Chapter 313

The ancient magic language classroom is a very bright classroom. Because there are many windows and they face southwest, the sun will invade the whole classroom through the window hole in the afternoon.

On the wall of the classroom, there are all kinds of stone slabs, photos and tuowen, which are samples of magic scripts obtained by archaeologists.

It is those objects with ancient flavor that make this classroom covered with a layer of mysterious charm.

Standing by the window and looking out, you can see the open lawn in front of the castle. The breeze blows out, and the neat lawn swings with the wind, quietly waving layers of green waves.

If you look further away, you can vaguely see several continuous mountains. Although you can't see them here, Hogsmeade village is indeed in that direction.

At that time, one or two owls will fly from the side of the mountains, gradually amplify from small points, and then half glide to the West Tower on the left side of the field of vision with a few weak wings.

At the top of that tower is the owl shed of the school.

In fact, the environment of the ancient magic language classroom is one of the best in Hogwarts castle. Learning here will at least feel more relaxed and pleasant than learning in the basement or somewhere else.

In principle, such an excellent environment alone is enough to attract many students to take this course.

However, students who choose this elective course, which is no less boring than the history of magic and is still more difficult to understand than divination, are always on the verge of being warned by generations of senior students.

Maka gently opened the door of the classroom, looked around the classroom, and walked to the window. When passing the lecture table, he conveniently put the textbook in his hand and a list on it.

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

It was a short time before the last class ended. At this time, the classroom seemed empty. Every step he took would leave a clear friction sound.

Maka stood in front of the window, took out her wand and waved it. All the windows were open. A slightly cool breeze gently brushed his neck, making him feel a little refreshing.

He lowered his head and casually turned over the list in his hand.

Number of the new students in Hogwarts is not fixed every year, especially in first grade when Marca and Harry entered school.

But anyway, there are nearly a thousand students in the whole school. Even if the elective courses are only voluntary, they are not as few as the list of elective students of ancient magic literature courses in Maka's hand.

At present, there are 56 students in three grades in the o.w.ls course taken over by Maka; Among the students in grades 6 and 7, only 15 chose the ancient magic n.e.w.ts course.

The next class of ancient magic writing in Grade 5 is Maka's class, which has the least number of students in recent years. The four colleges add up to only 10 people.

Maka's best surprise now is, why didn't you just cancel this course?

no In fact, there are only 9 students coming later. As for the other student who is absent for some reason

"Willie brova."

Maka looked at the name on the list and a moment of doubt flashed on her face.

Yes, this school year, the girl full of mysteries dropped out of school again. Although it is not clear what has happened to her or what is happening to her. But the other party doesn't want to mention it, so he won't go up without interest and have to make it clear.

Some secrets won't be easier to tell others. Just like Marca's own secrets, he won't want anyone to know.

Just then, there was a clear bell in the corridor outside the classroom. The last class was over, and it was time for the students to move in a hurry to the classroom where they should go for the next class.

Maka smiled, reached out and took out a stack of small pieces of paper from her waist, then raised her wand and waved it gently for a few times. In an instant, the pieces of paper flew up and landed at his feet.

When he finally pointed to the square stool beside the desk, the only piece of paper left in his hand slipped lightly to the stool surface of the square stool and tilted to the side of the desk with it.

At the same time, Maka's figure became hazy in a trance.

"... come on, come on, right here."

With the unexpected noise and uproar in the corridor, several students crowded around and pushed open the door of the classroom.

"Well, McLean hasn't arrived yet?"

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

"Oh, oh, I haven't adapted yet..."

In the classroom of ancient magic literature class, the windows are open, and the wind gently moves the curtains, which looks like skirts flying with the wind.

The number of people in the classroom is increasing, and soon exceeded the "9 people" expected by Maka. It seems that even some students who have no classes have taken the initiative to attend.

It's not that the academic achievements listed by Dumbledore last night moved the little wizards.

In fact, the reason why everyone came with us was just that Maka, a peer, suddenly appeared among a group of "adult" professors.

If you are not curious, it must be impossible!

We all want to see what the course taught by Maka, a legendary classmate, will look like.

Soon, there were many more people in the empty classroom; This ancient magic language classroom, which can accommodate up to 50 students, has been occupied by most of the students at this time.

At the back door of the classroom, there was even a little professor flavy. It seems that he wants to take advantage of the absence of class to observe the first class that Maka is responsible for!

However, to Maka's regret, the humble square stool lying on the side of the desk was still not noticed.

Just then, the class bell rang.

"Tinkling -"

The crisp bell from the magic bell in the hall spread all over every corridor in the castle, and two staggering figures stepped on the bell and came in from the door.

Luna came in first. She was still looking around in a trance as usual. She seemed to be surprised by so many students in the always deserted ancient magic literature classroom.

Behind Luna was a panting schoolgirl, and her wizard robe showed that she was a hutchpatch.

"Sorry, I, I -- I'm late again!"

The little witch's name is Hannah EBO.

She bowed deeply in panic at the door, then straightened up again in a hurry, as if looking for the professor as much as possible.

Seriously, Hannah's behavior has been so rough since she first entered school. She is more serious than Neville in the characteristics of forgetfulness.

It seems that all her life, she has been busy getting lost, looking for lost things and recalling other people's names. Sometimes it really makes people feel powerless.

Luna blinked her big eyes in front of Hannah. Her silver gray eyes seemed to shake without focus and passed slowly by the desk.

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

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

"Well?"

Although Luna is always in a trance, in some ways, her feeling is surprisingly sharp.

Her eyes were attracted by the square stool lying by the desk.

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

"Oh."

Hannah blinked inexplicably, then habitually walked over and extended her hand to the square stool that tilted to the ground.

Hannah EBO is a rash girl who can't even take care of herself, but her heart is clearer and purer than many people.

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

Marca and Hannah were students of the same class, and both were admitted to Hufflepuff college. He knew very well in his heart that if the girl were, he would go and help up the square stool.

The only question is whether she can notice it.

Just as Hannah Abbott lifted up the square stool, a vague figure gradually appeared behind the gently dancing curtain beside the window, and gradually became clear in the surprised sight of almost everyone.

The feeling was like that he was separated from the invisible wind by an invisible force. Although it was abrupt, he didn't feel any disharmony.

"Pick up the fallen square stool, which is an outstanding moral character that is insignificant but can not be ignored -" Marca looked at the students in the classroom with a warm smile on her face. "Because of Hannah Aibo's behavior, she added 5 points to hatch patch college."

"Wow! What's that? Is it the 'Xianyin medicine' invented by McLean?"

"It may also be a high-level magic spell - Phantom body spell. I heard the senior in Grade 7 mention it..."

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

As Maka's voice gradually fell, there was a low hum in the classroom. Everyone couldn't help discussing Maka's way of appearing.

"Everybody be quiet!" said Maka. With a gentle swing of the wand in his hand, the small piece of paper on the square stool fell back to a point on the ground, and his figure blurred again.

Then he shook his wand a little, and the pieces of paper on the ground immediately whirled and flew back to his spread left hand.

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