Chapter 341

The environment of the ancient magic literature classroom is as good as ever, bright and transparent, and the sun is everywhere.

Of course, because of the excellent ventilation of this classroom, it's still a little cold if you don't cover the windows in windy weather.

However, today, after all, is the day for the continuation of magic literature class. Even the notice is posted on the bulletin board, so it is also crowded with students for a long time.

As soon as there were more people, it seemed that the indoor temperature was much higher.

The little wizards came here early. Both elective students and audience students sat together and chattered. It seemed that the atmosphere was quite lively.

Only among these students, one girl seems a little out of interest.

"No, I should be happier. I must raise my hands more later!" Hermione took her eyes back from Luna's back and flipped through the textbook absently.

"Moreover, that Umbridge will definitely come today... I can't make trouble for Maka. Pay attention when answering questions."

"No, no, no, it's better not to raise your hand?"

Her heart was in a mess. The pages turned to the end, but she couldn't even read a word.

"Lu, Luna..."

Luna and Hannah Abbott sat side by side in the two front window seats.

"What exactly does this' n '... Mean? Why does it represent both' oppression 'and' strength '?"

Although Hannah has grown up a lot more than when she first entered school, her appearance has changed a lot. But her somewhat introverted but rash character remained unchanged like her two golden braids.

At present, she is pointing to the Ninja character in her book and timidly asking her new good friend Luna.

Luna looked down at the bright blue sky outside the window.

Thick books and slightly rough edges of the pages seem difficult to see under the sun.

She stretched out her hand to cover the light. The warm sunshine fainted on the back of her white and soft hand, and even the extremely fine hairs appeared.

"Maka explained in class... 'n' represents' oppression 'and' restraint ', so there will be a feeling of' disappointment '. But only under pressure can there be' potential power '."

Luna explained softly that the slight sound line was like a wisp of warm wind around Hanna's ear, which made her feel itchy and subconsciously shrunk her neck.

"Oh, you missed the word 'potential' in your notebook." Luna glanced at Hannah's book and said leisurely in a trance.

"Ah!" Hannah nodded knowingly. "Thank you, Luna."

Luna smelled the speech and a smile appeared on her face, which was as delicate and soft as melting in the sun.

"Nothing," she said, shaking her head.

By the way, Harry and Ron really want to come, but they have to go to divination class this class. Although they don't like it from the bottom of their heart, they can't help it if they choose, can they?

At the moment, there are about a few minutes before the class bell rings.

Suddenly, there was a sudden hum in the classroom. The little wizards who had focused on books or the scenery outside the window suddenly looked up, but they didn't find Maka's figure.

Probably it happened too many times recently, so when we didn't see Maka, we habitually turned our heads and looked at the last side of the classroom.

Sure enough, Umbridge arrived.

She was still wearing the "pink and tender" clothes that only girls would choose, and she still had a "sweet and greasy" hypocritical smile on her face.

At the moment, she was sitting down on the back chair, and then the tablet she had been carrying around for nearly a few days was put on her close legs.

Considering that this small classroom is already full of people, the chair under her ass may have been brought by herself.

When she found that almost all the students looked back at her, she expanded her fake smile in the slightest indifference, so that the little wizards who were too tired to panic hurried back.

To say that Umbridge still has the ability, at least now every place she goes, the little wizards will subconsciously avoid it.

Although her disgusting "charm" is really admirable.

Umbridge's presence, as Hermione expected, was like pouring a basin of ice water into the classroom, which suddenly dissipated the originally lively atmosphere.

"Hasn't Marca arrived yet? Or is she hiding like the first class again?" Hermione couldn't help worrying. "He's always playing tricks. He must not be able... That guy must be prepared."

Of course, Marca is not in the mood to do it again. He just... Stepped on the bell and entered the classroom.

"Jingling bell -"

In the sound of the class bell, everyone was shocked, and everyone's eyes gathered at the door of the classroom.

"Patter."

At the moment when the bell was about to disappear, one foot stepped on the floor of the classroom. Then, in everyone's eyes, Maka walked through the door with a faint smile to the back of the desk.

He gently put his textbook on the desk, and then looked around the classroom naturally.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Is everyone all right?" asked Marca. "I remember I asked filch to post a notice before asking for leave to let everyone study by themselves, didn't I?"

"Of course, even when I was compiling this textbook, I had written it very carefully. But in order to limit the space, there are still details..."

"So, next, let's get together and watch the content of the last class!"

At this point, he paused a little and was about to continue his lecture. But Umbridge in the back coughed and stood up.

"McLean, cough, Professor McLean..."

Umbridge showed what he thought was the softest smile, "crisp" said:

"Maybe you don't mind if I remind you? As a professor of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry, especially an 'excellent teacher' like you, when asking for leave, you not only don't apply in advance, but also let the students study by themselves..."

"... is this a bit irresponsible?"

Maka didn't even change his expression. He just smiled and nodded to Umbridge, then shook his head, making people completely unable to guess what he was thinking.

"Professor Umbridge -"

"I'm here as' special envoy of the Ministry of magic, senior investigator of Hogwarts'."

As soon as he spoke, he was rudely interrupted by Umbridge, but Maka didn't feel disobedient at all. He nodded again, and his smile became a little meaningful.

"Really? Senior investigator?" a little puzzling appeared between his eyebrows. "What are you investigating?"

"In fact, there are a lot of work contents!" Umbridge suddenly changed into a whiny voice, which made the little wizards get goose bumps. "For example... Hogwarts's teacher background, the level of education, whether the class contents meet the corresponding standards... And so on."

"Oh! That's really good. Our Ministry of magic still seems to be very concerned about the learning and growth of the next generation!" Maka said, looking at Umbridge up and down again, "but -"

Here comes the subject!

Umbridge reacted for the first time, immediately focused his attention and was always ready to deal with Maka's next words.

"But, Umbridge senior..." Maka paused as if she had almost forgotten, "ah! Senior investigator, um... I'm not questioning you... I just want to know, are you qualified to evaluate the teaching level of teachers?"

Umbridge narrowed his eyes, but the bored smile on his face was more prosperous than before.

"If I want to talk about in-depth academic research, of course I don't have this qualification!" she seemed a little embarrassed and caressed the hair tip in her ear shyly. "But in school, the magic knowledge taught to children must be limited, which is a kind of enlightenment and guidance..."

"Don't look at me like this. I also graduated from Hogwarts and passed the n.e.w.t.s. if it's' what should be taught in school ', I think I should understand it, don't I?"

Her words were obviously prepared. She not only spoke clearly, but also accentuated her tone and pointed out a series of key words.

To tell the truth, there is nothing wrong with her views. People can't pick them out if they want to be picky.

Some of the students in the classroom with more active minds also saw the sparks from the collision between the two professors. They definitely support Maka, but they can't help sweating at this time.

"Of course, of course." Marca nodded, "but it's not good to say whether magic knowledge is deep or shallow! Just like the" fire mantra "we learned in grade one, it can also be -"

"The fire is blazing." "boom!"

Maka's wand pointed out of the window, and a fire dragon composed of flame flew past a row of windows. The little wizards were startled at first, but then they were excited.

"... it can also be like this," Marca said with a smile.

"Please... Cough... Please pay attention," Umbridge's face turned white. "This is not the content of the ancient magic text class?"

"Although you're not right... Well, I'm just giving an example." Maka shrugged and said casually, "since you don't like the 'fire curse', I'll take another example with the flavor of ancient magic literature!"

"For example..."

At this point, Maka knocked on the blackboard behind her with her magic wand. Just for a moment, a big character immediately appeared on it.

"... do you know 'it'?"