Chapter 381

No matter how bright the sun is, it will always go west gradually with the arrival of the night. Good times often make people sigh the ruthless passage of time.

While Monday has not yet arrived, we are trying to enjoy the last freedom of this day.

However, when the little wizards gathered in the auditorium to have a delicious dinner with their friends, they found that the plates on the table were still empty.

"What's the matter? It's already dinner time. Why hasn't the food been put out yet?"

The students in the auditorium gathered more and more, and soon all the usual seats were filled. Everyone whispered with their neighboring partners, and the sound of whispering was heard all at once.

Hermione, Harry and Ron also sat in the middle of the Gryffindor table, frowning and exchanging eyes, with a little uneasiness in their hearts.

Hermione, in particular, glanced at the teaching staff from time to time, but there was no one in the position where Marca usually sat, except that the headmaster's seat in the middle was still empty.

Professor McGonagall was still sitting in her seat with a straight face and said nothing.

Since Dumbledore left us forever, Professor McGonagall, as acting president, has always been reluctant to sit in Dumbledore's seat, and the same is true today.

As for the other professors, they also sat in their seats. Although they looked different, they did the same thing - they seemed to be waiting for something.

"... is Umbridge back? Has she played another trick?" Ron couldn't help whispering.

"Who knows?" Hermione frowned. "Although I don't know yet, in fact, Umbridge must be the most suspected."

"You should know later. It's no use guessing now." Harry looked at Professor McGonagall's grim expression and his heart became more and more heavy.

Just then Professor McGonagall suddenly stood up. Without her opening her mouth, the little wizards in the auditorium automatically stopped whispering and focused on her.

Obviously, everyone has been waiting a little uncontrollable.

"Dear students, let's wait a long time. But before dinner, I have to tell you three things -" Professor McGonagall tightened his face and said seriously, "first, there is a news from the Greek magic world that the Minos Magic School in Greece has been broken by an unknown force, and the local magic world is still investigating the specific situation..."

In the whole European magic world, Hogwarts in Britain, busbarton in France and demstrom in Scandinavia are the three famous magic schools.

But in addition to these three schools, there are some small-scale magic schools, and the "Minos School of magic" in Greece is one of them.

In fact, in ancient times, this long-standing magic school was also one of the world-famous magic schools. But in the rolling river of history, for various reasons, this school has long retired from the third class.

But even so, in the tone of the magic world, which is now tending to be stable and peaceful, the collapse of a magic school is undoubtedly very shocking.

Even a magic school that is about to wither itself is the same.

However, after all, it was a matter far away in Greece. Although most of the little wizards were surprised, no one understood now. Professor McGonagall told everyone what his intention was.

Just when the students in each college were confused, Professor McGonagall continued——

"... second, because the Minos School of witchcraft and Wizardry was suddenly destroyed, the Greek Ministry of magic must step up its investigation into the truth of unknown forces and protect the safety of ordinary local witches and people. Under the condition of insufficient manpower, the Greek Ministry of magic applied to the wizard Council for international assistance for the future of the surviving students."

"Therefore, the three magic schools, including Hogwarts, will receive a batch of survivors of Minos Magic School -"

At this point, Professor McGonagall paused, then shouted loudly, "please enter the auditorium!"

The door of the side porch of the auditorium was slowly pushed open from the outside.

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Half a day ago, the office of the professor of ancient magic literature.

Maka, who had just finished lunch in the auditorium and hurried back here, felt a wave of magic outside the door before she sat down.

Then, as expected, he heard a knock at the door.

"Please come in."

Maka stopped sitting. He turned directly and answered at the door.

The door of the office opened quietly, and Professor McGonagall with a solemn face strode in and nodded slightly to Maka.

"Good afternoon, Professor McGonagall," Maka nodded.

They are so polite, naturally because there are outsiders present.

Professor McGonagall didn't come alone. Behind her was a guy who no one wanted to see at present - Dolores Umbridge, a temporarily retired professor of defense against the dark arts.

