shoulder the responsibility of a teacher so soon..."

"This is the result of your hard work," McGonagall slowed down and continued when Maka came to him. "For you, as a student, we teachers are always unable to do what we want... Fortunately, you are doing better than we thought."

"This is entirely because all the professors are good examples for our students," Maka said modestly.

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

"Let me say, it's still the branch hat that can see clearly - it's the best proof that it will assign you to Hufflepuff college."

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

"Your low-key simplicity lies not in the surface, but in your heart." Professor McGonagall looked at Maka and said seriously, "Helga hechpach was not so low-key in those days. She often cooked in person and invited her friends to hold a banquet; in many academic aspects, she was not reluctant to obtain achievements and demonstrate authority..."

"... when advocating fairness and equality and recruiting Muggle born scholars, she spared no effort, and even had many arguments with Salazar Slytherin."

"But even so, no one thinks Helga is not low-key enough." Professor McGonagall stopped her, "Because, whether she likes' food 'or secretly studying magic alone... Of course, it also includes silently paving the way for Muggle born wizards and devoting her life, which is all proof of her low-key and hard work."

"Well... I can't compare with MS. hutchpatch!" Marca smiled awkwardly.

"We teachers see your efforts in the dark!" Professor McGonagall patted Marca's arm. "There is no doubt that you are a gifted wizard, but there are many gifted wizards in the world. How many Dumbledore can you grow?"

With that, Professor McGonagall turned and walked towards the teaching staff.

For teachers like Meg, it is her achievement and her dream to teach students like Maka. Since she made up her mind to be a teacher, this is what she pursued in her life.

Maka looked at Professor McGonagall's back and unconsciously felt another trace of emotion.

To be honest, he studied magic so wholeheartedly only for himself. He never thought that his achievements would sometimes become the achievements of others.

With this understanding, Maka's heart can't help being more calm. He is also growing up, and the nutrient source of growth is the person who inadvertently gives him life understanding like Professor McGonagall.

When a man lives in the world, he does more than himself - he feels a different sense of responsibility for the first time in people other than Luna.

"Thank you for your teaching, Professor McGonagall." Maka said to Professor McGonagall, who had come to the teaching staff, "as your student, I have obtained a lot of knowledge and instruction from you; now, as your colleague, I also hope you can guide me how to be a good teacher!"

Maka, who was a professor only because of her plan, finally decided to put aside her previous irresponsible ideas.

He deeply realized that the heavy responsibilities that a professor should bear are far beyond his previous attitude.

When Professor McGonagall looked back and looked at Maka with great satisfaction, Maka bowed respectfully to her.

As time went on, there were more and more people in the auditorium.

Professor grapland, who is responsible for the protection of magical creatures, is chatting with Professor sinista of astronomy. They are discussing the Astrological divination inheritance of the horse people.

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

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

"Maybe..." Hermione muttered suddenly.

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

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

"Don't want to be noticed?" Ron said strangely. "But how is that possible?"

As they spoke, they sat down at the long table.

Hermione was trying to explain something, but just then, a whistling noise rang from the high window.

It was a large flock of owls, flapping their wings and falling down all over the auditorium. Followed by all kinds of letters and parcels, as well as pieces of water.

The owls were all wet, and the fluff on their necks stuck together. They looked very embarrassed.

Obviously, it's raining a lot outside.

Hermione subconsciously stopped talking. She hurriedly moved the juice away to make room for an equally drenched barn owl.

"Isn't the prophet daily just talking about some fancy news recently? There's no substance..." Harry wondered. "Why are you still subscribing to it?"

"Anyway, this is the first newspaper in the British magic world," Hermione said solemnly as she took out today's newspaper from the waterproof tube. "If you want to understand the trend of public opinion in the magic world, you must rely on it."

Just then, she hung the empty waterproof tube back on the owl's foot and put a copper NAT in the leather case on the other foot.

Then she opened the newspaper and hid her whole face behind it. She didn't close the newspaper until Ron and Harry finished breakfast.

"Is there any valuable report?" Harry asked casually after taking a sip of orange juice.

"There's still no point," she shook her head. "There's not even news that Marca is Professor Hogwarts."

"It seems useless..." Ron spread his hand.

By this time, Professor McGonagall had come over, walked back along the table and handed out the curriculum one by one.

"Merlin's chin!" Ron glanced at it and said in dismay, "history of magic, potions, divination, defense against the Dark Arts... Old Bince, Snape, Trelawney, and the old woman named Umbridge are all concentrated on this day!"

"... it's terrible. I regret not taking the ancient magic class!" Harry couldn't help but frown.

Unlike them, Hermione smiled happily.

"Maka's class is today, just in the afternoon -" she said with a little excitement. "I've decided that I'll review runiwen more during the break and lunch break!"

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

"I bet she can lift a whole class!" Harry nodded in agreement.

At the same time, after breakfast, Maka happened to pass by quietly not far away. He looked at Harry and saw that they were all holding the curriculum in their hands. He couldn't help smiling.

"In that case, I'd better prepare for class later..."

Even if he is already familiar with the contents of ancient magic literature, teaching others' knowledge is no better than his own research. In addition to the knowledge itself, teaching methods also need to be considered more.

Can't he really go through the knowledge point from beginning to end like Professor bins who teaches the history of magic?

"I'm sure the ancient magic literature is much more interesting than you think!"