No matter how bright the sun is, it will always gradually set with the arrival of night. Beautiful times often make people lament the ruthless passage of time.
While Monday has not yet arrived, everyone is working hard to enjoy the last freedom of this day.
However, when the little wizards gathered in the auditorium and planned to have a delicious dinner with their friends, they found that the plates on the table were still empty.
"What's going on? Isn't it already dinner time? Why hasn't the food been put out yet?"
More and more students gathered in the auditorium, and soon all the usual seats were filled. Everyone was discussing in low voices with their neighbors, and the whispers could be heard all of a sudden.
Hermione, Harry and Ron were also sitting in the middle of the Gryffindor table, frowning and exchanging glances with each other, feeling a little uneasy in their hearts.
Especially Hermione, she glanced at the staff bench from time to time, but except for the principal's bench in the middle, it was still empty, and even the seat where Maka usually sat was empty.
Professor McGonagall was still sitting in the seat that belonged to her, with a straight face and said nothing.
Ever since Dumbledore left everyone forever, Professor McGonagall, as the acting headmaster, has always been unwilling to sit in the seat that belongs to Dumbledore, and the same is true today.
As for the other professors, they were also sitting in their respective seats. Although their expressions were different, what they were doing was the same - they seemed to be waiting for something.
"...Is Umbridge back? Is she playing another trick?" Ron couldn't help but whispered.
"Who knows?" Hermione frowned, "Although we don't know yet, judging from the actual situation, Umbridge is definitely the biggest suspect."
"You should know if you wait a little longer. There's no point in guessing now." Harry looked at Professor McGonagall's stern expression, and his heart became increasingly heavy.
At this moment, Professor McGonagall suddenly stood up. Without her opening a word, the little wizards in the auditorium automatically stopped talking in low voices and focused their attention on her.
Everyone was obviously impatient with the wait.
"Students, I have kept you waiting for a long time. But before we start dinner, I have to inform you of three things -" Professor McGonagall said with a tight face, "First, there is news from the Greek magic world. The Minos Magic School in Greece was breached by a force of unknown origin. The specific situation is still under investigation by the local magic community... "
In the entire European wizarding world, Hogwarts in the UK, Beauxbatons in France, and Durmstrang in Scandinavia are the three most famous magic schools.
But in addition to these three schools, there are also some smaller magic schools. The "Minos Magic School" in Greece is one of them.
In fact, in ancient times, this historic magic school was also one of the world-famous magic schools. But in the long history of history, due to various reasons, this school has long been relegated to the third rate.
But even so, in the current tone of the magic world, which is tending to be stable and peaceful, the destruction of a magic school is undoubtedly very shocking.
This is true even if it is a magic school that is about to wither itself.
However, it was something that happened far away in Greece after all. Although most of the young wizards were shocked, no one understood at the moment what Professor McGonagall's intention was in telling everyone about this matter so solemnly.
While the students from various colleges were confused, Professor McGonagall continued -
"...Second, because the Minos Magic School was suddenly destroyed, the Greek Ministry of Magic must step up its investigation into the truth about the unknown force and protect the safety of ordinary local wizards. In the case of insufficient manpower, the Greek Ministry of Magic must work hard to save the surviving students. In order to improve our future, we have applied for international assistance from the Wizards’ Council.”
"So, the three major magic schools, including our Hogwarts, will each receive a group of survivors from the Minos School of Magic—"
Having said this, Professor McGonagall paused, and then shouted loudly: "Invite twenty-seven admitted students to enter the auditorium!"
Before he finished speaking, the door to the side corridor of the auditorium was slowly pushed open from the outside.
…
Half a day ago, the ancient magic text professor's office.
Maka, who had just finished lunch in the auditorium and returned here in a hurry, sensed a faint wave of magic coming from outside the door before she sat down.
Then, as expected, he heard a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
Maka didn't sit down either. He turned around and answered the door.
The office door opened quietly, and Professor McGonagall strode in with a solemn expression, nodding slightly towards Maka.
"Good afternoon, Professor McGonagall." Maka nodded.
The two of them were so polite, naturally because there were outsiders present.
Professor McGonagall did not come alone. Behind her, there was also a guy that no one wanted to see at the moment - the temporarily resigned Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Dolores Umbridge.
