Chapter 760

To mention longevity, after a world-renowned international alchemy competition, people will naturally think of Nicole LeMay, who lived 665 years old.

Generally speaking, people who have spent such a long life should be more knowledgeable and knowledgeable than other ordinary people.

Yes, when this theory is applied to the great alchemist, there should be no mistake. But Maka knows another person - another "person" who "lives" long enough but doesn't know enough about the world.

It was a "little girl" named Sarah who had spent nearly 500 years.

Therefore, the statement that "the longer you live, the more you know" is probably inaccurate. Because you have only been born for a few decades, you may not really understand how to spend your life with "100" in mind.

Of course, to be exact, most of those people may not be a "person".

Maka is going to meet a person who is "no longer a person", and the time witnessed by this person seems to have been more than a thousand years

"Squeak --"

When Maka opened the door of the faculty lounge, he saw a white translucent shadow sitting on a back chair and silently looking at the sky outside the lounge window.

Seeing this, Maka immediately came in and took the gate behind her.

"Professor Binns," he whispered, taking two steps forward, "good afternoon."

"Huh?"

Hearing Maka's greeting, the only ghost professor in Hogwarts seemed to have suddenly recovered. He turned his virtual neck and looked at the door.

Maka was not sure whether he really saw himself, because just looking at Professor bins's eyes, he felt as if he was looking at the door behind Maka.

"Oh, good afternoon..." Professor Bince slowly spit out a few words, with all kinds of old age in his tone. "Are you... Alfred?"

"No, no, no, I can't afford such a heavy name -" Marca waved her hand. "I'm Marca McLean, a student you taught... Of course, I'm also a professor in Hogwarts now."

Alfred is the only monarch in Britain who has been granted the title of "great emperor". At least, Marca doesn't remember being a king before.

"McLean... My student?" Professor bins blinked in confusion and said slowly, "I seem to have heard it somewhere..."

"Really?"

Marca said as she sat down in the chair beside her.

"What an honor!"

After a little pause, he continued: "Professor bins, I read in Hogwarts · a school history that there is a Slytherin's secret room in Hogwarts castle... I don't know if it's true?"

"Secret room?" the confusion on bins's old face gradually disappeared, but then changed into a sullen, "although I haven't read the book you said, I know it must not be a qualified historical document - History pays attention to multiple corroborations, but I haven't seen anything about the secret room from any data..."

As he spoke, he was suddenly stunned.

"How do I feel... I seem to have talked about this problem with someone else?"

The ghost Professor almost completely lost interest in other things except class. To some extent, he has completely regarded himself as a machine to teach the history of magic.

Therefore, it seems that he still knows nothing about the chaos of the chamber of Secrets basilisk.

"Er..."

Marca was stunned, but soon he remembered that Hermione probably asked bines in the history of magic class in grade 2.

"In short, do you think Slytherin's chamber of Secrets does not exist?"

"It's not 'I think'," Professor bins said in his old and panting voice. "This is history, a fact - a past accumulated by reliable historical data. Just like the giant war, although we haven't seen it with our own eyes, many records tell us that it is a small page in the history of wizard war!"

At this point, old bins stroked his beard, cleared his throat and then said, "since the wizard Council..."

"Wait, Professor bins -"

Seeing that the ghost old man was about to habitually start lecturing, Maka quickly opened her mouth and interrupted each other.

Although he likes history very much, now is not the time to listen to him - Professor bins is a ghost, so he doesn't need lunch, but he doesn't want to miss the chance to fill his stomach.

"Professor," he then decisively brought the topic back to the original place, "history is a discipline that pays special attention to rigor, which I have understood... So, is the most rigorous way to prove a period of history personal experience?"

"Of course," said Professor Bince, nodding slightly.

"In that case," Maka said calmly, "I think a paragraph in that book is still correct - Professor bins, it should be Mr. Salazar Slytherin who asked you for employment?"

"So, instead of believing in the accumulation of historical data, should we first consult you, a person with personal experience?"

Since the founding of Hogwarts, almost all professors and even the curriculum itself have changed many times, including the position of president. However, there was only one professor in the history of magic class from beginning to end. His name seemed to be "bins kasbert".

However, this information is not really intelligence that can be found, because even Hogwarts has not retained such a long-standing professor's appointment document.

Apart from the "Hogwarts a school history", which was written like a fairy tale, Maka got the information by chance from somewhere else!

"Me? Experienced person?"

For Maka's so direct "demolition", old bins did not show any difference. His expression was still so dry, a little confused and a little angry.

"No, I didn't teach at Hogwarts that long. Where did you hear that ridiculous rumor?"

"Where...?" Maka said slowly. "It's an eagle turned from a bronze door ring."

As he said this, he watched bines's face very carefully. He wanted to know how the other party would react when he heard the bronze eagle.

But it was a pity that he still could not find anything wrong on Professor bins's white old face, even for a moment.

"Eagle?" old bins shook his head slowly. "Do you still want to say that royna Ravenclaw told you this himself?"

Maka is not really sure whether the words of the bronze Eagle are true. Therefore, when bins firmly denied without flaws, he could not confirm that what the other party said was wrong.

As old bins said before - history needs to be corroborated in many ways.

However, Maka is still unwilling to give up the temptation, because now the nearest breakthrough is Professor bins, who has been in charge of the history of magic for many years.

At present, Maka's heart is a little complicated. After all, since he first entered Hogwarts, he has full admiration for the ghost professor who has been teaching and educating since his death.

If he could, he didn't want to question the respectable old wizard.

"Professor bins, I see..." Maka nodded and reorganized her mind. "Then, can you make up a little for me?"

"I wonder why Slytherin left Hogwarts?"

After that, old bins told Marca the history of the dispute between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

There were two quarrels. The first one was about accepting Muggle students - Gryffindor saw a brave student, but Slytherin disagreed on the grounds of blood.

Therefore, the branch ceremony, which brought together the will and ideas of the four founders, was born after Gryffindor took off his hat.

The second quarrel was about the appointment of a professor of defense against the dark arts.

During the discussion on whether to invite wizards who are good at black magic, Slytherin returned to the castle without looking back and left silently after a period of time.

After listening to this, Maka hesitated again and asked the last question for old bins today:

"Professor," he said carelessly, "do you know... Did there ever be some terrible disasters and hidden dangers at the beginning of the establishment of the school?"

However, all he got was Professor bines's dry rebuke, reminding him not to mix some myths and legends into history.

"Sorry to bother you so much today... Thank you for your patience." Marca gently stood up from her chair. "Then I'll go first."

A few inches above the armchair, old bins watched as Marca turned out of the lounge. He turned his head again and scanned the empty room for a week.

Once upon a time, he seemed to have talked about the magnificent and beautiful magic history with four outstanding young wizards here, but now he is only a "person"

It is said that the birth of the ghost is always inevitable. Is his obsession in this ordinary faculty lounge?

After a long time, Bince wandered to the window and looked at the lawn in front of the castle. There, little wizards were running briskly and were running towards the auditorium gate.

"I'm just a professor of magic history, that's all," he murmured unconsciously.