The ancient magic text classroom is a very bright classroom. Because there are many windows and they face southwest, sunlight will invade the entire classroom through the window openings in the afternoon.
On the walls of the classroom, there are various slates, photos and rubbings hung, which are all magic script samples obtained by archaeologists.
It is those objects with an ancient flavor that give this classroom a mysterious charm.
Standing by the window and looking out, you can see the empty lawn in front of the castle. When the breeze blows, the neat lawn sways with the wind, quietly creating layers of green waves.
If you look further into the distance, you can vaguely see several continuous mountains. Although they cannot be seen from here, Hogsmeade Village is indeed in that direction.
Occasionally, one or two owls would fly from the side of the mountains, gradually enlarging from small dots, and then with a few faint flapping sounds, half-gliding to the west tower on the left side of the field of vision.
At the top of that tower is the school's owl loft.
Speaking of which, the environment of the ancient magic text classroom is actually one of the best in Hogwarts Castle. Studying here will at least feel more relaxed and enjoyable than studying in the basement or other places.
Logically speaking, such an excellent environment alone is enough to attract many students to take this course.
However, the number of students who choose this elective subject, which is no less boring than the history of magic class and is more difficult to understand than the divination class, is always reduced to a handful under the admonitions of generations of seniors.
Maka gently pushed open the classroom door, looked around the classroom, and then walked towards the window. When passing by the lecture table, he conveniently placed the teaching materials and a list on it.
But when he took two steps forward, he turned around and took the list back into his hand.
It was still a short while before the last class ended. At this time, the classroom seemed empty, and every step he took would leave a clear rubbing sound.
Maka stood in front of the window, took out her wand and waved it, all the windows were opened, and a slightly cool breeze gently blew over his neck, making him feel a little refreshed.
He lowered his head and flipped through the list in his hand casually.
The number of new students admitted to Hogwarts is not fixed every year. For example, in the first grade where Maka and Harry entered, the number of new students was particularly small.
But no matter what, there are nearly a thousand students in the entire school. Even if the elective courses are only voluntary, they will not be as few as the list of elective students for the ancient magic text course in Maka's hand.
Currently, the OWLs class that Maka takes over has a total of 56 third-grade students; and among the sixth- and seventh-grade students, there are only 15 students who choose the ancient magic text NEWTs class.
The fifth grade ancient magic class that will be taken next is the class of Maca, which has the smallest number of students in recent years. There are only 10 students in the four colleges combined.
What Maka is most curious about right now is, why wasn't this course just canceled
No! In fact, there are only 9 students coming soon. As for the other student who is absent for some reason...
"Willy Blois."
Maka looked at the name on the list, confusion flashed across her face for a moment.
That's right, this school year, the girl whose whole body is full of mysteries has dropped out of school again. Although I don't know exactly what happened to her, or what is happening now. But the other party didn't want to mention it, so he wouldn't be ignorant to get close to him and insist on making things clear.
Some secrets will not make it easier just because they are told to others, just like Maka's own secrets, he doesn't want anyone to know.
At this moment, a clear ringing of bells came from the corridor outside the classroom. The previous class was over, and it was time for the students to move in a hurry and head to the classroom where the next class was to be.
Maka smiled slightly, reached out from her waist and took out a stack of small pieces of paper, then raised her wand and waved it gently a few times. In an instant, the pieces of paper flew by themselves, spinning and landing at his feet.
When he pointed at the square stool next to the lectern for the last time, the only piece of paper left in his hand slid lightly to the seat of the square stool, and fell with it beside the lectern.
At the same time, Maka's figure became hazy in a trance.
"... Come on, come on, it's over here."
Along with the unexpected noise and bustle in the corridor, several students crowded around and pushed open the classroom door.
"Hey, McClain hasn't arrived yet?"
"Hey! It should be called 'Professor MacLean'!"
"Oh my, my, I haven't gotten used to it yet..."
In the ancient magic text classroom, the windows were all open, and the wind moved the curtains lightly, making them look like skirts flying in the wind.
