Chapter 569

In this world where magic and science coexist, there is no lack of genius on either side. When Maka found that it was a little girl who had not reached school age who tossed about the explosion just now, he couldn't help showing his surprise.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Marca McLean is undoubtedly a young genius. Now his achievements in magic can be said to be beyond the reach of most people in their whole life.

But the so-called family knows their own affairs, and he knows very well where his skills come from. Without the scroll of truth left by royna Ravenclaw, I'm afraid he would still be an excellent student who is good at magic medicine. You may know better than your peers about immersing yourself in learning, but you certainly can't be called a genius.

On the road he has taken, the importance of opportunity is self-evident.

But Maka knows that some people are born with advantages that others can't deny. And the little girl who wrote this letter is mostly such a person.

He thought about it, glanced at the fat man around him, and suddenly came up with a bad idea that was not so kind.

"Master hornheim," said Marca with a smile, which made him look more kind. "Have you ever been to Hogwarts?"

"What?"

The fat young master was stunned when he heard the speech. I don't know why Maka suddenly brought the topic to this. But because it was Marca who asked, he was very fond of the big boy who was not much different in age, so he answered quickly.

"No, I haven't been to..."

"In fact, Hogwarts is still very good. If you are interested, I can take you later." Maka took the initiative to invite, "the scenery there is very good, and the students and professors are very hospitable. I believe you can be there..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Wizards across the table who were embarrassed by the explosion were not happy, and the wounded one shouted for an explanation from the fat man.

Maka was interrupted by the guy, so she glared at the other party with some dissatisfaction, and then waved it casually. Suddenly, the broken tabletop fragments and the broken tableware took off and were put together in the original position in an orderly manner.

Then he took out another magic medicine bottle and threw it at the man's hand. The bottle crossed an arc and landed firmly at his hand.

"Take a drink and you'll be well soon."

In the eyes of the people around, Maka's series of actions seemed to be flowing without delay. It was said to be a silent spell, but it was more like a spell that didn't even need to be written. The speed was unusually fast.

"What kind of medicine is this?" the guy asked subconsciously.

Maka glanced at him again, then waved, and the bottle of magic medicine jumped back to his palm. When he slipped it into his waist, it disappeared from the eyes of the people.

"It seems that you don't need it."

He turned his head and put his eyes back on the fat man again, leaving only the stunned face of the guy opposite.

It can be seen that when Maka unexpectedly took back the potion, the wizard soon became a little angry. But the other party obviously knew the story about Marka and Hogwarts not long ago. Under the reputation of exterminating two generations of the Dark Lord, he didn't want to offend the young strong man.

What's more, even in busbarton, Maka's strength has shown some. Smart people know that even if there may be some exaggeration in the rumors, the young man's name will never be empty.

Those who can represent one side of the power can't be fools. These people know very well what circumstances need to keep a low profile. So the guy quickly suppressed his anger and stood up decisively and left.

The fat young master of the hornheim family was particularly excited about it. He knows about Maka's strength, but he doesn't know it very well. But for the fat man, the most important thing is what he sees in front of him.

"How did you do it?" he asked curiously. "There is a long syllable in the mantra of the repair mantra. How can it be so fast? And you can repair a lot of things so accurately without even using a magic wand..."

"Oh, it's not too difficult," Marca thought and immediately replied, "wait... If you're interested, I can show you mine..."

He pretended to turn in his waist pocket. Then he looked up and pretended to be sorry. "I seem to have left my notes in the office... Ah, by the way! Weren't we talking about going to Hogwarts just now? If you like, you can sit with me when the situation here comes to an end."

"Office?" the fat man immediately became more curious. "Do you have your own office?"

"Yes!" Marca shrugged. "I'm currently a professor at Hogwarts, teaching students some content of ancient magic Literature..."

He followed the topic, praised some details of Hogwarts from time to time, and made no secret of his favor for his school. Especially after discovering that the fat man was particularly interested in those thrilling things, he picked out some stories about fighting Voldemort and greenward.

Nothing is more persuasive than the story told by the party. Before long, not only the fat man, but also the Wizards sitting next to him listened. Of course, most of what they heard was the version without trace adapted by Maka. In addition to being vivid and interesting, there was really nothing worth paying attention to.

However, when everyone was itching, Maka's story suddenly stopped.

"Oh, sorry -" he seemed to think of something and motioned to the fat man, "I still have some things to deal with. I have to visit a friend later. I'll talk to you about those things when I have a chance!"

"When?" the fat man asked eagerly, but the next second he suddenly said, "Oh! Yes, when you go to Hogwarts in a few days, it must be more interesting for you to continue talking while taking me around!"

Makaxin said that this guy is very easy to coax. Look, he has given Hogwarts the itinerary on his own initiative.

"Of course," he said, rising from his chair, "I'll see you later. Take your time - I have to go first."

After that, he took Fanny, who followed him up, and soon left the auditorium.

After passing a corner and no longer seeing the auditorium behind her, Fanny, who had not said a word from beginning to end, spoke softly.

"Sir, do you want to bring the miss hornheim into your Hogwarts?"

When Maka heard the speech, she felt there was no need to hide it, so she nodded down.

"Yes!" he said as he walked, "I'm also a professor. This time I came to busbarton for the school. Now I happen to meet a rare top student. How can I not fight for it?"

"That's true," Fanny agreed, but then wondered, "but is it... Is it too obvious?"

Fanny was right. Marca's invitation just now was a little explicit. Maybe the straight hearted fat young master may not be able to taste it, but the ghost Davide who has been guarding next to him must be able to see Maka's idea.

However, for Fanny's words, Maka seemed indifferent.

"It doesn't matter, just be direct," he smiled, "Sometimes it's not a good thing to have too many minds. There are many smart people in the world. No matter how deep you hide your purpose, no one can see it. Therefore, it's better to win the favor of others by directly showing your intention without hiding it... You see, isn't it normal for schools to recruit excellent students?"

After Maka said this, Fanny immediately understood the reason. Yes, sometimes it takes too much effort. Maybe it's really a thankless behavior. In this matter, it may be the same in some other aspects.

While chatting casually, they kept moving forward, and soon returned to the room.

"Sir, do you have any reservations for today's trip?"

After makakan sat down, Fanny earnestly performed her duties. She was more serious than careful and responsible for her work.

At least Maka, who has always been free and free, still feels a little headache about it.

"Miss brova, you'd better sit down first!" he said helplessly, "just now I asked you to go back to your room to have a rest, but you ran into an unexpected situation halfway... Let's not mention it for the time being. Now you should have a rest?"

"Sir, I did get enough rest last night," Fanny's stubborn spirit almost stood still. "Of course, if you still say about the task, I'll go back to bed immediately."

"All right, all right!" Marca sighed to herself. "I'll see Mrs. Maxim again later - in my own name, of course. After that, if I have time in the morning, I'll sleep a little longer... What do you think?"

"OK, I wrote it down." Fanny said solemnly, "do you need to bring any small gifts to see Mrs. Maxim? I think it would be more polite..."

"No, no -" Marca shook her head. "Mrs. Maxim and I..."

He felt that he would always be interrupted today, and the frequency was too high. Yes, just as he wanted to explain to Fanny, he heard a sudden noise outside the window.