"Please don't say that, Principal Dumbledore. I am personally very honored to be able to join a wizarding school like Hogwarts with a long history and many celebrities..."
When Maka said these words, she didn't even glance at Umbridge.
"Not long ago, I also went to school here. If you want to talk about my feelings for this school, I believe that I am no less sentimental than all the teachers and students here..." He said, turning around and looking towards Students in the auditorium, "Here, we have the courage and strength of the Gryffindors, the wisdom and acumen of the Ravenclaws, and the shrewdness and confidence of the Slytherins..."
"Of course, there is also the hard work and loyalty of the Hufflepuffs that I personally admire the most!"
No one interrupted Maka's speech-like speech, not even Umbridge, who secretly hated her.
Of course, Umbridge was not intimidated by Maka's pile of achievements. There was only one reason why she stopped talking, and that was Maka's identity here -
He is the "Special Professor" at Durmstrang Academy of Magic.
As Dumbledore said, Maka was specially sent by Karkaroff. The reason why he came to Hogwarts to serve was to show the magical world the beauty of Hogwarts and Durmstrang. Close friendship.
This is indeed the reason why Maka came as a "special professor", but it is not all the reasons, just one of them.
In the long history of the wizarding world, magic schools sending personnel to each other is a rare but always-existing exchange.
But the biggest reason is not "maintaining friendship", but a stability maintenance behavior formulated by the International Federation of Wizards.
In other words, Maka is actually a dispatched person handled by the Education Department under the International Federation of Wizards. He can be said to be completely "airborne", while the British Ministry of Magic, which was supposed to be sandwiched in the middle, was directly "jumped" pass.
The nail was driven in at an extremely precise time and with such hardness that Umbridge was unable to interfere with him in any way.
On the contrary, Maka has the responsibility of supervising the education situation at Hogwarts. If he reports any "specific situation" to the Union Education Department, the unlucky one will definitely be the British Ministry of Magic.
Of course, this is actually not good for Maka. After all, if some negative situations leak out, Hogwarts will also be under pressure.
"The system of special security personnel has not been used for a long time. Even if Dumbledore is the current president of the International Federation of Wizards, he cannot have the ability to manipulate meeting decisions... How is this done?"
A false smile appeared on Umbridge's face again, but she couldn't figure out an accurate answer to the question in her mind. Her sweet expression was truly disgusting.
"... Regarding the book list you have received, you can buy the book "The Mystery of Ancient Magic Texts" at the library administrator's counter. Students who have not taken the ancient magic text class can also buy it!"
While Umbridge was still thinking thoughtfully, Maka had come to the end of her words.
"Okay, I think everyone has almost finished eating. I have to seize the time to fill my stomach before the table is cleared..." He shrugged, causing the little wizards to snicker, "That's it. Let Principal Dumbledore give you the final explanation!"
Before she finished speaking, Maka nodded slightly to everyone, and then quickly walked to the empty seat on the staff table.
From beginning to end, he only said one sentence to Umbridge, but even so, his arrival brought a lot of fear to Umbridge.
"Well, everyone must have started to feel sleepy, so I'll finish what I need to say as soon as possible!" There was another burst of polite laughter from the audience.
"Quidditch tryouts will be held at..."
"McLean, teaching a bunch of ignorant brats is not as easy and pleasant as you think..."
While Maka was fighting with her food for a moment, Snape, who was sitting next to her, said with a smile.
"I think so, Professor Snape..." Maka swallowed the food in her mouth, took another sip of grape juice, and then continued, "That's why I chose to take the position of magic text class. They only need If you keep reciting, reciting, and reciting, you will almost graduate."
He said, thought for a moment, and finally added: "Well, that's right, just like a history of magic class."
"Then why do you need to prepare your own teaching materials?" Snape looked hesitant, "Can't you just use the existing teaching materials?"
After hearing this, Maka couldn't help but chuckle: "The teaching materials I prepared are not for students to learn... Well, at least they don't have to be taught to students."
He paused, then lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "I showed it to the Education Department of the International Federation of Wizards - without some genuine goods, it will not be so easy to get the identity of the special agent."
