Chapter 382

"... if the Greek Ministry of magic has any new notice about this batch of students, the Ministry will send a notice letter to Hogwarts."

"OK."

In the hall of the atrium of the Ministry of magic, Umbridge was handing over with the person in charge appointed by the Ministry of magic, while Maka stood aside, followed by a group of young wizards of different ages.

Most of these little wizards were silent, and their eyes drifted around the luxurious and wide atrium lobby. Both the huge statues in the middle of the courtyard and the glittering Magic Fountain passed one by one in their eyes.

It can be seen that their vigilance is mixed with a trace of envy and expectation.

Although the Minos School of witchcraft and wizardry in Greece has been rebuilt, it has always been lack of funds, which makes the school neglect the repair and management. Obviously, it can not be compared with the increasingly complete British Ministry of magic.

But even so, it is also their alma mater, where they have been living.

Now the school is destroyed, and the former students are also dead and separated. That taste is determined to be hard. Compared with the mind alert to terrible disasters, the expectation for the future seems to be a little insignificant.

While keeping an eye on Umbridge, Maka is also quietly observing these little wizards who are about to be incorporated into Hogwarts.

But at least so far, there seems to be no difference between the business Umbridge side and the uneasy students, and everything is not beyond the reasonable scope.

It seems that this incident is just the aftermath of a dispute in other magic circles, that's all.

"... excuse me."

Maka was thinking about the specific situation of the Minos disaster. Suddenly, the oldest boy came out of the group of students and came to him.

"What's the matter?" Marca faced the student who might be older than him.

"Excuse me... Are you a student of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry?" the boy asked cautiously, speaking an unfamiliar but understandable English.

Maka looked up at the group of students and found that more than 20 other students were watching the situation nervously. It seems that the boy in front of him seems to be communicating instead of them.

"I used to be, but now I'm a professor of ancient magic literature at Hogwarts." Marka looked back at him and said, "my name is Marka McClane. After you enter Hogwarts, if you are interested in ancient magic literature, you are welcome to take my course."

"Professor?" the boy seemed surprised. He hesitated and secretly looked at Maka, as if he was guessing whether Maka was a pure blood human.

"Don't think about it," Marca smiled. "I'm really young, but as long as I have enough ability, there will be no absolute constraints in Hogwarts. If you can try to explore the mystery of magic, you will also have the possibility to break the secular conventions."

"Oh!" the boy was stunned, then nodded with surprise and admiration, "then you must be very strong - the professor of our school has mentioned many times that Hogwarts is a very excellent top magic school!"

When referring to the past Professor, the boy's eyes flashed a moment of gloom. It can be seen that the professor must have taken a lot of care of him, but now most of them have been killed.

"Yes, Hogwarts is really excellent," Marca nodded. "But the best is not the school, but the teachers and students in the school. It is the 'love' between people - this is what the last principal, Albus Dumbledore, told me."

"Dumbledore! Oh - I know him, um... Everyone knows him!" the other party nodded repeatedly. "The greatest White wizard in the world, he saved the whole European magic world!"

When greenward's power spread throughout the European continent, although the British magic world was not directly invaded, the Greek magic world was one of the hardest hit areas. Speaking of Dumbledore, perhaps the wizard family whose ancestors had personally experienced the disaster of that year was the most grateful group.

"Yes, that's right."

Marca is actually a little embarrassed at the bottom of her heart, because Dumbledore has "run away" now. If the boy knew Dumbledore had just died, he didn't know how he would feel.

These students will be in Hogwarts soon, and they will know it sooner or later. Maka was considering whether to say it first, but this time she was relieved by Umbridge.

"Professor McLean, you sign the papers and we can go."

After negotiating with the official in charge of the Ministry of magic, Umbridge turned back solemnly and greeted Maka for the final signing and handover.

"Sorry, we can talk later."

After Maka said a word to the boy, she went to Umbridge, picked up the document and looked at it. After finding nothing wrong, he signed his name.