The number of people in the classroom was increasing, and soon it exceeded the "9 people" that Maka had expected. It seemed that even some students who did not have classes came to observe on their own initiative.
Not that the young wizards were tempted by the academic achievements Dumbledore listed last night.
In fact, the reason why everyone came together was just because a peer like Maka suddenly appeared among a group of "adult" professors.
It is definitely impossible to say that you are not curious!
Everyone wants to see how novel the course taught by this legendary classmate Maka will be.
Soon, there were many more people in the originally empty classroom; this ancient magic text classroom, which could accommodate up to 50 students, was now mostly occupied by students.
And at the back door of the classroom, there was even a little Professor Flitwick. It seems that he wants to take advantage of the gap between classes to come over and observe the first class that Maka is responsible for!
However, what made Maka regretful was that no one noticed the inconspicuous square stool lying beside the lecture table.
Just then, the school bell rang.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"
The clear ringtone emitted by the magic bell in the foyer spread throughout every corridor in the castle, and two swaying figures walked in from the door just like that.
Luna was the first to come in. She was still looking around in a daze as usual, as if she was surprised that there were so many students in the usually deserted ancient magic class classroom.
Behind Luna was a panting female student, and her wizard robe showed that she was a Hufflepuff.
"Sorry, I-I'm late again!"
This little witch's name is Hannah Abbott.
She bowed deeply and panicked at the door, then straightened up in a hurry, as if trying to find the professor as much as possible.
To be honest, Hannah's behavior has been so rough since she first entered school. And in terms of being careless, she was even worse than Neville.
It seems that her whole life she has been busy getting lost, looking for lost things, and recalling other people's names. Sometimes it really makes people feel powerless.
In front of Hannah, Luna blinked her big eyes. Her silver-gray eyes swayed as if without focus as she passed slowly by the lecture table.
Hannah hurriedly chased after her. It seemed that she never wanted to stay alone at the door of the classroom.
At this moment, Luna suddenly stopped, causing the reckless girl behind her to almost hit her in the back.
"Well?"
Despite Luna's usual dazed appearance, in some aspects, her senses are surprisingly sharp.
Her eyes were attracted by the square stool lying beside the lecture table.
Hannah quickly stopped her steps. After seeing Luna looking back, she subconsciously looked behind her and noticed the square stool for the first time.
"oh."
Hannah blinked inexplicably, then walked over habitually, reaching out to the square stool that had fallen to the ground.
Hannah Abbott is a reckless girl who can't even take care of herself, but her heart is clearer and more pure than many people.
Although she is always reckless, when others need help, this girl will always try to do what she can for others.
Maka and Hannah were in the same class and were sorted into Hufflepuff House. He knew very well that if it were this girl, she would definitely help the square stool up.
The only question is whether she can notice it.
The moment Hannah Abbott lifted up the square stool, a vague figure gradually appeared behind the gently dancing curtain by the window, and to the surprised sight of almost everyone, It slowly became clear.
It felt as if he was being separated from the invisible wind by an invisible force. Although it was a bit abrupt, there was no disharmony at all.
"Hold up the fallen square stool casually. This is an outstanding virtue that is inconspicuous but cannot be ignored -" Maka looked at the students in the classroom with a warm smile on her face, "Because Hannah ·Aibo’s behavior adds 5 points to Hufflepuff House.”
"Wow! What is that? Is it the 'Xianyin Potion' invented by McClain?"
"It may also be a high-level magic spell - the Disappearance Curse. I heard a seventh-grade senior mention it..."
"Look, what are those pieces of paper on the ground? I didn't see it just now—"
As Maka's words gradually faded, a subdued buzz sounded in the classroom, and everyone couldn't help but discuss how Maka appeared.
"Everyone, be quiet!" Maka said, with a slight swing of the wand in her hand, the small piece of paper on the square stool fell back to a certain point on the ground, and his figure became blurred again.
Immediately afterwards, he flicked the wand again, and the pieces of paper on the ground immediately flew back to his open left hand.
"In this first class, I will tell you one thing clearly - ancient magic literature has its unique charm and great value!"