Chapter 640

For a school, the most fundamental nature is the source of students. Each magic school has its own means to search for new students. Just as Hogwarts relies on the book of access inherited from ancient times and its supporting "pen of acceptance".

However, just sending admission notices to those selected children may not be able to recruit them smoothly. Take Harry for example. If Hagrid hadn't come out, he might never have stepped into the magic world in his life, let alone into Hogwarts.

With more and more Muggle born wizards in the modern magic world, how to properly guide those future students who cannot go to Hogwarts by themselves into the magic world has become an important topic. In fact, as one of the elective subjects, "Muggle research" is a specific inquiry course in this regard.

In Hogwarts, at least one professor will take this responsibility every year to observe and contact the magic awakened people outside the magic world to a certain extent. This is not only to ensure that those children can come to Hogwarts castle to feel the charm of magic, but also for their own safety.

You know, once those children with wizard potential are depressed spiritually in the Muggle world, they may gradually become silent!

This year, Professor McGonagall handed this seemingly insignificant but actually responsible work to Maka to guide the children isolated from the magic gate.

"Squeak --"

With the sound of the broken wooden door being pushed open, Maka walked steadily into the small tower on the second floor of the attached castle of Hogwarts castle.

The door of the tower is opened next to several parallel sundry rooms, but these doors are enchanted. If you don't understand to open it, no matter which door you open, you will only see an ordinary sundry room.

Maka knocked rhythmically on the door a few times before reaching out and unscrewing the handle.

As soon as he entered, he found that the ground floor of the tower was also crowded with all kinds of sundries, which was almost no different from the sundries next door. As soon as he got here, his vision was dim because there was no light source in it.

Outside the door behind him, light came in from his side, and the oblique light column formed a sharp contrast with the darkness in the room. In the misty light column projected in, the swirling dust particles are clearly distinguishable, which makes people feel that even the passage of time is slowing down a lot quietly.

When he walked around the mops, dustpans, broken wooden cabinets and old desks almost piled into a hill, and looked inside, he finally found another broken wooden door.

But what is inconsistent with the appearance of the small wooden door is that Maka can vaguely sense that it is obviously attached with extremely complex forbidden magic. If it were not for the person who had the opening method, even if he had cracked the external obstacles, it would be extremely difficult to enter the upper layer of the small tower through here.

Maka looked around curiously for a while. Then she stretched out her palm and silently cast a spell specially used to open the door. With the completion of his spell, the wooden door creaked and opened automatically, revealing the spiral staircase hidden behind it.

The wooden doors are old, and so are these stone stairs. Maka climbs up step by step. Her feet are full of looseness. People are afraid that if she steps on a heavy foot, it will collapse and fall apart.

Each of these stairs is higher than the other stairs in the castle, making the spiral staircase leading to the top quite steep. Fortunately, the tower was not high as a whole. Although it was a little hard to get up, it was not long before Maka found that she could see the trap door above her head.

"Click - bang!"

Probably because domestic elves are not allowed to enter here. Without those industrious little guys to clean up, there is especially much dust here. At the moment when the trap door was pushed open, there was a lot of flying dust falling into Maka's eyes together with the light.

He quickly narrowed his eyes, covered his mouth and cleaned the dust with a descaling curse. Then he straightened up and walked up.

As soon as she stepped on the round room at the top of the small tower, Maka caught a glimpse of the half man high stone platform in the middle. The surface of the stone platform itself and the bricks on the ground are engraved with old and ancient symbols, without any brilliance circulation, or even half magic fluctuation.

But even so, Maka still clearly understood that the stone platform and the books standing on the table were working all the time.

He is a wizard who is proficient in ancient magic writing. Of course, he meets hunting Xinxi for such obscure ancient magic traces. But now that we have learned about this place from Professor McGonagall, we can certainly come to study it at any time in the future. At the moment, we don't have to rush for a while.

After paying more or less attention, Maka took out her notebook and recorded the names and location information on the new page of the book of access line by line. As like as two peas, the mysterious magic book is identical to ordinary books, even turning up like a book without magic.

"Sarah hornheim? Hey, I already have a name on it, and I don't know if this talented girl will eventually choose Hogwarts..." Marca kept writing in the notebook hanging in front of her, and thought to herself, "Oh? Enns Taron... Isn't this the boy from little Delphi's neighbor's house? You can look back..."

More than ten minutes later, Maka, who finished recording the list, looked at it carefully again, and then nodded.

"There aren't many places to run. I should be able to handle it alone, so I don't need to bother other professors." after checking, he closed his notebook and took it back into his waist bag with a pen.

But just as he was about to turn around and leave, a very subtle flow of magic suddenly came from a distance, almost in an instant.

Sensitive to the fluctuation of magic, he turned around and looked at it.

At the moment he looked back, the "acceptance pen" that had been silently inserted in the ink bottle had already floated over the book of access, and the tip of the pen was about to fall on the page. But the next second, the book of access with the Black Dragon Skin Cover suddenly slid to the side and closed automatically with a "pop".

Just before coming here, Professor McGonagall judged that there was undoubtedly a magic rampage that was sensed by the "acceptance pen" but not recognized by the book of access.

There are many kinds of magic riots of little wizards.

According to their own magic talent, the higher the magic activity, the higher the intensity of children's violent walk, and the more determined the spirit, the more ingenious the form of children's violent walk.

In addition, of course, there are some special cases, such as the perfect control unconsciously formed like Maka's magic rampage in those years; For another example, like Voldemort in his childhood, he can freely control magic to achieve his own will to a certain extent.

Just like these special cases, they can be recognized by the book of access and the pen of acceptance at the same time, and their names can be written on the page at the first time. If not, it may be necessary to conduct follow-up observation through the cautious book of access, so as to retain its name after repeated investigation.

Since the name was not immediately included in the list of pages, Maka thought, then turned and left first. Because he knows that the observation time of the book of access can be long or short. If he chooses to stay and wait, who knows when he will have a result? We might as well check it later.

"I hope you can be chosen too!" said Maka, glancing at the stone platform again before closing the trap door.

……

In fact, the weather today is not very good. There is more or less sunshine in the morning, but in the afternoon, the air becomes gloomy. But Britain is like this. The gray sky is the norm. It's strange to see you all day.

Maka had been to a family before lunch. At present, his task is just to have a look. If he really needs to make contact, he must be in the period before the beginning of school.

At the moment, he was sitting in the tram, looking at the street view outside. His mouth and nose were full of the smell of the city he had not seen for a long time. Occasionally, he could hear one or two musicians dressed in trendy and unique clothes on the street, bringing some relaxation and happiness to the slightly dull street.

"I'm afraid it's going to rain," Maka tilted her head and looked up at the sky. "Although it's not bad to see the rain in the city, it's not convenient to work. I also want to take advantage of the first few days of the holiday to stroll leisurely here!"

The "here" in his mouth refers to the Muggle world.

In fact, for Maka, the magic world is the "other side" of the world. No matter how long he lives there, it is difficult for him to completely treat himself as a wizard. Maybe I don't feel it when the magic world is busy, but once I return to this Muggle world, this kind of intimacy suddenly becomes strong.

"Click -"

He was thinking casually when the tram suddenly stopped. When the door opened, he also suddenly recovered and got out of the car with many people in a hurry.

But after only a few steps, Maka felt a little coolness passing over her head. When he raised his head and looked into the high air, the rain drops in the gray air hung down like silk threads, one by one, as if to separate the whole sky.

The rain came down after all.