The three encounters with Willy Blois all ended with Maka being deflated, which made him, who had always been very confident in his communication skills, feel seriously frustrated for the first time.
After sending Vili to the entrance of the Slytherin common room without a word, Maka returned to her dormitory and threw her head back on the bed.
"What's the matter? You look downcast, which is rare for you!" Roommate Ernie asked curiously.
"It's nothing," Maka waved her hand feebly, "I'm just a little tired."
"Tired!" he added in his mind.
Early the next morning, as soon as Maka stepped into the restaurant, she immediately saw Hermione walking towards him with a worried look on her face.
"Were you okay yesterday?" She looked Maka up and down, and saw that he didn't seem to have changed much, and then she started to ramble again, "I said, you are too impulsive! I already learned from Ron last night I heard the meaning of that word, but I don’t think we need to care about it at all! Malfoy is just out of his mind! There is no need to be familiar with him... "
"...Well, and, thank you." At the end of the sentence, Hermione said a little embarrassedly.
"You're welcome, remember, we are friends!" Maka spread her hands and said with a smile, "Also, you have to change your bad habit of being wordy."
After that, Maka laughed and walked towards Hufflepuff's long table, saying good morning to Harry and Ron along the way.
"What's wrong with him? He looks refreshed. Did something good happen to him?" Ron responded to Maka, then looked at Harry and said.
"How do I know? I heard that he likes to take care of the flowers and plants in the greenhouse. Maybe yesterday's punishment just suited him!" Harry shook his head and replied jokingly.
"You two! Aren't you Maka's friend too? Why don't you worry about him!" Hermione came over and sat down neatly across from them and said loudly.
"Isn't it enough that you care about him?" Ron said vaguely while stuffing fried bacon into his mouth.
"Maka is very capable and can definitely handle the trouble," Harry thought for a moment and then added, "At least he is much better than us."
"Yes! He can kill a troll by himself! God, it's incredible to think about it now." Ron said with a longing look on his face, "If only I could do it too."
"Then you should do your homework!" said Hermione. "Don't just deal with them casually."
"Oh - it's starting again." Ron groaned.
Maka looked at the trio of Gryffindors from afar, thinking that it would be best if life could continue so plainly and steadily. For him, isn't this kind of leisurely life that is completely different from the past exactly what he wants
"McLean, after the morning class, come to my office first." Just as he was thinking, he heard a voice calling him.
"Oh! Professor Sprout?" Maka saw her smiling face, which was probably a good thing this time, "Okay, Professor."
The first class in the morning was the History of Magic class. Professor Binns, as always, used his hypnotic tone to explain the evolutionary history of the automatic stirring crucible to the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students in the class. In the eyes of other students, this was a particularly boring piece of content, but Maka got a little inspiration from several of these instances - he wanted to try to improve this crucible, which might make his plan to make a fortune with potions semi-automatic. era.
Of course, it's obviously not that easy.
The second class is Maka's most troublesome transformation class at the moment.
To be honest, he has always liked this course, but the learning progress is very different from Charms, let alone Potions, which he is good at.
Especially some time ago, when he saw several quite interesting records in the forbidden book area, he felt even more uncomfortable.
He discovered that the ancient demon summoning technique was closely related to the transformation technique!
Let’s not even mention the obvious taboo of summoning demons. Maka guessed that the summoning technique alone was inseparably linked to the transformation technique. But that is white magic that has been famous for its destructive power since ancient times. It was once one of the main magic categories of many powerful white wizards.
Nowadays, the relevant theory has been almost completely lost, but it is a wonderful subject worth exploring.
Such an alluring and profound magic was like a luxurious feast that Maka could see but not eat. How could he not feel anxious
In Transfiguration class, Maka easily transformed a match into a needle and back again. While receiving praise from Professor McGonagall, he seemed even more troubled - obviously the slow progress was not a problem of his personal talent at all, but the problem.
Do you want him to ask Dumbledore that he saw the record of demon summoning in the forbidden book area and wanted to study it as soon as possible? Do not make jokes!
After class, Maca walked quickly to the greenhouse. He wanted to fill the sadness in his heart with the unknown good news that Professor Sprout brought him.
"Tuk tuk tuk" "Please come in!"
