Chapter 715

"I'm watching!"

Perhaps the reason why language is produced between the same species is that they are no longer satisfied with the interaction of limbs and are eager to get closer to their companions!

Therefore, the power of language is powerful. Sometimes, just a simple sentence can touch the most correct position in the heart without trace, making people feel a warmth from the heart.

At that moment, Hermione's nose soured involuntarily, and a warm arc slipped across her cheek - although she didn't understand why she was so paranoid today. But what you want may really be such an ordinary care from Maka?

"I know, I'll have a good rest..." under Marca's gaze, Hermione nodded gently and let the crystal drop on the side of her face fall to the ground silently.

Seeing this, Maka couldn't help smiling more.

"Well, then, 'go back and have a good rest now,'" he said, but quickly spread out his hands. "Although I'd like to say so. Unfortunately, because you have violated the school rules, stay in the library tonight to clean up the dust for the precious books! After all, I'm still a professor!"

With that, Maka turned cleanly and went straight back.

"Oh, by the way! No magic... No laziness, clean it well! Um... Be careful, I'm watching!"

As Marca was getting away, Hermione and Luna came to the aisle. They looked at his back as he left, looked at each other again, and Hermione immediately took a small step back.

"Luna."

"Well?"

"I won't admit defeat."

“……”

After hearing Hermione's sudden declaration, Luna stared at her carefully for a moment, but soon looked away lightly. When Hermione could not wait for her answer and looked into her eyes again, she found that her eyes had changed back to the usual trance feeling.

"Oh."

This late response made Hermione feel as if she had punched in the air, and she felt a kind of unspeakable depression.

"Hey, I'm serious!"

"Oh."

"Look at me and answer! And don't deal with 'Oh'!"

"Ha."

Hermione, who stubbornly wanted Luna's positive response, didn't find it. Luna's lips were slightly pursed at this time. Maybe this is the real answer revealed by the changes in her heart.

……

It was a long night for Hermione and Luna. As mentioned earlier, because basically all books will be stuffed into at least one or two, the volume of books in the library is very amazing.

Without the power of magic, there is no difference between one night and two nights.

Of course, it's common to be punished for cleaning the library. Let's not mention the matter between Hermione and Luna, because today is a more important day.

The international alchemy competition has had a lot of problems so far. From the discussion meeting in busbarton, France, to the formal meeting held in Hogwarts a few days ago, it's not much worse not to say a lot of trouble.

But fortunately, with the efforts of Maka and others, all the messy things failed to affect the process of the specific event.

Today, the 12 contestants who just stood out from many contestants yesterday are finally going to enter the most important stage of this event.

Probably because yesterday, Marca and Sarah said it was an accidental but inevitable cooperation to quickly clean up the "seemingly strong troublemakers" who suddenly hit, many of the audience who came to watch the game today seem particularly reassured.

In addition, after the game title changed, the game really became a lot more interesting, and the guests naturally looked forward to it further.

Today's Hogwarts seems to be hotter than the previous two days.

Early in the morning, as soon as the sun rose slowly from the East, there was a lot of noise in the vestibule. Maka sat on the teacher's seat in the auditorium, enjoying today's breakfast slowly, and her heart was a little more relaxed.

The house elves in the kitchen work very hard every day. The food cooked by them will never be worse than that sold in the temporary market outside. As soon as it's time for dinner these days, the little wizards have run out one after another. After all, it's just because of the gap in mood.

"It's good to be so empty occasionally."

She picked up a muffin and dipped it in the honey jar. While looking at the surprisingly small auditorium, Maka "clicked" and bit twice.

In the seat next to him, caritti, a Muggle research professor, shook her head.

"I think it's better to have more people," she said with a smile. "People should be lively."

Maka shrugged indifferently when she heard the speech, and then leaned out as if she remembered something and looked at Hagrid at the other end of the table.

