Chapter 527

"I saw you and Draco get off the Knight Bus that day! I know you must have said something to Draco. You'd better be careful. My uncle has come out of the dungeon of the Ministry of magic!"

With a gesture from Maka, the parchment ball in the palm of navito suddenly jumped up, crossed an arc in the classroom and stopped steadily in front of him. As the wrinkled parchment unfolded itself, these two words were quietly reflected in his eyes.

It turned out that Draco's scene of taking the Knight Bus with him that day was noticed by acquaintances. Also, at that time, the flow of people in Hogsmeade village was surging, and Neville vomited and vomited inconspicuously. It was no surprise that someone saw it.

Although pansy Parkinson is a girl with poor appearance and bad character, she always likes to speak and satirize the Gryffindors. But the only pure place in her heart was all left to Draco. She saw that Draco was always very silent recently, and the beginning time was about that day. No wonder she would think of Neville.

However, if this note was only seen by Neville, it would be a threat. But miss Parkinson didn't think that Neville, who had never dared to provoke trouble, raised her hand and complained directly.

Now that this parchment has fallen into Maka's hands, the consequences may not be as simple as deducting college points.

"What does it say?"

Slughorn came up curiously. Maka didn't care. She waved her hand and sent the wrinkled paper to the bald old man.

"Miss Parkinson, I think it's necessary for you to come to my office after lunch," Marca said calmly. "Maybe you can have a good chat with me about your uncle."

"No... i... I'm talking nonsense," Parkinson subconsciously stepped back and looked at Maka like a Dementor who chose people to eat, "I don't know where he is, I..."

"It's class time now. If you have anything to say, leave it in my office!" Marca waved her hand and nodded to Slughorn, indicating that he could continue the class.

From beginning to end, Maka's performance is quite casual. He can't see the seriousness of the matter at all. But the little wizards are not blind. Anyone who glances at pansy Parkinson knows that the content of the note may not be as calm as Marca's face.

Slughorn was similar to Marca. After reading the words on the paper, he did not show his concern about the matter. But unlike Maka, his calmness is based on the life principle of "not taking the initiative to cause trouble".

In short, the old man is completely "just don't see".

After handing the paper back to Marca, Slughorn cleared his throat and began to talk about the follow-up course as if nothing had happened. In addition to miss Parkinson, most of the other little wizards gradually paid attention to Slughorn's relaxed and pleasant explanation, and unconsciously put this episode aside for the time being.

In the rest of the class, Maka and Slughorn cooperated to add a lot of highlights to the textbook knowledge, which made the vast majority of students have a considerable improvement in the subject of magic medicine.

Although Snape is definitely one of the best in magic medicine, his teaching method is too tasteless. If every class is learning according to the blackboard writing on the blackboard, no matter how fine and accurate the blackboard writing is, it will always make people tired.

When listening to a humorous teacher, time always passes quickly. In a twinkling of an eye, it's time to finish class.

This time, the students rarely felt reluctant, because in the second half of the class, Slughorn told an interesting story about his preparation of magic medicine, but it was interrupted by the magic bell.

"Well, well, I'll take some time to finish it in the next class," Slughorn said with a smile. "Please tidy up quickly. The expected lunch time is about to begin!"

After saying this, he didn't go first, but waited for the little wizards to leave the classroom one after another, and then packed up the teaching aids on the desk behind him.

It can be seen that Miss Parkinson still looked nervous when she left. Maybe Marca, who cleaned up Voldemort and greenward, was a terrible monster in her eyes.

Originally, Maka didn't intend to get any information from her! But look at her wavering strength. Now she really has a little expectation.

"Mr. McLean, it's a pretty good class, isn't it?" Slughorn had gathered his belongings and walked towards Marca with great interest.

"Yes, I think they like you," Marca replied with a smile after stopping a little thinking. "This audit has also brought me a lot of lecture experience. I will use them in my ancient magic class."

"Hahaha, you are too modest."

It's better for someone to hold nature, especially for a promising young wizard like Maka. Slughorn's mood is getting better and better at the moment.

The two old and young, who love to compliment casually when they have nothing to do, walked out of the classroom side by side and went along the corridor to the stairs.

Incidentally, Slughorn didn't ask Snape to vacate the potion professor's office because he thought the office in the basement was too old and dark. In order to have a comfortable office environment, he specially asked Professor McGonagall to leave the office of the professor of defense against the dark arts to him.

Maka didn't know the details of the specific bargaining, but he could guess at random that the old man must have included this in the conditions for his return to Hogwarts.

"... it's really interesting. I'll see you in the auditorium later. We can continue to talk about this topic at the table."

When moving the stairs to a certain position on the third floor, Slughorn and Marka were separated temporarily before they walked to his own office.

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In Britain, whether Muggle world or magic world, lunch time is always fleeting. What Slughorn said after class, the "expected lunch time", is more a typical British joke.

It seems that people don't have so much interest in lunch. After being solved in a hurry, they put themselves into intense work or study again. If there is leisure and atmosphere, afternoon tea time is the real enjoyment of the British people.

Soon, Maka settled his meal, and then returned to his office after politely refusing Slughorn's "entanglement".

The appearance here is still basically unchanged. It is so narrow that people can put themselves on a pile of paper at random. Whether sitting or standing, they may not be able to see the Mr. McClane behind the desk.

Our Mr. McLean, however, is now immersed in sketching a draft, as if he were thinking about some complicated magic problem.

He was waiting for pansy Parkinson, but it was just a passing act. He had never less to do, but more and more because he kept moving forward. The search for knowledge is endless. There are only those things that can be understood in a lifetime. Wasting time is tantamount to wasting life.

But seriously, sometimes he is willing to waste his life, especially when nothing is light.

He thought about it and threw the quill pen into the ink bottle. Then he turned and faced the window with the freshly brewed godigan tea. When he stretched out his hand to open the curtains, the bright sunshine fell on his face at noon, which was very warm.

Looking down from here, you can catch a glimpse of the students in the vestibular garden. Most of them go out for a walk and relax during their lunch break. They talk and laugh with each other, but Maka can't help sighing.

"This mentality needs to be adjusted, otherwise, the psychological age will run to Uncle..." he looked at those energetic young people and couldn't help being vigilant.

Aging is usually a great enemy of women, but it is the same when it comes to men.

At this time, three slight knocks suddenly sounded outside the office behind him. Just listening to the sound, you can know the inner cramp of the visitor. Of course, Marca was not moved at all - he sensed that the magic wave outside the door had stayed for a while before the knock.

"Please come in."

As Maka's voice fell a little, the door quietly opened, and a cautious footstep slowly moved in.

"McLean... Professor, I'm here."

It was pansy Parkinson, the loyal follower of Draco Malfoy. Unfortunately, she has liked Draco since she was a child, just as Ginny likes Harry... But Draco has no feelings for the girl.

"Sorry, my office is really not suitable for guests," Marca turned around, carrying a tea cup around the mountain of paper bundles and appeared in front of Miss Parkinson.

Instead of stopping after showing up, he passed directly in front of Parkinson and went to the small open space next to the fireplace.

When he raised his hand, a back chair jumped out of a corner and landed right next to the burning fireplace. He himself sat casually on a small round stool without putting on any airs of pressing people with his identity.

"Sit down, Miss Parkinson," Marca nodded her chin and motioned for her to sit down. "Don't be too restrained. You know, I'm your age."

He can say so, but how dare Parkinson really regard him as an ordinary teenager? She sat down on the cushioned armchair with some timidity, but she didn't feel strong. She twisted around and couldn't find a suitable sitting position.