Chapter 888

Marca took Hermione and Luna in after all.

Because when he saw old bins go back to the classroom through the door panel, he subconsciously reached out to screw the door handle. But even he didn't expect... The door opened with a click!

Poor old bins suffered from being a ghost. It's no use even trying to block Marca from entering the door. And perhaps because of this, he didn't stop, but just stared at him angrily.

"Oh, I don't remember seeing professor Bince with such a full expression except the last time I argued with him!"

As Hermione whispered in surprise, she finally got a look from old bins. Even if the look in her eyes didn't match the "kindness" often seen by her elders, she looked very happy.

"I'm sorry, Professor bins -" Marca hurriedly apologized. "I didn't want to break in without your consent, but the door... I thought it was locked."

Old bins's translucent white body floated gently above the ground, and his expression returned to his usual carelessness. But after hearing Maka's words, he still shook his goatee slightly.

"That's just what I asked Mileva to take with me before she left," he said casually. "Well, since you've come in, come here..."

With that, old bines floated smoothly to the middle of the classroom.

Perhaps it was because Professor bines's rare expression attracted her attention just now. Hermione found that the desks in the classroom had been stacked around, leaving a large space in the middle.

It seems that the classroom of magic history has not changed for many years. Tables and chairs are placed where they should be. For decades or even centuries, there are many depressions and wear marks on the hard large stone floor.

These details were not very noticeable in the past, but when the desks and chairs in the classroom were removed today, it was found that there were such amazing traces of years in this seemingly insignificant classroom.

Maka, Hermione and Luna followed old bins to the center. They soon saw the only desk in the middle, which was covered with a large piece of black opaque flannel.

Looking at the outline of the cloth, there should be something else on the next table.

"McLean, go over there and help me open all those cabinets."

In fact, it seems that there are not many people who can command Maka now, and Professor bins is one of the few people.

When Maka heard the speech, she walked towards the end of the classroom without hesitation - the cabinet door that could be easily opened with a wave of her hand, but he didn't mean to use magic.

It can be seen that even if old bins did not disclose any truth about the contradiction between the founders of Hogwarts, he comprehensively denied that there were any unknown disasters and hidden dangers in Hogwarts. However, Maka still has great respect for the ghost professor who has remained in the school since the founding of Hogwarts.

When he went to the back wall of the classroom and opened the whole row of cabinets, he was immediately surprised by the things stored inside.

It can be seen that those cabinets have many layers of partitions, and many small bottles are neatly arranged on each layer.

The bottles are as like as two peas, and the bottles are covered with yellowing little labels, even with everything inside them - a white floc.

Seeing this, Maka suddenly understood that on the desk in the middle of the classroom, perhaps it was the meditation basin that had been stored in the principal's room all the time.

As for the flocs contained in the large number of vials in the cabinet, it should be a memory of different types.

"Professor bins..." Maka was stunned, suddenly turned back and said in surprise, "are... Are these all the memories you collected?"

"Well," old bins nodded casually, "but that's just some old things of little value... Even if the memory is materialized, it will eventually dissipate. Besides, it is always too subjective. And the subjective things are one-sided and can only be used as a historical reference..."

Marca's surprise soon attracted Hermione and Luna. They went to the back of the classroom and looked curiously into the cabinet.

Beside them, Maka suddenly reached out and took out one of the bottles and carefully identified the label on it.

"Sure enough, it's borbers... This is the memory of Hogwarts's first professor of magic literature?" he said in surprise, "eh... 1051? The last giant hunt in history?"

"Yes, in December of that year, borbers went to Greece to visit local magic scholars. As a result, he was affected by the hunt... He almost couldn't come back at that time."

As the situation at that time, old bins opened his mouth and came. It can be seen that he knew all these stories like the back of his hand. But he would hardly tell such a thrilling personal story in class.

Obviously, old bins's insistence on "historical facts" will never allow this extremely one-sided little story to appear in the minds of students whose foundation has not been firmly established.

"... now that you have chosen that one, bring it here! Help me lift this cloth."

Maka Yiyan returned to old bins and greeted Hermione and Luna who were still reading the labels. When he tore away the black cloth on the table, a flowing silver light immediately rippled in the classroom.

Suddenly, the classroom was a little more mysterious.

Needless to say, old binsto skillfully pulled out the cork, and then poured the white wadding into the dense and hazy meditation basin.

After waiting for those flocs to open quickly, with the faint magic wave that only Maka can sense, he seemed to smell the vicissitudes of life.

It may be that this memory is quite old, which makes him have a little psychological illusion.

"Remember, what you see here is a person's memory, and the memory is subjective. Therefore, what you see in a moment may be 'real', but it must not be called 'history'."

Old bins emphasized it with extra "force", and then waved his hand to mark that they could help themselves. Perhaps because Maka's movements were so skilled, old bins even skipped the steps of explaining the use of the meditation basin.

"OK, we will only watch it as a personal adventure..."

Looking at Maka and other three people forming a circle around the table and putting their faces into the meditation basin, old bins suddenly looked into the back cabinet with a complex look.

In fact, these well preserved memories are all old bins's personal collection. Long before Gryffindor invited him to join Hogwarts education, his collection was amazing.

It can be said that some of the memory bottles were invaluable at that time, especially several memory fragments about the relics of ancient wizard civilization.

In fact, his collection habit continues until now. Dumbledore's habit of sorting out memories actually came from old bines.

However, for old bins himself, the value of these memories only lies in historical reference and Research... Of course, perhaps there is some feeling of remembering his old friends in it?

"... how did borbers die?" he thought suddenly, and then showed a rare smile, "Oh, choking on hazelnuts."

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On the other hand, when old bines was slowly immersed in the memories of the past, Maka and them had entered that ancient memory.

With the silver light flowing in the field of vision, a slightly fat figure suddenly appeared, and then a large piece of streamer scattered and turned into the whole memory world.

It was a mountain path. The fat wizard was walking slowly on the road.

His steps were very small, his head was always low, and he stared at the rubbings of an inscription all the way. When Maka noticed, he immediately looked up - it should belong to a variant branch of ancient Greek.

Beside Marca, Hermione seemed hesitant.

"Marca, is this... In the memory of the 'borbers' you just said?" she looked carefully at the fat wizard. "He... Can't see us?"

"That's right," said Maka, who was close to the fat wizard. "We are just 'bystanders' here and can't interfere with anything - remember the audio-visual performance of Lockhart? It's mainly this thing..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it to the fat wizard, and his arm completely penetrated the past.

"Well, let's think we've all become Professor bins! And we're still the kind that others can't see."

"Oh, that sounds interesting!" Luna said coldly.

Her heart is much bigger than Hermione. Seeing that Maka's arm was worn around the fat wizard, she immediately went over and put her hand into each other's head, and then even put her head into each other's body.

Before long, she finally slowed down her feet by two steps, then raised her head and whispered in a serious way:

"Marca, Hermione, I have to tell you - the human body is black and can't see anything!"

Marca and Hermione couldn't help looking at each other. They couldn't help laughing. But Luna still pulled Maka's sleeve solemnly and stubbornly said, "what I said is true! If you don't believe it, come and see for yourself!"

But when the three of them followed the fat wizard borbers talking and laughing and gradually came to a village, suddenly several sharp arrows crossed an arc from the air and fell towards them.

"Overbearing -- overbearing."

The three arrows were dangerously inserted into the dirt road in front of the fat wizard and went deep into the ground. When you look at the tail of the arrow, it can't help shaking, which shows that its strength is quite amazing.

"What's the matter?"