"Hagrid, how are the cocoons of those flebber caterpillars on the tree? What's going on recently?"

"Ah... Well, fortunately... The little guys are still alive..."

Hearing that Maka suddenly mentioned it, Hagrid couldn't help winking this way.

In fact, Professor sprott began to ignore Hagrid for a long time because the group of frober caterpillars went up the tree for no reason and hit the willow.

"Oh, that's good. I haven't heard of the calloused frober caterpillar. You should take care of it!" Marca said with a smile. "Come on, I won't say it. Don't stare at me -"

Talking and laughing at will while eating breakfast, this kind of life is undoubtedly quite enjoyed by Maka. But after breakfast, the busy day will begin again.

Putting down the empty cup in his hand, he finally stood up and went to the small hall not far from the auditorium to replace Professor McGonagall who accompanied the members of the jury. In a low voice conversation with Sarah's father, the party took one step ahead of the contestants and went up the court.

On the way, Mr. hornheim suddenly stopped chatting with Marca about the event, and his expression became a little serious.

"Mr. McLean, last night... Sarah and you..."

Some things are not suitable to be discussed in such a mixed place, especially there are so many wizards in the vestibule today. It is really not a good occasion to talk about such private topics.

But this matter is too important for the hornheim family. As Sarah's "family" and the current owner of the hornheim family, he is particularly eager to know something.

Because he is the chief judge of the competition, it is inconvenient to contact anyone in private. He has been holding back all night. He really can't help it.

Maka looked at the strong man walking beside him and couldn't help feeling a little helpless - this is the most unlikely person he has ever seen.

"Well, I had a good chat with Sarah," he replied as naturally as possible while secretly sighing that the owner was impatient. "Don't worry, Mr. hornheim. Sarah is my student now. The students are in trouble. Although I'm not mature as a professor, I'll do my best to help her."

"Oh, really..." he was relieved to hear Maka give the answer he wanted in such a roundabout way. "Well, my daughter will trouble you, Professor McLean."

What Mr. hornheim wants to hear is not Marca's commitment to help. As an alchemy researcher more than a home owner, he naturally knows how difficult Sarah's problem is. So all he wanted was that Maka wouldn't let it out.

Anyway, Sarah is Sarah, he is him. Sarah would think that Maka might help her solve her problems, but hornheim didn't necessarily think so - even if he thought Maka's magic power was amazing.

When the two people's dialogue with other meanings ended and were ready to speed up to the staff channel of the stadium, a familiar cry from behind made Maka slow down again.

"... Professor McLean... Wait, Professor McLean!"

"It seems that a student is calling me," Marca looked back and found that there was only a full stream of people behind her. She turned her head. "Mr. hornheim, please go and sit in the conference room first! I'll come in a minute -"

"Ah, OK."

After watching the members of the jury continue to move forward, Maka returned and walked back. She had to take a few steps among the crowd. Finally, he saw a small figure hurrying here.

"Professor McLean, I have something to report to you --"

That's a first-year wizard who just entered school this year. If Maka remembers correctly, she should be a student of hatch patch college.

"Ta Weng didn't go back to his bedroom last night and didn't see him all morning. We've looked for him twice at school, but we didn't find him."

"Ernst Taron?" Marca thought, "why did you come to me? Did you talk to the headmaster?"

Seeing Maka asking, the little guy quickly nodded.

"Well," he said, "Professor McGonagall asked me to tell you. The other professors have gone to the castle. She wants to inform you to see if you have any clue."

"Erns..."

Maka stood there and thought about it a little. Then she realized that the first grader who came to inform him was still standing in front of him!

"Thank you for your message. I see. Go back first -"

Maka is now a legend of Hufflepuff college. Just getting him a "thank you" is enough for the little guy to be excited. After seeing the other party go back three steps, Maka continued to frown and think.

"What's the matter..." he whispered, "is it a sudden whim to go somewhere? Or is there any trouble in a place I don't know?"