"I saw you and Draco getting off the Knight Bus that day! I know you must have said something to Draco. You'd better be careful. My uncle has come out of the dungeons of the Ministry of Magic!"
When Maka reached out and made a move, the parchment held by Navito in his palm suddenly jumped up, drew an arc in the classroom, and stopped steadily in front of him. As the crumpled parchment unfolded on its own, these two sentences were quietly reflected in his eyes.
It turned out that an acquaintance noticed Draco and the person he was riding on the Knight Bus with. Also, at that time, Hogsmeade was crowded with people, and Neville was vomiting so inconspicuously that it was not surprising that someone saw him.
Although Pansy Parkinson is a girl with an ugly appearance, her character and conduct are extremely bad. She always likes to make fun of Gryffindors with her words. But the only pure place in her heart was reserved for Draco. She saw that Draco had always been extraordinarily silent recently, and it probably started on that day, so it was no wonder that she thought of Neville.
However, if this note was only seen by Neville, it would be nothing more than a threat. But this Miss Parkinson never thought that Neville, who had never dared to cause trouble, would directly raise his hand to complain.
Now that this piece of parchment has fallen into Maka's hands, the consequences may not be as simple as deducting academy points.
"What does it say?"
Slughorn came over curiously, but Maca didn't pay attention and directly sent the crumpled paper to the bald old man with a wave of his hand.
"Ms. Parkinson, I think it is necessary for you to come to my office after lunch," Maka said calmly, "Maybe you can have a good chat with me about your uncle."
"No... I... I was talking nonsense," Parkinson subconsciously took a step back, looking at Maka as if he were looking at a dementor that chooses people to eat, "I don't know where he is, I... "
"It's class time now. If you have anything to say, please leave it to my office!" Maka waved her hand, then nodded towards Slughorn, indicating that he could continue class.
From the beginning to the end, Maka's behavior was quite casual, and you couldn't tell the seriousness of the matter just by looking at him. But the little wizards are not blind. Anyone who has glanced at Pansy Parkinson will understand that the contents of the note may not be as calm as Maka's face.
Slughorn was similar to Maca. After reading the words on the piece of paper, he also showed no concern about the matter. But unlike Maka, his calmness is based on the life principle of "not actively causing trouble."
To put it simply, the old man just "just pretended not to see it".
After handing the piece of paper back to Maka, Slughorn cleared his throat and then began to talk about the subsequent course content as if nothing had happened. Except for Miss Parkinson, most of the other little wizards gradually turned their attention back to Slughorn's relaxed and cheerful explanation, and unknowingly put this episode aside for the time being.
During the rest of the class, Maka and Slughorn worked together to add a lot of highlights to the textbook knowledge, which made most students have a considerable change in the subject of Potions. .
It is true that although Snape is definitely one of the best in potions, his teaching method is too boring. If you are studying according to the writing on the blackboard in every class, no matter how detailed and accurate the writing on the blackboard is, it will always make you tired.
Listening to the humorous teacher's lectures, time always flies by, and the end of get out of class is here in a blink of an eye.
This time, the students felt a rare sense of reluctance, because in the second half of the class, Slughorn told an interesting story about his preparation of potions, but unfortunately it was interrupted by the sound of a magic bell.
"Okay, okay, I will take some time to finish it in the next class," Slughorn said with a smile, "Everyone, hurry up and pack up, the anticipated lunch time is about to begin! "
After saying this, he did not leave first, but waited for the little wizards to leave the classroom one after another, and then packed up the teaching aids on the desk behind him.
It can be seen that Miss Parkinson still looked nervous when she left. Perhaps Maka, who had taken care of Voldemort and Grindelwald, was a terrible monster in her eyes.
Originally, Maka hadn't planned to get any information from her! But looking at her wavering energy, she really has some expectations now.
"Mr. McLean, it was quite a lesson, wasn't it?" Slughorn had already packed up his belongings and said happily while walking towards Maka.