"Then, the asylum students from Minos will be handed over to you two - you can take these students from the fireplace over there. The emergency line of the flight network in the Hogwarts hall has been opened for you."

"OK, please." Maka nodded to the person in charge, then turned around and waved to the students, "keep up... There are many people here. Don't fall behind. We're going to start moving!"

At present, the staff of the Ministry of magic are still at work. Although the flow of people is not as much as that during commuting, it is also quite a lot. Umbridge and Maka watched the little wizards go to the entrance channel on the other side of the atrium.

Marca, who was walking behind, was still watching the students carefully. He looked at each one carefully, but there was still nothing worth paying attention to until they lined up to pass through the fireplace one by one.

Finally, it was Marca's turn. He grabbed a flying powder, grinned secretly, and then disappeared into the fireplace with a surprisingly strong green magic flame.

"Hey! What's going on?"

In a corner of the Hogwarts foyer, two figures rushed out of the large fireplace, which was the emergency connection point of the few flying road networks in the school, and then a dull complaint sounded.

Maka looked back and couldn't help rolling her eyes.

"Well, it's finally happening -" he whispered, then hurriedly smiled, "Oh, is there something wrong with the fireplace of the Ministry of magic? Come on, go back while the emergency connection here hasn't been closed!"

Probably because he didn't have to fly the road network for a long time. Although he thought that his magic flame reaction when using flying road powder was different from ordinary people, he still forgot that there was a line behind him!

As the black wizard behind him was too close to the fireplace, the magic flame rushed out and took the other side to Hogwarts.

"Ah... Emergency connection point? Where is this?"

The black robed wizard looked left and right. It seemed that he finally understood the situation. He immediately grabbed another handful of floo powder, complained and drilled into the fireplace again.

When Maka looked back, she found Umbridge staring at him with his mouth closed, but didn't ask about the commotion just now.

When she saw Maka looking towards her, she even turned her head to avoid Maka's sight.

The students from Minos were looking back and forth between Maka and the fireplace with some curiosity, as if they were guessing what had just happened.

"Well, then... Come with me!" Maka did not make any explanation, but greeted everyone. "This way, you can take a rest in the small hall and chat with the ghosts in Hogwarts - this can also be regarded as one of the required courses for students entering Hogwarts!"

As he spoke, he led the way to the corridor on the inner side of the hall. Behind him, the Minoan students looked at each other and followed up.

In the hall, Umbridge, who was left aside by Maka, looked at their backs. He still had a boring fake smile on his face and didn't know what he was thinking.

……

"... please enter the auditorium with twenty-seven students!"

Standing at the side porch door, Maka immediately reached out and pushed open the door in front of her after hearing the faint call from the auditorium. Then he stepped into the auditorium with different eyes.

Behind him, twenty-seven students from the Minos School of magic and Wizardry followed him closely and followed him to the teaching desk without saying a word.

"Face the students and line up."

Maka directs these little wizards who are about to become new students to reproduce the Hogwarts orientation process that has been watching all the time.

Although these "freshmen" are of different ages and heights, and the number is only 27, this is the first time for him to personally perform the freshman enrollment ceremony.

When he had lined up the students, filch had put the four legged stool in front of the students.

In the auditorium, the little wizards at the four long tables were looking at the appearance of these "freshmen", and the subtle hum echoed quietly in the auditorium.

"Branch hat flying!"

Professor McGonagall, standing in the middle of the teaching staff, waved his wand. Not long ago, the old pointed Wizard Hat that had just "taken a bath" flew in from the side door that had not been closed and fell into her hand.

Maka found the branch hat, but did not put it on the four legged stool, but directly started the branch process under the guidance of Professor McGonagall.

"I called out my name, sat on the stool, put on my hat and waited for the division -" Marca took out the parchment roll, unfolded it and read it according to the name above, "Helen Shane!"