Chapter 833

As soon as Snape saw Maka coming, he knew it must be for the "task" MEG mentioned a few days ago. However, he was not interested in those bad things other than teaching, and he never planned to participate in them.

"No."

As far as Snape's unpleasant character is concerned, Maka's face is very big in the surrounding crowd. But no matter how big the face is, he will never buy it when it comes to some principled issues.

Just then, the class bell suddenly flashed past their ears and echoed in the corridor.

"I'm going to start class."

Snape, who had just paused, dropped a word, went on and soon disappeared at the door of the defense against the dark arts classroom.

"Bang!"

Maka looked back at the tightly closed teachers and couldn't help smiling bitterly.

"At that time, there will be people from outside the school. Defense against dark magic is another hot subject... Forget it, I'd better do it myself!"

In desperation, Maka had to shake her head and then walked to Professor bubagi's office.

Speaking of Ms. caretti bubagi, perhaps it has something to do with her origin in Hufflepuff college. She is a very gentle and low-key professor on weekdays.

As far as Maka knows, while serving as a professor of Muggle research, she also devoted most of her leisure time to various activities to safeguard Muggle related interests, and kept more than 10 valuable papers in the "Muggle Research Society".

Of course, about professor bubagi, these are not what impressed Maka most. The most unforgettable thing about the professor is her tragic sacrifice.

If Marca had not appeared in this world, she would have been caught by Voldemort and deprived of her right to life in front of the main death eaters after a cruel torture.

Now, due to the existence of Maka, all those sad things will obviously not happen again.

"Dudu."

Professor bubagi should be in his office at this time.

"Please come in! The door is unlocked -"

To be honest, Maka is also the first time to come to this office. After all, when she was in the third grade, she didn't take this subject that was of little use to him.

The office door opened silently. Maka looked inside first and then walked inside.

"Oh, Mr. McLean? You finally think of coming to me... Come on, come on, I just made a pot of milk tea. You must try it!"

Ms. bubagi is also in her forties this year, but perhaps it is because of her optimistic attitude of never getting angry that her appearance age is obviously much younger than the actual situation.

To speak of the more approachable faculty member at Hogwarts, she is probably the easiest to approach, except for Professor sprott, who "treats everyone as a family member".

"Thank you. I'll trouble you."

Following her kindness, Maka sat down at the small table next to her and looked around slowly while the other party poured milk tea by the fireplace.

As I have said before, almost every professor's office has a unique personal style. Like Professor bubagi, who is keen on Muggle research, there are obviously many Muggle related objects in her office.

For example, there are two small and exquisite aircraft models on that neat desk, and there are several popular science books about aircraft manufacturing next to the model.

For another example, Maka found a lot of publicity materials about pigeon racing in a corner of the wall. Although this sport has suddenly cooled down in recent years, it can be regarded as a classic in terms of its once hot degree in the Muggle world.

And another example is

"I'll go... Isn't it?"

When he was slowly moving his sight and leisurely looking at the bookshelf on one side, a white machine that looked like a brick immediately attracted all his attention.

"GA, Gameboy ①? Handheld?"

Marca's mouth is crooked.

He never thought that he would see a handheld game console in Hogwarts... Although he had made some psychological preparations before coming to this office and thought he would find some "old things" closely related to the Muggle world here.

However, the brand-new handheld told him that his previous preparations were meaningless.

"Game boy"? Oh, you mean the Muggle machine? "Bubagi came to Maka with two cups of milk tea and looked down his eyes." it was sent to me by a pen pal of the Japanese magic Institute. He said it was a good thing... "

"It's a pity that she didn't reply to me later, and I haven't figured out how to start it."

As she spoke, she handed one of the cups of milk tea to Maka and added:

"... I went outside several times and nothing happened except a red dot and a line of letters."

"Really?" Maka nodded subtly. "This... Is really a pity."

While squeezing out a look of regret, Ma make complaints about the Tucao almost almost to her throat. But he actually wants to tell the other party - if there is no cassette, of course, there is only one line of words!

It seems that, at least for the concept of battery, bubagi still knows something about it.

He didn't say anything more, just picked up the tea cup and drank the milk tea gently. The smooth taste spread in his mouth, slightly diluting a lot of exclamation marks in his mind.

"When the immediate situation is solved, maybe you can go to Asia. It's much more interesting than staying here."

At this thought, Maka couldn't help sighing slightly.

"By the way, Professor bubagi, about the task assigned to us by Professor McGonagall... Is there anything you need help here?"

Put some messy things aside for the time being, and Maka moved out the main topic.

"Can you help..." Ms. bubagi thought, "Mr. McLean, I remember you were a Muggle born wizard?"

"Yes, that's right!" replied Maka with a nod.

"That's good!" she immediately explained. "I think you should know that I am a mixed race and have been growing up in the magic world since childhood. Even if I have done a lot of research on the Muggle world, it's difficult for me to feel the authenticity more subjectively."

Speaking of this, bubaji stood up and asked:

"So, can you help me see if some of my preparations are wrong? I wonder if they look strange in the Muggle world."

"Of course," said Marca cheerfully. "Please say it! That's why I'm here!"

Seeing that Maka agreed so readily, Ms. bubagi immediately thanked her happily, and then walked quickly to a cabinet near the wall.

Before long, she took out a large roll of parchment from it and came to Maka again with a brisk pace.

"Take a look at this first. I'm going to take it as the theme and create a surprise for everyone!" bubagi said happily. "In fact, this is my own research topic. I've spent several years on it... But, seriously, this big guy is so complicated that I haven't been able to understand a lot of things."

When Maka heard the speech, she put the teacup on the small table first, and then reached out to pick up the three foot long parchment roll.

But when he untied the silk ribbon tied on the paper roll and unfolded it, the mood that had just calmed down aroused a thousand waves again.

Today, I'm afraid he has such frequent emotional fluctuations for the first time after recovering his emotions!

"This..." Maka suddenly raised her head and said in a strange tone that can no longer be suppressed. "Professor bubagi, I think as long as you continue to adhere to your research, you can certainly become a reform pioneer in the contemporary magic world!"

Until now, he found that he had unconsciously ignored a potential "legend" over the years.

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Professor bins is now very troubled because his idea was politely rejected by Marca, who came to ask at noon, on the grounds of "nothing new".

However, no matter what activities are carried out, what "new ideas" can the subject of magic history toss about?

He floated around his office, his translucent body walking back and forth through his desk, but he was unaware of it.

The only ghost professor in Hogwarts didn't need an office for a long time. After all, he couldn't touch anything. But because of the diligent cleaning of the elves, the place still looks like the day he died, and there has been little change.

"Well, history of magic... 'new ideas'..."

Over the years, old bins has never thought about anything else except reading out a lot of memories in his head during class. That is, Professor McGonagall, as the principal, made a speech, otherwise he would not be willing to think about this kind of thing at all.

Compared with Snape, although the ghost professor has a little less desire for power, he has an even worse temper.

I think he was actually a violent temper. At that time, he was famous for his eloquence. He was a typical high fighter who "drowned you with saliva".

If it had not been for the fact that he had spent too many years today, he would not have been so conscientious and unknown.

"Otherwise, take out those old things and count them up..."

Old bins seemed to suddenly think of something. He nodded, turned his head, floated over to the wall at his right hand, and then dived into the wall and left.