Chapter 679

In this world, there are many frightening and unpleasant things.

For example, one day you squat in your bathroom and happen to be constipated. Just when you were going to try to squeeze again and give up... A stranger suddenly opened the door of the bathroom and calmly told you that he had a great time today.

At this moment, you may hesitate. Because you don't know whether you should first ask him why he broke into your house, or you should yell at him first to solve the hate of constipation.

But fortunately, because you are constipated today, you can probably get a full score on your expression... I mean, if there is such a damn test question.

Now, the faces of these Mesopotamian wizards are somewhat constipated.

"Huh?"

Maka, who just appeared out of thin air in the "encirclement" of these wizards, first looked down at the magic words that were slowly disappearing, and then raised his head to say hello to them.

"You must be the joint delegation of Mesopotamia?" he took some apologies on his face. "Sorry, our school should inform you in advance... The space around Hogwarts castle was reinforced by the four founders of that year, and space movement is not feasible..."

Maka, of course, doesn't really feel sorry, but these wizards will be guests after all. Being polite will never be wrong.

"Oh, so it is... It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. In fact, our side is too abrupt..."

The old wizard of Bertha is also an old man. When he saw that Maka gave the steps, he immediately reacted.

He didn't know what would happen if the formation collided with the reinforced space. But now that the young wizard has taken the initiative, needless to say, there are obviously some signs in Hogwarts.

Maka couldn't help smiling friendly as she listened to the old wizard descending the donkey quickly down the slope. Then, instead of continuing the topic, he turned his attention to the surrounding stone pillars.

"... is this... A refining array?" he looked at it with great interest, regardless of other men and women wizards staring at him. "It's unheard of that refining array that can move in space... It's worthy of being Mesopotamia. The essence of alchemy is really amazing."

"Ashamed... Speaking of it, we're just tracing the footprints left by our ancestors..." old Bertha said kindly, waved his right hand gently and motioned the younger generation around to step back first. "Sir, were you the door key just now? But... As far as I know, the door key can only be used after positioning and casting spells?"

Because of Maka's unexpected arrival, old Bertha was really hard to despise. Therefore, even if he didn't recognize Maka's appearance, even if Maka's appearance was particularly young, he had to secretly remind himself that he should pay more attention to his words.

"I just pushed back the coordinates, you should understand..." Maka took her eyes back from the stone pillar and then pointed to the refining array. "Ah, by the way! I haven't introduced myself - my name is Maka McLean, a professor of ancient magic literature at Hogwarts magic school. Nice to meet you!"

Even though old Bertha didn't know much about Maka's appearance, he obviously heard a lot about Maka's name.

"Are you Mr. McLean?" his face showed some surprise at the right time, but his heart said in secret. If so, "I'd like to trouble you to come here more. It's really... Hello, um... Our names are often long. You may not adapt. Just call me Bertha."

Maka couldn't help sighing: Mr. Bertha, I'm afraid you haven't seen the Wizards from the African tribes just now. Their names are very tall.

In your area, at least there are only first names without surnames, and the elders are just connected by the names of their ancestors.

You know, those tribal wizards inherit their names, surnames and professional titles from generation to generation. It's not fun. People have to add some inexplicable words to show their respect for nature.

"OK, so..." he put aside his muttering in his heart and looked around again. "Mr. Bertha, the International Federation of wizards should have sent someone here? Is he here?"

As Marca asked, old Bertha immediately turned his head and looked at it, and then pointed it out for him.

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Maka ran to pick up the people temporarily, while Professor McGonagall personally received Hogwarts. The international alchemy competition is very important for the school, and most of the guests from all over the world are of great weight. Naturally, she attaches great importance to it.

Because many outsiders came to the school these two days, the little wizards suddenly had a lot of topics to talk about. Even if there is nothing for them in the game at that time, it is enough to be a good audience, but everyone can't help being infected by the atmosphere. At that time, there are many students discussing the content of the game.

