Chapter 759

"Remember? In the third class I gave you, I learned the numbers in RuNi. Today, when we talk about this inscription, we have to use them!"

"As we all know, '7' is the most magical number. I believe students who have taken divination courses will remember this concept. For this reason, in runiwen, we use 'unknown' to represent the number '7'."

"Pay attention to my word - representative, because before this runic character is given the meaning of '7', the 'unknown' belongs to its real interpretation..."

That morning, Maka was teaching his n.e.w.ts magic class, and Hermione was certainly in this classroom.

Maka speaks very seriously, because once he enters the teaching stage of n.e.w.ts, it means that students who go out of his classroom will have a higher chance to engage in the work related to ancient magic literature.

While students are under the dual pressure of graduation and employment, as professors who impart knowledge, they will also shoulder the sense of responsibility that can affect students' life.

Of course, compared with other disciplines, there are obviously fewer posts related to ancient magic literature.

"... so, can someone tell me what the meaning of the character representing '7' is when it forms a rune group with 'purple shirt' and 'hail'?"

Maka doesn't ask many questions to students in class, but he never ignores the communication with students. Because he knows that meaningful interaction with students is also a very important teaching means.

Of course, once the professor asked a question, Hermione must be the first to raise her hand.

"Professor McLean --"

Maka smiled at Hermione and glanced around the classroom again, because she was not the only student who wanted to answer the question.

"I'm sorry, Miss Granger, that was the third question you answered today," said Marca, glancing at a position by the window, and then on the sidewalk, "Miss Hannah Abbott!"

"Oh!"

Hannah seemed startled. She stood up almost reflexively as if someone had poked her with a needle behind her.

"That... Purple shirt... Ice, hail..."

"Oh no," Marca smiled and waved her hand. "I know you should be able to answer, because your homework has always been good... I just want you to relax. Don't always be so flustered. Remember we played with brooms in McMillan's backyard?"

"Ah, oh... Yes," Hannah whispered, overlapping her left and right hands. "It was a good time."

"Then try to keep the mood at that time! Well, maybe I can think about it. How about we go out on the lawn next class?" Marca nodded. "Then, please sit down, Miss Aibo -"

He finished with a brisk look, but then reached out to Hannah's side.

"Then, please help me wake up Miss Lovegood next to you. I want her to answer this question," he said. "Class is about to end. I think it may help her enjoy delicious lunch pudding in a clearer state."

Before the words fell, many students followed with a burst of goodwill laughter.

"OK, ok..."

Hannah hurriedly pushed Luna in the laughter of her classmates, but Luna still buried her face in her arms and didn't mean to wake up.

"She's sleeping in Marca's class?" Hermione, sitting not far away, could not help muttering in her heart.

In fact, she was still very concerned about the things in the library that day, especially when she finally opened her mouth to express her feelings, Luna didn't respond positively.

What should I say?

Perhaps this is the complaint when you feel that you are constantly trying, but suddenly find that your "opponent" is slack?

"No, how could it be 'complaining'?" thinking of this, Hermione immediately shook her head. "In this case, should I laugh?"

I don't know when Hermione has regarded Luna as a real friend.

"Luna! Luna..."

"Well?"

While Hermione was still pondering the relationship between her friend and her opponent, Miss Hannah Abbott finally woke up Luna.

But the latter tried to pull her face out of her arms, and her long blond hair covered most of her face.

When she lifted the ends of her hair vaguely, everyone immediately found that there were several red marks on her white face.

"Miss Lovegood," said Maka, looking at her face, unable to laugh or cry, "please tell me what the rune groups of '7', 'purple shirt' and 'hail' will mean to us in Rune?"

"Purple shirt? Hail?" Luna stood up slowly, "7 plus 13 plus 9... Equals 30?"

"Yes, 'purple shirt' can represent the number '13', and 'hail' can also represent the number '9', which is right..." Maka said helplessly, "but hey, miss Lovegood, I'm asking you to explain the meaning, not asking you to do a math problem -"

At this point, Maka had to remind: "incidentally, the sum of the three numbers is 29!"

As soon as this was said, the students in the classroom were stunned and laughed again. But Maka gave them a weak look - didn't anyone realize it if he didn't say it?

However, it is a pity that this is the case, because Miss Granger, the only one here who is very sensitive to numbers, is still immersed in her inner contradictions at the moment!

Of course, for now, let's put aside the wizard's strange arithmetic ability.

Because even Maka can't understand why a modern wizard who can skillfully master the wonderful money conversion of "1 jingaron = 17 silver Sikes, 1 silver Sikes = 29 copper nates" is extremely slow to numbers?

"Meaning?" Luna seemed to say suddenly after hearing Maka's words, "uncertain death or will be ended... Its meaning is' possible regeneration '."

"Good, correct answer, please sit down!" Maka clapped her hands to give Luna a little applause, but also to attract the students' attention. "Purple shirt represents' death ', and' death 'represents' destruction and rebirth' --

Before he finished, a bell rang in the corridor outside, which meant that it was time to finish class.

Maka didn't have the habit of dragging the class. In addition, his explanation and Luna's answer were enough for everyone to understand the problem, so as soon as he heard the bell ring, he immediately stopped talking.

After the bell rang, he said in a loud voice: "today's homework is behind me... Analyze the meaning of these Rune groups and write a paper with them as key words, with a length of no less than two feet!"

With a backhand wave, Maka immediately showed five Rune combinations on the blackboard. Then there was a wail in class.

"Professor McLean, haven't you always limited the length of our papers? Why today..."

Maka then shrugged and showed an expression of "I'm very sorry about it".

"I'm sorry," he said frankly, "the headmaster reminded me a few days ago that my n.e.w.ts class seems to have too little homework? But seriously, don't you want to add more skills to your future?"

Seeing Maka say so, several students suddenly brightened up and threw the matter that the class bell had rung out into the clouds.

"Professor McClane," asked one of Hufflepuff's students, "do you mean... You're going to teach us how to use that... You remember, the one you performed in the first class?"

"Well," Marca said noncommittally, "if your efforts can reach the minimum standard, I shouldn't mind teaching you more..."

"Well, class is over! Hurry up and get ready to eat in the auditorium!"

After finishing the last routine line, Maka picked up the textbook from the desk and took the lead out of the classroom.

Although he hasn't opened the book several times from beginning to end, if he doesn't hold anything in his hand, he can't always have much sense of "he's a professor".

Even now, he has become a qualified "magic preacher".

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After leaving the classroom, Maka went straight to the stairs. He didn't have to go back to the office again, because as long as he stuffed his textbook around his waist, he could go directly to the auditorium and enjoy delicious food.

However, after class today, he still has other things to do!

When demaka went down to the first floor, her footsteps turned. The auditorium was on the right, but he turned to the corridor on the left and ran into a group of junior wizards who had just finished their deformation class.

The deformation class classroom is in front, but it still doesn't seem to be his destination. After passing the door of the classroom, he went on for a distance and came to the closed door of the teachers' lounge.

There is usually no one here, but the man Maka is looking for may have come here before him.

Oh, all right! Speaking of it, that person has been unable to be called a "person" since a long time ago.

With the squeaking sound of the door being pushed open in the corridor, Maka stepped into the lounge without hesitation. And immediately, he brought the door back.

Not far away, Professor McGonagall, who had just come out of the classroom, looked this way - she heard something, but when she came to the corridor, the door of the faculty lounge had been closed again.