Pushing open the office door, Maka immediately discovered another person in the office—Mrs. Huo Qi, the first-year flying professor.
"Hello, Mrs. Hooch; hello, Professor Sprout." Maka bowed politely.
"Oh - yes, you are here, come here, kid." Professor Sprout greeted Maka over cordially.
"Yes, yes, there is good news today," Professor Sprout said. "Mrs. Hooch recommended you to me, saying that you should join the Hufflepuff House Quidditch team!"
"Oh! I was so shocked when I heard the news! You know, if you really pass the selection test, you will become the youngest academy player in a century! I am so proud of you !”
While talking, Professor Sprout couldn't help but hug Maka. She was really happy.
"Yes! I think there is no doubt that Mr. McClain can pass the temporary selection. This child's talent in Quidditch is unprecedented. I think that if he goes through a series of professional training, he may even be selected as a student. Go to a professional team!"
"Uh, is this true?" Maka does like flying freely in the air, but she can only say that she is only moderately interested in the sport of Quidditch.
"Oh, of course! I have asked Dumbledore about whether first-year students can participate in the Quidditch team. He thinks this is proof of the excellence of the students." Professor Sprout said enthusiastically, "Dumbledore Lido also likes this sport very much, and he often takes time to watch the International League!"
"Uh, no - ah! I mean, my blood is boiling for this!" Maka said with excitement on her face.
Now that the parties involved have agreed, everything will be easy to handle. After lunch, Professor Sprout took advantage of the lunch break and eagerly handed Maca to Darren Criss, the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.
Speaking of which, this gentle and helpful sixth-grade boy is also the prefect of Hufflepuff House!
"Maka, I've heard this from Mrs. Huo Qi before," Darren smiled and patted Maka on the shoulder. "That's awesome! I've never heard that you can join the hospital team in the first grade. of."
"Yeah! I was surprised too. I didn't even know if I could do it well. In fact, I only did some simple flying exercises in flying lessons!"
Of course, sometimes you can't control yourself and just let your temper run wild.
"No problem, no problem! We all trust Mrs. Hooch's vision - you know, she has been the Quidditch Cup referee for many years!"
"Besides, actually our college doesn't care much about the Quidditch Cup... At least I think Quidditch is a relaxing recess sport!" Darren said easily, "So I hate the Slytherin team, they Always do whatever it takes to win.”
"Oh, yes, I think so too." Maka echoed with a smile, "I really like that feeling of flying freely!"
"Okay, the lunch break is almost over! Come to the Quidditch pitch after class in the afternoon, and we will give you a temporary team test, so look forward to it! Hahaha—" Darren waved his hand and left, he was about to go Class begins.
"Hahaha." Maka laughed awkwardly.
He found that the time he would spend going to the library would be greatly reduced in the future, which was not good news.
The afternoon class passed quickly. Just as Maka was crowded into the common room with a large number of students in the corridor, he was pulled out of the crowd by a delicate white hand.
"Huh?" Maka was startled. After seeing who it was, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Oh, Senior Sister Charlotte, what's the matter?"
"What's going on? I'll come and take you to the Quidditch pitch!" Charlotte patted Maka's back vest hard and said carelessly.
Take him to the stadium? Could it be that…
"Is the senior a player on the college team?" Maka asked in surprise.
"Of course! Didn't I tell you? We may be teammates in the future! If you want to see a beautiful woman like me every day, then you have to work harder today."
Charlotte said casually while holding Maka's hand, and walked downstairs under the curious eyes of many students. Although they didn't hear clearly what the two of them were talking about, seeing Maka being held by such a beautiful woman and leaving her hand, what boy wouldn't be curious
"Oh, senior! I said, stop pulling, I will go by myself." Maka said helplessly.
"What's wrong with me, one of the three beauties in Hogwarts, holding hands and showing off in public? You must be enjoying it, my little brother." Charlotte chuckled, as if she was showing off to the public. The wretched aunt who deceived the young lady.
"Come on! I don't find any enjoyment in this. The only feeling is that I am walking down the street in front of a group of hungry wolf cubs!" Maka said with a bitter smile.
"You got the advantage and behaved!" Charlotte smiled and patted Maka on the head, but still let go of his hand.