However, if there are people who are keen on gossip, there will be people who don't care at all.

It's like Hermione and the four of them, because they are tangled with Horcruxes, they don't feel much about the alchemy competition. For example, Ernst Taron of Hufflepuff has been trying to translate the ancient words on parchment every day these days. Of course, he has no time to take care of it.

Well, among those who don't care, maybe Draco Malfoy. However, his business is still put aside for the time being... If you want to say the most noteworthy today, I'm afraid it's Alexander's classmate of Gryffindor.

As the only one of Ernst's "friends", Alexander recently felt quite confused about his cheap friend.

Alexander naturally remembers that Ernst's attitude towards the study of magic spells was even more extreme than him. It can be said that he practiced almost every day. But recently, he found that the other party's practice times were obviously much less.

He has made great progress these days with his hard work and moderate lucky chocolate. But what about burns? Once in a while, when he saw the other party practicing the spell, he saw at a glance that Ernst's spell seemed to have a tendency to stand still.

At that time, such an extreme utilitarian, but now there is no significant progress. Did Ernst give up?

No, at least Alexander thinks that's definitely not the case.

So Alexander naturally ran to the library to see - he wanted to know what changed Ernst and asked him to put down his wand and take books and quills instead?

"Ernst, are you going to study ancient magic literature with Professor McLean?" Alexander whispered, looking at Ernst sitting at the reading table.

He can't help but turn down the volume, otherwise Mrs. pince, the librarian, is not a vegetarian.

"Hmm?" Ernst glanced up at Alexander, then vaguely said, "yes..."

Out of prudence, he didn't bring out the parchment from Hufflepuff's secret room. Instead, he was going to try to teach himself the course. Since the famous Maka is a professor of this course, there is naturally no reason not to try, isn't it?

"Oh, that's good. In fact, I want to take this course in the third grade!" Alexander agreed first, and then hesitated. "But... What about magic and defense against the dark arts? Aren't you going to practice well?"

Ernst has been looking through the magic dictionary all the time. From time to time, he still writes a few notes on the paper, which shows his seriousness. At this time, if someone has to talk to you, it will obviously feel very annoying.

"Of course I want to practice..." he raised his eyes again and said impatiently, "haven't you seen it?"

"But --"

"But what?" Ernst finally couldn't help interrupting Alexander's words and said coldly, "you've made great progress recently. I heard you've been in the limelight in the defense against the dark arts class... But do you think you're qualified to preach in front of me?"

"I didn't 'preach'," Alexander was pushed by Ernst, and his chest was a little stuffy, but he was a good temper, but he soon suppressed his anger. "Ernst, I'm just a little surprised that you reduce your practice. You know, haven't we been practicing together before?"

But Ernst obviously didn't want to talk well. When he saw that Alexander was still good-natured, he just waved his hand like a fly.

"If you want to practice, you can talk about it in a few days... I'll let you know that your little progress is nothing to me!" he still couldn't bear to say, "but now -- hurry up! Don't you see I'm busy?"

Then he lowered his head again and looked at the dictionary and his notes. As for Alexander's frown, he didn't even bother to look.

Alexander has a good temper, but he is not the kind of good man who is slapped in the left face and will take the initiative to hand out his right face to others to continue slapping. Since Ernst had said so much, he no doubt didn't want to stick his hot face to other people's cold ass eggs.

"All right!" he said with a curl of his mouth, "I'll wait for you to teach me... But if you can't teach me, don't blame me for teaching you!"

After leaving this sentence, Alexander turned and went straight to the door of the library without waiting for erns to speak again.

"Hum, it's really heaven to be praised by others?" Ernst thought about it, but rubbed his eyebrows again. "Hey, what am I angry with him? Isn't it because I've slept less recently and my temper has become more smelly?"

He is at least conscious and knows that he has always had a bad mouth and a bad temper. But I know. It's harder to make him regret than to go to heaven.

"... whatever!"