"Yes, I think they like you," Maka stopped thinking for a moment and responded with a smile, "This audit has also given me a lot of teaching experience. I will use them Used in my ancient magic text class."
"Hahaha, you are so humble."
It's great to have someone to support you, especially a promising young wizard like Maka. Slughorn's mood became even better at this moment.
The two young and old people, who liked to compliment each other casually, happily walked out of the classroom side by side and walked along the corridor towards the stairs.
By the way, Slughorn did not ask Snape to vacate the Potions Professor's office because he felt that the office in the basement was too old and dark. In order to have a comfortable office environment, he specifically asked Professor McGonagall to leave him the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.
Maka didn't know the specific details of the bargain, but he could guess that the old man must have included this in the conditions for him to return to Hogwarts.
"... This is indeed interesting. See you in the auditorium later. We can continue talking about this topic at the dinner table."
When the moving stairs moved to a certain location on the third floor, Slughorn and Maka were temporarily separated, and then they walked to his own office.
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In Britain, whether in the Muggle world or the wizarding world, lunch time always flies by. And what Slughorn said after class, "the anticipated lunch time," was more of a typical British joke.
It seems that people are not that interested in lunch. After finishing it in a hurry, they return to intense work or study. If you really have leisure and sentiment, afternoon tea time is a real enjoyment for British people.
Soon, Maka finished his meal, and then returned to her office after politely declining Slughorn's "entanglement".
The appearance here has basically remained the same. It is so narrow that one can just throw his butt and put himself on the pile of paper. Whether he is sitting or standing, he may not be able to see Mr. MacLean behind the desk.
But our Mr. McLean is currently immersed in sketching a draft, as if he is pondering some complicated magic problem.
He was waiting for Pansy Parkinson, but that was just by the way. The things he had to do were never less, but more and more as he kept moving forward. The pursuit of knowledge is endless, and there are only so many things that can be understood in a lifetime. A waste of time is a waste of life.
But to be honest, he was actually quite willing to waste his life sometimes, especially when he had nothing to do.
He thought for a while, then threw the quill in his hand into the ink bottle, and then turned to face the window with the Gordigon tea he had just brewed. When he stretched out his hand to open the curtains, the bright sunshine at noon suddenly fell on his face, and it was so warm that it made people feel warm.
Looking down from here, you can catch a glimpse of the students in the front garden. Most of them took advantage of their lunch break to go for a walk and relax. They were talking, laughing and playing with each other, but Maka couldn't help but sigh.
"This mentality needs to be adjusted, otherwise, the mental age will be lost to the uncle..." He looked at the energetic young people and couldn't help but secretly become vigilant.
Aging is usually the enemy of women, but it is also true when it comes to men.
At this moment, there were three slight knocks on the office door behind him. Just by hearing the sounds, you could tell the inner embarrassment of the visitor. Of course, Maka was not moved at all - he sensed that the magic wave outside the door had been there for a while before the knock on the door.
"Please come in."
As Maka finished speaking, the door quietly opened, and a cautious footstep slowly moved into the room.
"McLean...Professor, I'm here."
The person coming was none other than Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy's loyal follower. It's a pity that she has liked Draco since she was a child, just like Ginny liked Harry... but Draco didn't have any feelings for this girl.
"Sorry, my office is really not suitable for receiving guests." Maka turned around, carrying a teacup around the mountain of paper bundles, and appeared in front of Miss Parkinson.
He did not stop after appearing, but passed directly in front of Parkinson and walked to the small open space next to the fireplace.
When he raised his hand, a wing-back chair jumped out from a corner and landed right next to the burning fireplace. He himself sat casually on a small round stool without putting on any airs to use his status to pressure others.
"Sit down! Miss Parkinson," Maka raised her head and nodded her chin, gesturing for her to sit down. "Don't be too restrained. You know, in terms of age, you and I are the same age."
He could say that, but how could Parkinson really dare to treat him as an average-sized teenager? She timidly sat down on the cushioned chair, but she felt uncomfortable no matter how she sat. She squirmed around but couldn't find a suitable sitting position.