Chapter 1132

"Professor McLean... I'm taking leave!"

Just after an interview with the prophet daily, Maka returned to Hogwarts from the Ministry of magic. As soon as he entered the hall, he met pansy waiting silently by the door.

Since Maka noticed the other party's abnormality this morning, she was not too surprised that she came to find herself at the moment.

Just

"Miss Parkinson, it doesn't seem appropriate to come to me about asking for leave?"

Even if he hasn't left at the moment, he doesn't have the right to grant leave notes to students. Pansy is a student of Slytherin college. It's reasonable to go to Snape.

But Maka also knows that because most of the real reasons for pansy's leave are related to his task, it's not a wrong decision to come to him directly.

"I understand that many things are inconvenient for others to know, but Professor Snape must be OK. You can go directly to his office and tell him the truth - I think he will give you a few days off!"

However, after listening to him, pansy still didn't move her steps. And then, Marca saw a little hesitation on her face.

"Professor Snape, I've been there..." she said, "but about this time, the professor suggested that I come to you."

"Oh?"

When Maka heard the speech, she waved and said:

"Well, since Professor Snape said so, let's talk to me first... Come on, lunch time is coming. Talk as you walk!"

In fact, pansy's story is obviously not complicated. In a few words, Maka got a general idea of Pansy's receipt of Marcus Flint's letter.

After the two walked into the auditorium side by side, pansy even told Maka his thoughts and guesses.

Soon, at the long table near the side door in the auditorium, Maka stopped.

"... in other words, you think the flint family may be bad for your friend, so your friend... Her name is' eluli '? So your friend just told you about her relationship with you, hoping to prevent Marcus and other flint family people from hurting her again?"

What Maka said is basically a summary of Pansy's words. Whether this conjecture is correct or not, at least from the content of Marcus's letter eager to confirm the relationship between the two, it should be certain that illuli is in trouble.

After listening to Maka's words, she immediately summarized them. Pansy immediately nodded and said that he really meant it.

Seeing this, Maka shook her head and asked:

"So, you came to me for leave... Is it to go to the flints and save your friend?"

Pansy hurriedly said:

"Oh, I also know it's unwise to do so, and it's probably hard for me alone to have a legitimate reason to go to the flint family. But..."

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but pause helplessly.

"I think you can understand - although it would be much more likely to bring Emily out in the name of our Parkinson family, I can't tell my family about it."

"At least you didn't directly consider how to steal or rob people. After all, it's very different from asking you to go to the dungeon of the Ministry of magic to save people!"

Maka smiled as she spoke.

Pansy's ability to steal that eluli from the Ministry of magic obviously depended on his preparations for each other. And without his prior help, pansy might not even be able to get to the dungeon.

After knowing the whole reason why pansy asked for leave, Maka finally understood why Snape asked her to find herself.

In fact, if you have to say, the answer is very simple, that is, Snape is too lazy to care!

"Anyway, I know about this!" Maka nodded and told the truth, "as for the vacation you want? I can give it to you... But seriously, it's probably meaningless for you to go alone; and I have something to do here, so I can't help you."

Just then, Maka looked around.

Because lunch will not start until a little later, there are few people in the auditorium at this time. Most little wizards are in the public lounge.

After looking for no one, Maka turned and shrugged:

"It seems that he hasn't come yet... Well, anyway, I suggest you ask Mr. Malfoy. If he is willing to help you, it may be more effective than you go back and ask your parents!"

"Draco?"

Pansy didn't expect that Maka would give herself such a suggestion. But... Draco? It does sound like a pretty good choice.

However, will he promise such a thing?

It seemed that she could see the contradictory intention and hesitation in pansy's heart at a glance. Maka couldn't help smiling, then waved her hand and said:

"In view of your recent good performance, I especially allow you to borrow my name this time - when you go to Malfoy later, you say I suggested you go."

Pansy now knows that in front of Draco, Maka's words are very effective. So when Maka said this, she immediately brightened her eyes.

"Really?"

It is undoubtedly a very happy thing for pansy to help his friends and get the help of the people he likes.

"Of course... Well, he has come. I think you can talk to him about it after he has enjoyed a delicious lunch."

Just as Maka looked towards the door, Draco, who was following the crowd, subconsciously looked here, and immediately saw him with a look of hesitation.

Obviously, Draco is very alert to Maka's subtle "kind" smile.

"Well... Professor McLean, I'll go to the table first."

"Oh, yes," Maka suddenly added when she saw that pansy was about to leave. "After getting Malfoy's consent, you remember to say to Professor Snape - you know, even if I signed your leave slip, it would be invalid."

That's true, but in fact, his signature may not be useless. Anyway, the student's leave slip must be sent to Professor McGonagall through Charlotte. No matter which one of them will not question a leave application signed by him.

However, Maka is not willing to do such things as breaking the rules under normal circumstances.

Looking at Pan Xifu turning around and nodding, Maka turned back and walked slowly to the teaching staff in front of the auditorium.

When he passed the back of the seat in the middle of the teaching staff seat, he saw him stop a little. After whispering something to Professor McGonagall sitting in the chair, he went to his seat as naturally as usual.

"Oh! Today's lunch looks really good!" he exclaimed happily.

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Because in the auditorium, Maka didn't make too obvious moves when talking to Professor McGonagall, in fact, most people didn't notice it.

When Professor McGonagall and Marca were both full, they seemed not to care about each other and left the auditorium one after another.

But in fact, what Maka said at that time was, "the interview went well. I'll go to the headmaster's office to see you after lunch, and we'll talk about it in detail."

Yes, that's right. Few people know the real intention of Maka's interview this morning, and Professor McGonagall is the most important of those few.

After leaving the auditorium, makadan went straight to the headmaster's room along the spiral stairs behind the statue of the gargoyle.

"Dudu."

In front of the headmaster's room, Maka knocked on the door. This time, there wasn't even any response from inside. The front door opened when the door knocked.

When she stepped into the principal's room, Maka closed the door, and then walked all the way to Professor McGonagall's desk.

"Sit down! Maka... Sit down and say."

Professor McGonagall has been looking good recently. It can be seen that she seems to have gradually adapted to the hard work and pressure of the headmaster, and she is no longer as tired as before.

At this moment, she looked at Maka's expression is also very calm, even if she knows that the next thing she and Maka will discuss can definitely be called an unprecedented "event".

"Maka, I couldn't help but be relieved to hear you say that the interview went well - but I think minister scrimger's expression must have been quite wonderful when you said 'that thing'?"

In the face of Professor McGonagall's leisurely laughter, Maka spread her hands easily.

"Yes!" he said with a smile, "but no wonder he. After all, it's hard for anyone to keep calm when he first heard it. I'm surprised that Mr. scrimger didn't shout on the spot!"

Professor McGonagall smiled and nodded a few times. Then he frowned a little and said positively:

"What about the reporter of the prophet daily?"

"At least it's better than our minister," Maka shrugged and suddenly praised. "The reporter in charge of this interview is Miss Betty brethwaite, who used to be a special writer for the international version... I have to say that people are also journalists who have seen the world, and their psychological tolerance is really good."

"Oh, it's the little girl of brethwaite's family?" Professor McGonagall seemed to know the reporter at that time. "Her father was an excellent reporter - I remember that in the most rampant period of death eaters, Mr. brethwaite took the initiative to become a brave wartime reporter. It's a pity..."

Professor McGonagall didn't go on, but instead let Maka understand and show a trace of regret.