"Good afternoon, young Professor MacLean." Although we haven't seen her for many days, the disgusting smile on the old woman's face has not changed much, and it even looks more disgusting.
"Well," Maka said with a half-smile, "Good afternoon, older Ms. Umbridge."
Faced with Umbridge's provocation, Maka would naturally not be polite.
He didn't even refer to her as "Professor", because even if the old woman came back to continue her appointment, she was still not a professor at Hogwarts as long as it was not announced publicly.
"Uh-huh—" Umbridge didn't pay attention. She just turned her head and glanced at McGonagall, "Minerva McGonagall Acting Headmistress?"
"You don't need to remind me, I'm not old enough to forget things." Professor McGonagall frowned and handed the roll of parchment in his hand to Maka, "Professor MacLean, please read this first. I’ll explain my purpose again.”
Macca took the scroll with some doubts, unfolded it, and scanned it from beginning to end. In just a few seconds, he raised his head again, his eyes silently passing over Umbridge's old face.
"Do you want me to hand over to the head of the Wizards Council? Of course there is no problem..." Maka said calmly, "But... what is the situation in the Greek magic world? What attacked Minos?"
He was asking Professor McGonagall, but his eyes always stayed on Umbridge's face, as if he wanted to see something from that fake face covered with a sweet smile.
Unfortunately, there was no change in Umbridge's expression at this moment, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.
"I don't know. Maybe we won't know until the follow-up investigation by the Greek Ministry of Magic comes out." Professor McGonagall shook her head slightly and continued, "Now that you understand, I won't say anything more. Get ready. , in half an hour, you can follow Ms. Umbridge for a walk!"
After saying that, Professor McGonagall turned and walked out of the office. Umbridge immediately took two quick steps to follow.
She didn't want to stay here, and being with Maka didn't feel good at all. Although the two of them will definitely have some time alone for a while, the torture is obviously as short as possible.
Maka held the roll of parchment in her hand, walked to the armchair in the pile of information next to her, sat down, and unfolded the roll of parchment and read it again.
This is a document signed by the Greek Ministry of Magic, the Wizarding Council, the British Ministry of Magic, and Hogwarts.
The content is roughly about: Because the Minoan Magic School suffered a terrorist attack, the Greek Ministry of Magic applied for international assistance and asked magic schools across Europe to accept the surviving students and arrange for them to attend school and graduate normally.
It also contains the names, genders and ages of the twenty or so students assigned to Hogwarts. As for other contents, there may be other documents or information, but at least the document in Maka's hand does not contain any information. Not written out.
"...Greece?"
Maka stared at the keywords on the document and thought for a while, but didn't find many clues.
"Could it be related to Grindelwald or Voldemort?" He thought for a moment, then shook his head, "At least it shouldn't have anything to do with Voldemort - his attention is completely focused on the British wizarding world, and for now He definitely doesn't have the energy to reach out that far."
"So... was it Grindelwald?" Maca asked doubtfully, "Let's assume it was him who did it, but what good will this do to him?"
He still has some knowledge about Minos Magic School. No, if you have to say it, in fact, any wizard who has read "History of Magic" carefully knows that this school has been completely destroyed in a past war.
The current Minos Magic School was rebuilt on the site of the original school.
If you ask what can be obtained by breaking through Minos, I believe that all wizards who know that period of history have only one answer - nothing!
Minos Magic School has long lost its original heritage, both the teaching level and the treasures left in the school have been lost. Therefore, even if it is rebuilt with funds, the number of students it enrolls every year is quite limited.
It is truly on the verge of extinction.
"Maybe... I'm overthinking it?" Maka rerolled the parchment in confusion. "The Greek magic world in modern times has always been in chaos. The local Ministry of Magic is having a hard time maintaining normal operations. No wonder I will apply for international assistance this time... There is nothing unreasonable about it.”
“However, it’s best to be careful in everything, so let’s send someone to Greece for a trip first!”
After some deliberation, he put the matter in his mind, stood up and walked to the back of the office.
After a while, it was time to hand over Minos' more than 20 students to the person in charge sent by the Wizards' Council, and it was time to change into a relatively formal wizard's robe.
After all, he was representing Hogwarts no matter what.