Chapter 849

Creatures always change due to the change of their environment. People are like this, and so are fire dragons.

Mileva McGonagall, once a professor of transfiguration, is now sitting in the chair of President Hogwarts.

Yes, she is still at Hogwarts. She hasn't gone anywhere. But from her point of view, Hogwarts today is very different from Hogwarts in her eyes.

And Norbert, the Norwegian backbone dragon that seems very different from her... Oh, it's time to call her "norbeta" now. Norbeta, the Norwegian backbone dragon, was brought to the Dragon farm by Charlie from Hogwarts. The change of environment and the growth of age also brought great changes to her.

When Maka saw it, she first began to lament that the body growth rate of this species of chirosaurus was so fast.

However, it is only about five years, which is not a time worth mentioning for the average life span of the fire dragon, but now norbeta's body is comparable to that of an adult.

She is still sleeping at the moment. You can see that she is sleeping very heavily.

Her huge dragon wings were slightly closed and stuck on both sides of her body, covering most of her body. Only the black bone ratchets on her back were still ferocious.

She hid her head under her wings and curled her tail around her, making it difficult for Maka to see her whole appearance.

Maka just looked around first, and then quietly returned to the outside of the cave.

He can close his magic wave, but others can't - it's bound to wake her.

"Sleeping."

After Maka left the cave for a distance, she spread her hands and simply said what was going on inside.

Most species of fire dragons like to sleep, especially in this cold day, which may be another feature inherited from the ancestors of giant dragons.

But compared with the dragon's lazy habit of sleeping regularly and sleeping for a hundred years, the fire dragon's sleep time is much more unstable.

"Oh, or sleep?" Natalia nodded.

But Maka waved her hand immediately.

"No, her breathing is very shallow. I don't think it's sleep."

"If only Carter were here, he could introduce you to the specific situation of norbeta..."

Charlie first said to himself, but soon realized that Maka and they didn't know Carter at all, so he explained:

"Remember? The colleague who brought norbeta to Hogwarts with me last time, and later he was in charge of norbeta - recently he went on vacation."

"Oh, that's a pity," said Marca casually, looking at Hagrid again. "What? Do you want to go in and see her? But I think it might wake her up."

In fact, there was no need for Maka to ask. After Hagrid heard that norbeta was sleeping, his face full of expectation immediately changed into an expression of incomparable struggle.

Seriously, he didn't want to wake up norbeta's dream at all, just like a father who was not willing to wake up his sleeping daughter.

However, he really wants to hug the "lovely" norberta again!

"No... no, forget it today..." Hagrid hesitated for a long time before regretting. "Anyway, he can see the child in Hogwarts... Is that right?"

He finally looked at Maka's eyes, full of numbing tenderness, so that Maka couldn't help getting goose bumps.

"Of course, of course!" Marca nodded again and again. "Well, that's it today... Charlie, take me to meet your director, and then we'll go back first."

"OK, no problem!" Charlie replied briskly.

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In this world, different people will love different lives.

For Maka, wandering around during the day, doing research at night and occasionally strolling around with lovely girls are the days he has always yearned for.

But for Haier Bo, endless fraud and unlimited strength are his lifelong pursuit.

At this moment, while Maka is still visiting the fire dragon nobeta in the Romanian dragon farm, Haier Bo is constantly acting to achieve his goal.

At present, he is the dean of the Hebrew School of magic, the only magic school in Israel. When he plays this role, his performance is undoubtedly wonderful.

As mentioned earlier, Hebrew Hepburn is not a very excellent school, and there have never been many little wizards studying magic here.

But recently, the students who study here have found that the Dean, who used to have little interference in the curriculum, seems to be paying attention to the classes of several professors every day.

Did the Dean suddenly plan to treat the school well after he did that "big thing" not long ago?

If the students who have received rich and good teaching from the beginning, most of them will only complain and howl after the schoolwork is aggravated; But like these little wizards who studied in Hebrew, most of them yearn for better teaching content.

