Chapter 832

Since Marca smashed the mirror that day, the day seemed to calm down. Even though he knew that this calm must be temporary, taking advantage of this time to breathe a little relief also helped him smooth the bumps and gullies in his heart.

Oh, it's worth mentioning that Hogwarts finally began to drift snow again.

The rough outer wall of the castle was smeared with a little soft white by new snow. This makes Hogwarts, who originally looked very tough, a little more surprisingly soft.

Maka walked on the grass in the vestibule, surrounded by glittering snowflakes falling from high altitude. Occasionally, one or two pieces slip across the cheek, and the body temperature makes them melt quietly and turn into a trace of leisurely coolness.

When he looked back on the thin snow, the Hogwarts Castle wrapped in the sky was like moving out of a fairy tale. This exquisite picture reminded him of some childhood memories that had become blurred with time.

"Speaking of it, I also had the time to yearn for this magical world..." he smiled at himself and said to himself, "can I be 'happy' now?"

When dreams suddenly become life, some people may be very happy. But unfortunately, at least, Maka probably doesn't belong to that category.

With a slight shake of his head, he turned back, stepped away and walked to Hagrid's hunting house.

"Bang bang."

The knock on the door suddenly woke up the dozing hound teeth who had just eaten lunch. When he heard it, he immediately picked up his tail and shrank into the corner. Then he began to bark loudly as usual.

"Woof, woof, woof... Woof, woof!"

"Shut up!"

Haggard, who was sitting on the sofa fiddling with a book, gave a scold. Then he stood up and walked back and forth to the door.

With the squeak of opening the door, Maka, who was waiting outside, soon came in - Hagrid, who had been here many times, and knew as well as if he had entered his own office.

"Oh, Marca, you just came. I'm worried about the task given to me by Professor McGonagall! Come and help me make an idea..."

As soon as Marca got past Hagrid, she was hugged by the other party on her shoulder and back, and forced him to sit on the only single sofa in the cabin.

Then Hagrid opened the book in his hand again and spread it in front of Marca.

"Look, I'm going to hide the tree protecting Luoguo in the mistletoe circle. Those lovely little guys may bring you a little surprise... Or I'm still wondering if I can get some lunatic animals. I think they can always please girls..."

Maka looked at the illustrations on the reading page and nodded.

"Well, lunatic animals are very good. Their eyes are big and round. They really give people a lovely impression... It should be good to dress them up."

"Oh, that's it. I'm relieved if you say so," said haggard happily. "Then, by the way, see if this is OK..."

As he spoke, he turned the book back to the back part.

"Poison bag leopards, look at their poison bags. Will a little white look like a lot of white beards?"

As Hagrid spoke, he subconsciously touched his beard like an oversized steel wire ball, and then nodded slightly with satisfaction.

"Well, the more you think about it, the more interesting it is, isn't it? And the poison bag leopard is very interesting..."

"No, no, no," Marca quickly shook her head. "Poison bag leopards can't do it. They are too dangerous... Don't you worry that the students will be poisoned by then?"

On the neck of the poison sac leopard, there is a bag like poison sac that can be retracted like a toad chin. It will expand and contract with breathing. If the poison bag leopard had that idea, it could even breathe and mix enough deadly powerful toxin into the vomited air, which was almost an invisible curse.

However, Hagrid seemed reluctant.

"Well, in fact, we can let everyone wear gas masks..." he scratched his scalp and said in a rather depressed way, "you know, their addition will certainly make the atmosphere more active!"

But after a little muttering, out of trust in Marca, Hagrid put the bad idea aside first.

"OK! By the way, why don't you help me see this again..."

Seeing that he had to turn the pages back while saying this, Maka hurriedly stretched out her hand and pressed the book. After all, there are more dangerous magical creatures in the future. Maka doesn't want to make trouble.

"OK, OK -" he hurriedly said, "I'll help you think it over. In fact, I already have a good idea. I'll tell you when I touch it again!"

