In this world where magic and science coexist, there is no shortage of geniuses on either side. When Maka discovered that the person who caused the explosion just now was actually a little girl who was not old enough to go to school, he couldn't help but look surprised.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, he, Maca McLean, is undoubtedly a young genius. Nowadays, his achievements in magic can be said to be beyond the reach of most people in their lifetime.
But it is said that his family knows his own affairs. Where does his ability come from? He himself knows very well. If it weren't for the Scroll of Truth left by Rowena Ravenclaw, he might still be just an outstanding student who is good at potions. Perhaps he knows better than his peers how to study hard, but he certainly cannot be called a genius.
On the path he has taken, the importance of opportunity is self-evident.
But Maka knows that some people are born with advantages that others cannot deny. And the little girl who wrote this letter is probably exactly this kind of person.
He thought for a moment, glanced at the fat man next to him, and suddenly came up with a bad idea that was not so kind.
"Master Hohenheim," a smile appeared on Maka's face, which made him look even more kind, "Have you ever been to Hogwarts?"
"What?"
The fat young master was stunned when he heard this. He didn't know why Maka suddenly brought the topic to this topic. But because it was Maka who asked, he had a good impression of this big boy who was not too different in age, so he answered quickly.
"No, I haven't been there..."
"Actually, Hogwarts is quite good. If you are interested, I can take you there later." Maka actively invited, "The scenery there is very good, and the students and professors are very hospitable. I believe you can over there… "
Before he could finish his words, the wizards across the table who were embarrassed by the explosion were not happy. The injured one among them loudly demanded an explanation from the fat man.
Maka was interrupted by the guy, so she glared at him with some dissatisfaction, and then waved casually. Immediately, the shattered tabletop fragments and broken tableware flew into the air and were put back together in an orderly manner.
Immediately afterwards, he took out another potion bottle and threw it towards the man's hand. The bottle drew an arc and landed steadily in his hand.
"Take a sip and you'll be fine soon."
In the eyes of the people around, Maka's series of movements seemed to be flowing smoothly without any lag. It was said to be a silent spell, but it was more like it didn't even require a spell. The speed was unusually fast.
"What kind of potion is this?" the guy asked subconsciously.
Maka glanced at him again, then waved, and the bottle of potion quickly jumped back into his palm. As soon as he stuffed it into his waist, he disappeared from everyone's eyes again.
"It seems you don't need it anymore."
As he spoke, he turned his head and returned his gaze to the fat man again, leaving the guy opposite with a look of astonishment.
It can be seen that when Maka unexpectedly took back the potion, the wizard quickly became a little annoyed. But the other party is obviously also aware of the recent incident involving Maka and Hogwarts. With his reputation of destroying two generations of Dark Lords, he doesn't want to offend this strong young man casually.
What's more, even in Beauxbatons, Maka showed some strength. Smart people all understand that even if the rumors may be exaggerated, this young man's reputation is definitely not false.
Anyone who can represent a force cannot be a fool. These people know very well under what circumstances they need to keep a low profile. So, the guy quickly suppressed his anger, stood up decisively and left.
The fat young master of the Hohenheim family looked particularly excited about this. He could be said to be aware of Maka's strength, but he could also be said not to fully understand it. But to the fat man, the most important thing was what he saw in front of him.
"How did you do it?" He asked extremely curiously, "There is a long syllable in the middle of the repair spell. How is it possible so fast? And you can repair a lot of them so accurately without even needing a wand. thing… "
"Oh, it's actually not that difficult," Maka thought for a while and immediately replied, "Wait a minute... If you're interested, I can show you mine..."
He pretended to rummage in his waist pocket, then raised his head, pretending to be sorry and said: "I seem to have left my notes in the office... Ah, by the way! We weren't talking about going to Hog just now." What about Woz? If you are willing, you can go and sit at my place when things here come to an end."
"Office?" Fatty immediately became more curious after hearing this, "You have your own office?"