After all, the situation at home of students who will come to Hebrew rather than go to Egypt is basically no better.

If they want to find a higher paying job after graduation, they can only rely on learning more useful things in school. At least they can't waste Kim Garon, whose parents sent them here to study.

You know, like the three famous schools in the European magic world, there are not many that are directly tuition free!

Today, on the bulletin board at the gate of the college, which was so broken that bricks were exposed, suddenly there was an announcement:

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Dear students

The dean of the school, Mr. yolan Klein, negotiated with the professor of magic spell class, AHAS Schwartz, and decided that from now on, the magic spell class of our school will use the teaching materials personally prepared by Mr. Klein.

In addition, due to the thorough replacement of teaching materials, the teaching of spell will be jointly undertaken by Dean Klein and Professor Schwartz.

(signed) yolan Klein

Hebrew School of magic

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If Maka saw this notice, he must have started to wonder if halbo wanted to do something to these little wizards at the first time.

Because at present, the old guy doesn't have so much leisure to spend on this long-term development.

But in the eyes of the little wizards in Hebrew, this may be a very good learning opportunity - they can still remember that when the Israeli Ministry of magic was burned to ruins by the mysterious black wizard, it was their dean who stood up and defeated the strong enemy.

Now, almost the whole school is talking about taking their old headmaster as a great hidden wizard.

Although I don't understand why he was so low-key in the past, and even didn't show his face at the beginning and end of each academic year, as long as there is something to learn, what else to complain about?

However, they did not know that a witch brought in by their current "Dean" was being imprisoned in the dean's room of the school.

"Clatter - clatter -"

Millian hit the copper pillar at the foot of the bed with the heavy shackles on her feet, but her eyes looked at the opposite wall as if they had no focus.

Speaking of it, she didn't suffer much. She didn't even get hurt except that this set of shackles with strong magic imprisonment had worn some skin.

But for her, just not being able to leave here is terrible enough.

How's ASA? Is he okay? Can it last until now? Or

A series of questions kept alternating in her heart, but she couldn't open the door after trying countless times. She couldn't find any answers by herself.

Even if ASA died the day after she was brought here, she had no way to know.

"Clang -"

Miriam hit the foot of the bed again and made a clear sound. Even though she knew that no matter what sound it was, she couldn't leave the room, but this was her only struggle.

No, it's not so much a struggle as a trace of comfort she gave herself.

If she had not done so, she would have been desperate for various factors... Facts have proved that since the moment she was concerned about ASA, many past trainings have become a pile of jokes.

"If I could plead with Mr. McLean at that time, would the outcome be completely different? Even if I only left ASA there..."

Now, even if Miriam finally regretted it, it wouldn't help.

And just then, with a "click", the door that seemed like a cliff to her slowly opened.

"Come on! Have dinner..."

It was not halbo himself who came in, but he controlled the inner teaching staff with magic after he came here. But even an ordinary wizard, Miriam, who can't use her magic, can't do anything at all.

Looking at the sharp nosed teacher putting some simple food on the table, she got up and threw it with a fist, but she was controlled before her fist reached the other party's face.

Then, she could only watch the teacher leave the room with a numb face, and the heavy magic restrictions on the door worked automatically again.

The futile resistance she had just made would be repeated almost three meals a day, even though it didn't work once.

Waiting for the magic spell to return, millian suddenly collapsed on the cold floor and stared at the ground for a long time.

Until she recovered herself, she slowly got up, walked to the table, grabbed the food and put it into her mouth.

Up to now, she has not forgotten to fill her stomach - in the past, when she was training, she always knew that death was the pursuit of a dead man, but now she just wanted to live longer.

Even if Miriam knew that her value to helbo was to attract "Grandpa Raven", she would live.

Because she also knew that her grandpa Raven was afraid to have abandoned her long ago.

"Clang -"

Another crisp sound echoed in the room, but there was no place to go out.