After removing Hagrid's hand from the book, Maka then said, "I think the two you just had are very good. Well, it's not difficult to get the moon crazy beast, but a sufficient number of tree protecting luopans need more snacks... You should prepare these two kinds first. Don't worry too much. It's still a long time!"

He told Hagrid to take time to contact the wizards who cultivated magical creatures, and then got up again to leave.

"Are you leaving now? Don't you stay for a cup of tea?" hagden said.

But Maka waved her hand.

"No, I have to go to Slughorn... He has his last class this afternoon, and I have to finish talking to him before he goes to the classroom. As usual, after school, we can go to three brooms and have a drink together."

"Really? Oh -" Hagrid glanced at the iron frame of the fireplace, and the tea was almost ready. "OK, I'll see you later."

Marca, who had already reached the door, raised her hand without looking back, and then walked away quickly.

……

Potions have always been popular at Hogwarts, even when Snape taught them in the past.

Of course, the so-called "popular" certainly does not mean to the students, but to the parents behind the students.

This is mostly because students who get the n.e.w.ts certificate of potions usually have higher actual income after graduation than wizards who are good at other disciplines.

In any world, money always makes life better, doesn't it?

Perhaps it is this reality that reflects the importance of magic medicine in the magic world. Hogwarts's magic medicine course is not only a required course, but also a lot of courses. After Slughorn took over the teaching task of this course, he had to take several classes almost every day.

Just like this afternoon, he had just given a class to the fourth graders of Slytherin and Gryffindor, but later he had to give another class to the fifth graders until school was over.

Maka calculated the time very accurately. He happened to meet Slughorn who had just finished class in the hall.

Seeing that the fat old man who had been in class for almost a whole day was still in good spirits, Maka also felt admiration from the bottom of her heart.

Although the old man is often a little out of tune, he is indeed a very suitable guy for teaching and educating people.

"Professor McLean --"

"Good afternoon, Professor!"

Because this class has just ended, there are still many students passing through the hall. They are all moving to the next classroom.

"Well, good afternoon."

Maka stood at the door and said hello to Slughorn opposite the crowd as she responded to the students passing by.

"Professor Slughorn, this way!"

In this somewhat noisy hall, the fat old man seemed to hear someone calling himself from the noisy voice. He immediately turned his fat neck back and forth.

"Oh! McLean --"

Slughorn saw that it was Marca, and his smile increased a bit. But when he looked around, he thrust his stomach through the crowd and came to Maka.

"Do you have classes in the afternoon? If we're on the way, we can walk together..."

"No, I don't have any classes this afternoon." Marca shrugged. "You know, there aren't many students taking magic arts, which can't be as busy as you every day!"

With that, he extended another invitation and said with a smile:

"But there's no problem walking together. I'm just going upstairs... Well, Professor McGonagall asked me to ask, how's your preparation? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"There's nothing wrong with me. Don't worry!" Slughorn smiled brightly. "I like this lively activity best, and I think I'm good at it!"

"Oh, that's better." Maka nodded. "If you can, try to be as delicate and clever as possible... I'll invite some friends to come and introduce you later."

Expand your network - this is undoubtedly Slughorn's favorite thing to do. It can even be said that his whole life is to know more people.

As soon as Maka talked about introducing new friends, the smile on the slightly vain fat old man's face immediately became strong again, and he couldn't close his mouth.

As they talked, they walked forward, and went all the way down the stairs to the second floor. Maka temporarily separated from Slughorn and turned a corner to a classroom on this floor.

Before long, he stopped at the door of the classroom where some students had sat and watched the eagles and badgers who were only in grade two go in one after another.

Maka knew that he would have to wait here for a while before he could see the man he wanted to see.

After a while, when there were no more students in the corridor and the class bell would ring soon, a dark figure appeared from the stairway not far away.

"Professor Snape."

Seeing that the person she was waiting for finally appeared, Maka took a step towards the past.

"Can I delay you a little? Professor McGonagall, she said..."

"No."