"Yes!" Maka shrugged, "I am currently a professor at Hogwarts, teaching students some contents of ancient magical literature..."
He followed this topic and started talking, and from time to time he praised some details of Hogwarts, making no secret of his fondness for his school. Especially after discovering that the fat man was particularly interested in thrilling things, he even picked out some stories about his fights with Voldemort and Grindelwald.
There is nothing more convincing than a story told by the person involved. Before long, not only the fat man, but also the wizards sitting next to him were listening. Of course, most of what they heard was a version that had been adapted by Maka without any trace. Apart from being lively and interesting, there really wasn't anything worth paying attention to.
However, just when everyone was itching to hear it, Maka's story came to an abrupt end.
"Oh, I'm sorry-" He gestured to the fat man as if he remembered something, "I still have some things to deal with, and I have to visit a friend later. I'll talk to you about those things when I have the opportunity. Bar!"
"When?" the fat man asked eagerly, but the next second he suddenly said, "Oh! Yes, when I go to Hogwarts in a few days, if you continue to talk while taking me around, then it will definitely More fun!"
Maka thought that this guy was very easy to coax. Look, she had already taken the initiative to decide on the itinerary for Hogwarts.
"Of course," he said as he stood up from the chair, "I'll see you later. You eat slowly - I have to go first."
After that, he quickly left the auditorium with Fanny, who stood up right after him.
After they passed a corner and could no longer see the auditorium behind them, Fanny, who had not said a word from beginning to end, spoke softly.
"Sir, do you want to recruit the young lady from the Hohenheim family to your Hogwarts?"
Hearing this, Maka felt that there was no need to hide it, so she nodded readily.
"Yes!" he said as he walked, "I am also a professor after all, and this time I came to Beauxbatons for school matters. Now I happened to meet a rare top student, so what? Do you want to try for it?"
"That's true," Fanny agreed, but then she asked doubtfully, "But is this... is it too obvious?"
Fanny was right, Maka's invitation just now was indeed a bit explicit. Maybe the fat young man with a straight face may not be able to tell, but the ghost David who has been standing by the side will definitely be able to see what Maka is thinking.
However, Maka didn't seem to care about Fanny's words.
"It doesn't matter, you just have to be more direct," he said with a smile. "Sometimes it's not a good thing to be too narrow-minded. There are many smart people in this world. No matter how deep you hide your purpose, no one may be able to see it. You have to come out. So when there is no need to hide your intentions, directly expressing your intentions can win the favor of others... You see, isn't it normal for schools to recruit outstanding students? "
After Maka said this, Fanny immediately understood the reason. Yes, sometimes if you put too much thought into it, it might actually be a thankless act. That is true in this case, and perhaps in some other respects as well.
The two of them continued to move forward while chatting casually, and soon returned to the room again.
"Sir, do you have any plans for today's itinerary?"
After Maka sat down, Fanny began to perform her duties seriously. Rather than saying that she is careful and responsible for her work, it is better to say that she is too serious.
At least Maka, who has always been free and free, still feels a bit headache about this.
"Miss Blois, you'd better sit down first!" He said helplessly, "I just asked you to go back to your room to take a rest, but halfway through, you encountered an unexpected situation... Let's not mention it for now. Now you always Is it time to take a break?”
"Sir, I did get enough rest last night," Fanny's stubborn spirit remained unwavering. "Of course, if you still talk about the mission, I will go back to sleep immediately."
"Okay, okay!" Maka sighed secretly, "I will go see Madame Maxime again later - of course, in a personal capacity. After that, if there is still time in the morning, I will sleep again For a little while... what do you think?"
"Okay, I've written it down." Fanny said seriously, "Do I need to bring any small gifts to see Mrs. Maxim? I think that would make it more polite..."
"No, no need -" Maka shook her head, "Mrs. Maxim and I..."
He felt that his speech was always interrupted today, and the frequency was too high. Yes, just when he wanted to explain something to Fanny, he heard a sudden noise coming from outside the window.