"Good afternoon, young professor McLean." although I haven't seen you for many days, the greasy smile on the old woman's face still hasn't changed much, and even looks more disgusting.

"Well," said Marca with a smile, "good afternoon, old lady Umbridge."

In the face of Umbridge's provocation, Maka will not be polite.

He didn't even call each other "Professor", because even if the old woman came back and continued to take office, she would not be a professor of Hogwarts as long as she hadn't been publicly announced.

"Hmm -" Umbridge didn't care. She just turned and looked at MEG. "Mileva MEG, acting principal?"

"Don't remind me, I'm not old enough to forget things." Professor McGonagall frowned and handed a roll of parchment in his hand to Marca. "Professor McLean, take a look at this first, and I'll explain the purpose after reading it."

Marcello took the paper roll with some doubts, unfolded it and scanned it from beginning to end. In just a few seconds, he raised his head again, and his eyes passed silently over Umbridge's old face.

"Do you want me to hand over to the head of the wizard Council? Of course it's no problem..." Maka calmly said, "but... What's the situation in the Greek magic world? What attacked Minos?"

He asked Professor McGonagall, but his eyes remained on Umbridge's face, as if he wanted to see something from the fake face covered with a sweet smile.

Unfortunately, there was no change in Umbridge's expression at the moment, so people couldn't read what she was thinking.

"I don't know. Maybe I won't know until the follow-up investigation of the Greek Ministry of magic comes out." Professor McGonagall shook his head gently and then said, "now that you understand, I won't say much. Get ready. Go with Ms. Umbridge in half an hour!"

After that, Professor McGonagall turned and walked out of the office. Umbridge immediately took two quick steps and followed up.

She doesn't want to stay here. It's not good to be with Marca. Although they will certainly spend some time alone for a while, the shorter the suffering, the better.

With the roll of parchment in her hand, Maka went to the back chair in the nearby data pile and sat down. She unfolded the parchment roll again and looked at it again.

This is a document signed by the Greek Ministry of magic, the wizard Council, the British Ministry of magic and Hogwarts.

The content is basically: the Minos School of witchcraft and Wizardry suffered a terrorist attack. The Greek Ministry of magic applied for international assistance and asked the European schools of witchcraft and wizardry to accept the surviving students and arrange them to graduate normally.

The names, genders and ages of the more than 20 students assigned to Hogwarts are also written on it. As for other contents, there may be other documents or materials, but at least Maka didn't write it on this document.

"... Greece?"

Maka stared at the key words on the document for a while, but she didn't find too many clues.

"Does it have anything to do with greenward or Voldemort?" he thought for a moment and shook his head. "At least it has nothing to do with Voldemort - his attention is entirely focused on the British magic world, and at present, he must not have the energy to extend his hand so far."

"So... Is it greenward?" Marca wondered. "Suppose he did it, but what good can it do for him?"

He still knows something about Minos School of witchcraft and Wizardry. No, I have to say, in fact, any wizard who has carefully read the history of magic knows that this school has been completely destroyed in a war in the past.

The current Minos School of witchcraft and Wizardry was rebuilt on the original school site.

If you ask what you can get by breaking Minos, I believe all wizards who know that history have only one answer - nothing!

The Minos School of witchcraft and Wizardry has long lost its original heritage, both the teaching level and the treasures left in the school. Therefore, even if it is rebuilt with funds, the number of students it recruits each year is quite limited.

It is truly on the verge of extinction.

"Maybe... I think too much?" Maka inexplicably rewound the parchment. "The modern Greek magic world has always been in a mess. It is very difficult for the local Ministry of magic to maintain normal operation. No wonder it will apply for international assistance this time... There is nothing unreasonable."

"However, be careful. Let's send someone to Greece first!"

After some deliberation, he put it in his mind in advance, stood up and walked back and forth from the office.

It's time to hand over the more than 20 students of Minos with the person in charge sent by the wizard Council. It's time to change into a relatively formal wizard robe.

After all, he represented Hogwarts anyway.