Here, Maka was eating and chatting with Snape. Over at the Gryffindor table, Harry and others were also talking about this matter. However, the content of what they talked about was much shallower.
"Hermione, what are you thinking about?" Harry asked involuntarily when he saw that Hermione seemed to be deep in thought.
"Huh?" Hermione came back to her senses and said thoughtfully, "It can be seen from Umbridge's rude interruption of Dumbledore's speech just now that she is serving as Defense Against the Dark Arts this time. Professor, there must be some bad intentions..."
"I can see that too..." Ron scratched his head, "But the key is, what does she want to do?"
"No, it's not 'her', but the part of the 'force' she represents," Hermione said seriously, "Do you remember? Maka said, Fu... you know, 'that person' laid a trap in the Ministry of Magic Got the chess pieces…”
"... I'm wondering if this Umbridge is... one of the pawns."
Probably because they no longer had time to worry about the previous awkwardness, Harry and Ron glanced at each other subconsciously, and a sense of crisis filled the air.
"We don't need to be too nervous," Hermione immediately comforted her upon seeing this, "Obviously, Maka and Dumbledore have already been prepared for this - this time Maka suddenly became our professor, which must be some kind of response. plan."
"So..." Harry hesitated, "should we do something?"
At this moment, there was a messy collision sound all around. Obviously, this was because Dumbledore announced the disbandment.
Everyone stood up and planned to leave.
Hermione suddenly jumped up, showing a rare look of panic, and her eyes kept wandering around.
"Ron, it's time for us to show the first years the way!"
"Ah! Oh, you're right!" Ron also jumped up immediately, "Hey-hey! Everyone... that... little ones!"
"Ron!"
"Ahem, I'm not wrong... they are so small!"
"Then you can't—" Hermione collected her thoughts and put on a steady expression, "First-year students, please go this way! Follow me—"
…
The office of the ancient magic text professor is located on the fifth floor of the main castle, and the ancient magic text classroom is also located on the same floor. The two rooms are only half a corridor apart.
If you come out of the office, walk a little further after passing the classroom, you can turn a corner and see the Hogwarts library.
At this moment, when the students were heading to the common rooms of each college, Maka walked to her office empty-handed just like when she arrived in the auditorium.
Although I'm not sure how Professor Babling arranged her office before, at least Maka didn't have the thought to dress up the room.
In addition to the necessary daily necessities, his office is entirely occupied by bookshelves and various books, documents, and notebooks.
Whoever walks into this office will smell the reassuring scent of ink.
Unconsciously, Maka's habits seemed to become more and more similar to those of Rowena Ravenclaw. Just like when Maka first entered Rowena's secret room, his office felt like a private study filled with books.
He had just sat down behind his desk, and before he had time to savor the feeling of being a professor, he suddenly felt a slight fluctuation of magic power coming from outside the door.
“Tuk tuk tuk”
There was a polite knock on the office door.
"Please come in."
As the door was gently opened, a light golden color immediately caught Maka's eyes.
"Luna!"
A gentle smile appeared on Maka's face.
"Hello! Professor MacLean..." Luna's misty silver eyes blinked slightly, and her soft voice passed through the sea of books in the office, seeming to have a simple charm.
"Yes, I am your professor now!" Maka said with a relaxed smile, "Although I haven't seen the list of students who have chosen the magic text class, I remember that you should be one of them, right?"
"I like ancient runes very much. Each letter in them has a mysterious meaning - Dad also likes it very much!" Luna said in a trance.
"Well, Mr. Lovegood published some rune articles in "The Quibbler," and I did read that—" Maka nodded and waved to Luna again, "Stop talking standing up. Come and sit for a while!”
Luna put her hands behind her back as if walking, and wandered to the desk. There, against the wall, there was a chair with a backrest squeezed among the piles of books.
She sat down carefully, then put her hands from behind to in front of her, showing Maka what she was holding.
"Dad and I picked out the gift for you to celebrate your finding a job." Luna said, showing a faint smile, "Dad also said that he wanted to thank you for providing him with an interesting piece of news."