Chapter 1066

Da... Da... Da

A series of slow footsteps echoed in Hogwarts castle. It began from the lobby and went up the stairs to the eighth floor.

When the footsteps wandered around the door of the Gryffindor common room for a while, it turned a corner and followed the corridor towards the Ravenclaw common room at the other end.

The owner who was waiting for the footsteps turned there again, listened to its direction change again, and went straight back to the first floor along the spiral staircase near the corner.

Obviously, the one who dragged around in Hogwarts late at night was filch, the school gatekeeper.

Tonight, after regularly patrolling the ground part of the castle as usual, he was ready to go back to the stairway behind the hall and sit there and continue to take a nap.

But who knows, when he hurried back to the hall slowly, he happened to see a figure running carefully towards the stairs.

Felch, who had long been used to students' night outings, reacted quickly. He was almost reflexively aware that it was a student who sneaked out in the middle of the night. And faster than him was his thin cat named Mrs. loris.

Before filch was about to shout, Mrs. loris, who had been following him at his feet, rushed out, looking unusually fast.

Filch's cry was only after his cat rushed out

Well, all right! In fact, he still couldn't shout out, because at the moment he wanted to open his mouth, he was stunned to find that his mouth and tongue were firmly stuck at some time.

Then filch felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Take it easy! It's me, McLean."

Suddenly, a voice sounded softly behind him, not so loud, but a word entered his ears in the quiet night.

"Keep quiet, just give me the student... Oh, the tongue lock throat seal spell will be automatically lifted soon. You can continue patrolling!"

Before the words fell, filch pursed his mouth, looked at the figure coming out from behind him, didn't look at himself any more, and quickly threw it to the stairs and disappeared.

"Yes!"

Filch groaned hard, but because the whole tongue was stuck to his upper jaw, he couldn't even make a loud groan.

As soon as he thought that it was Marca McLean who was talking to him just now, he had to complain silently in his heart and gave it up - no way, who let it be Marca McLean?.

……

At the same time, Marca on the other side passed on the stairs to the basement and caught up with the thin cat.

At this time, he could see that the figure in the hall was close at hand at the beginning.

"Good evening, Miss Parkinson?"

However, Maka's voice didn't stop the other party - she didn't even look back, but ran a few minutes faster than before.

Seeing her quickly pass the tapestry in front, she kept walking, and had reached the wall behind which was Slytherin's common room.

But while she spoke the password for tonight, the armor that had stood quietly on both sides of the wall suddenly moved, crossing the axe and gun in her hand in front of the gradually exposed door opening.

At the next moment, Mrs. Loris of filch caught up with the figure first and shouted at the other party like a demonstration at the root of the wall.

"Miss Parkinson," Marca then stood behind him and continued, "I have called your name. Why do you keep running? You know, whether you go back to the bedroom or not, the result is the same."

Probably the other party was always in a very nervous state just now, so he didn't think of this at all, let alone be able to identify the person after birth.

At this time, she suddenly turned around and found that under the dim yellow torch light, the not tall outline was actually Maka.

"Mike, McLean... Professor?"

"Oh, yes, that's right!" Maka looked at the girl as big as herself and nodded calmly. "Although I'm still leaving, there's nothing wrong with you calling me that."

It can be seen that the girl standing in front of him at this time is pansy Parkinson, the Slytherin girl who is deeply in love with Draco Malfoy.

After holding the hem of her robe and lowering her head for a moment of silence, Miss Parkinson suddenly whispered:

"I'm sorry, Professor McLean."

"Oh?" Marca seemed to say with interest, "why apologize to me?"

When Parkinson heard the speech, he held his mouth for a while and then said:

"Yes, because... I didn't sleep well at night and sneaked out."

Maka immediately nodded again and continued to ask:

"So... Miss Parkinson, where did you go so late?"

For Maka's problem, Parkinson's silence has obviously been longer, to the extent that even people who don't know it will hesitate.

Then she hesitated and said:

"I went to the astronomical tower... Look at the stars. You know, two meteors are very beautiful recently."

"Oh, um..."

When she said this, Maka shook her head, then turned her head down and looked at her feet.

"Mrs. loris, you can go back - filch is waiting for you!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the stairs at the other end of the corridor and motioned the smart thin cat to go back to her master.

Mrs. Loris soon understood Maka's meaning. She blinked her eyes with faint fluorescence and disappeared from the shadow when she turned around.

When she had to spread the cat away, Maka looked at Parkinson again - maybe she had a deep understanding of the situation and knew that she would never escape Maka's palm, so she looked very honest and clever now.

After Maka glanced at her, she casually said:

"Come with me! I think we should talk."

After that, Maka didn't care about anything else - he didn't even worry that the other party would run away, but turned around and took the lead along the slightly faint corridor.

When Parkinson saw it, he just hesitated and obediently followed up in the twinkling of an eye.

"Professor McLean, will you... Will you punish me?"

Maka's pace was not fast. After walking a short way, he suddenly heard Parkinson's question behind him.

After a little thought, Maka walked down the aisle without looking back:

"Of course not! As I said just now, I'm leaving... What's more, even if I'm still in office, the punishment for you should be decided by Professor Snape, the dean of your college."

"So... Are you taking me to his office?"

"... ah, yes."

……

In fact, Maka originally planned to choose any classroom. After all, he just wanted to "discuss" some problems with pansy Parkinson alone.

Moreover, those "problems" have to be said to be quite serious things, which are not suitable for more people to know at present.

But when Parkinson asked if he was going to Snape's office, although Marka knew that she said so out of some temptation, he thought it would be good to go to Snape.

So before long, he took Miss Parkinson, who followed her footsteps, to the office of the potion Professor, which was also located in the underground corridor.

Of course, since Slughorn didn't exchange offices at the beginning, now it has automatically become the office of the professor of defense against the dark arts with Snape's position change.

After Maka reached out and knocked on the door of the office, Snape didn't let them wait outside for too long. Soon there was a familiar impatient response.

"Who?"

"Professor Snape, it's me - McClane!" Marca said. "Oh, and miss pansy Parkinson, a sixth grader at Slytherin college."

"Huh?"

I heard Snape humming a little puzzled, but the next second, the door of the office automatically opened a crack.

"Come in."

As soon as she pushed the door in, Maka immediately saw Snape standing near her desk. But his clothes were well dressed, and even the band of his robe was well tied, which made people suspect that he was not sleeping at all before.

However, the more messy hair than usual finally exposed the fact that he had just got up from bed temporarily.

"Sorry, Professor! It may disturb your rest so late..."

Although Marka has long been Snape's colleague, his title to these professors has never changed. It can be seen that in his heart, these people are still professors worthy of his respect.

"Hum, let's talk about something!" snape tilted his chin and looked at Parkinson behind Maka. "Miss Parkinson violated the school rules and was caught by you?"

This time, before Maka spoke, he heard Parkinson take the initiative:

"I'm sorry, Professor Snape - I shouldn't have run around at night. I know I'm wrong."

However, this time, Maka no longer perfunctory with her. It can be seen that with a wave of his backhand, the door of the office suddenly closed with a bang, leaving a magic spell to prevent others from opening it.

Then, like Snape, he lost his expression in an instant, but said faintly:

"Professor, I'm sorry! Miss Parkinson broke more than the school rules this time... I think she may be escorted to wiesengamo for trial soon and given a cell with new straw to make a bed in Azkaban."

Maka's slightly untimely humor is in sharp contrast to what he said. At least now miss Parkinson doesn't feel interesting at all.