There are many scary and unpleasant things in this world.
For example, one day you are squatting on the toilet in your own bathroom, and you happen to be constipated. Just when you were about to try again and give up if it didn't work... a stranger suddenly opened the door to the bathroom and told you calmly that he had a great time today.
At this moment, you may hesitate. Because you don’t know whether you should ask him first why he broke into your home, or whether you should yell first to relieve your constipation hatred.
But fortunately, because you are constipated today, you can probably get full marks on your expression... I mean, if there really is such a damn test question.
But now, these Mesopotamian wizards all have a somewhat constipated look on their faces.
"Um?"
Maka, who had just appeared out of thin air in the "encirclement" of this group of wizards, first lowered his head to look at the slowly disappearing magic words, and then raised his head to say hello to them.
"You must be the joint Mesopotamian delegation, right?" There was a hint of apology on his face, "I'm sorry, our school should inform you in advance... of the space around our Hogwarts Castle. , it was jointly reinforced by the four founders of that year, and space movement is not feasible... "
Of course, Maka didn't really feel sorry, but these wizards would all be guests after all, and it was always right to be polite to others.
"Oh, that's it... It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. In fact, we are too abrupt here..."
The old wizard Bai Sa can be regarded as a mature man. When he saw Maka giving the steps, he immediately reacted.
If the formation array collided with the reinforced space, he didn't know what would happen. But since the young wizard in front of him took the initiative to come over, it goes without saying that there are obviously some signs at Hogwarts.
Maka couldn't help but reveal a friendly smile as she listened to the old wizard descending down the slope quickly. Immediately afterwards, he did not intend to continue this topic, but turned his attention to the surrounding stone pillars.
"...Is this...a kind of formation?" He looked at it with interest, ignoring the other male and female witches and wizards who were staring at him. "A formation that can move through space is really unheard of. … As expected of Mesopotamia, this alchemical heritage is really amazing.”
"Ashamed... Speaking of which, we are just tracing the footprints left by our ancestors..." Old Baisha said kindly, waving his right hand gently to signal the juniors around him to move away first, "Sir, you just... Is it a portkey? But... as far as I know, a portkey needs to be positioned and cast before it can be used, right?"
Due to Maca's unexpected arrival, it was hard for Old Bosa to underestimate him. Therefore, even if he didn't recognize Maka's appearance, even if Maka looked particularly young, he had to secretly remind himself that he should pay more attention to his wording.
"I just pushed back the coordinates, you should understand..." Maka withdrew her gaze from the stone pillar, and then pointed at the formation, "Ah, by the way! I haven't introduced myself yet—my name is Maka Mac. Ryan is the professor of ancient magic at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Nice to meet you!"
Even though Old Bosa didn't know much about Maca's appearance, he had obviously heard of Maca's name.
"Are you Mr. MacLean?" A bit of surprise appeared on his face at the right time, but he secretly said that it was indeed the case, "I have to trouble you to make this extra trip. It's really... Hello, um... we are here. Names are often relatively long, and you may not be comfortable with them, just call me Bosa."
When Maka heard this, she couldn't help but secretly sigh: Mr. Bosa, I'm afraid you haven't seen the wizards from the African tribes just now. They have really long names.
At least people in your area still only have first names but no surnames, and their names are just the names of their elders and ancestors strung together.
You must know that the wizards from those tribes have inherited their names, surnames and professional titles from generation to generation. This is not enough. They have to add some incomprehensible words to show their respect for nature.
"Okay, then..." He put aside the muttering in his heart and looked around again, "Mr. Bosa, the International Federation of Wizards should have sent someone here, right? Is he here?"
When Maka asked, Old Bosa immediately turned his head to look, and then pointed it out for him.
…
Maka went to pick them up temporarily, while Professor McGonagall personally came to receive them at Hogwarts. This International Alchemy Competition is very important to the school, and the guests from all over the world are also very important, so she naturally attaches great importance to it.
And since many outsiders came to the school in the past two days, the little wizards suddenly had many more topics to talk about. Even if they didn't have anything to do with the competition at that time, it was enough to be good spectators, but everyone couldn't help but be infected by the atmosphere, and many students appeared to discuss the content of the competition.
However, just as there are people who are keen on gossiping, there are also people who don't care at all.
It's like Hermione and the four of them, because they are struggling with the Horcrux issue, they have no feelings about the alchemy competition. And like Hufflepuff's Ens Taron, who has been trying to translate the ancient texts on the parchment every day these days, of course he has no time to worry about it.
Well, among these people who don't care, maybe there is Draco Malfoy. However, let's put his matters aside for now... The most noteworthy thing today is probably Gryffindor's classmate Alexander.
As the only person Enns can "call a friend", Alexander has been quite confused about his cheap friend recently.
Alexander certainly still remembered that Enns's attitude towards learning magic spells was even more extreme than his own, and he could be said to have practiced it almost every day. But recently, he found that the opponent's practice times were significantly less.
He has made great progress these days through his hard work and a moderate amount of lucky chocolate. But what about Enns? Occasionally, he saw the other party practicing magic spells a few times, and he could tell at a glance that Enns' magic spells seemed to have a tendency to remain unchanged.
He was such an extreme utilitarian at the time, but now he has made no significant progress. Could it be that Enns gave up
No, at least Alexander believed that was certainly not the case.
So, naturally, Alexander went to the library to have a look - he wanted to know, what had changed Enns to put down his wand and pick up books and quills instead
"Enns, do you plan to study ancient magic literature with Professor MacLean in the future?" Alexander asked softly, looking at Enns sitting at the reading table.
He had to lower his voice, otherwise Mrs. Pince, the librarian, was not a vegetarian.
"Huh?" Enns raised his head and glanced at Alexander, and then said vaguely, "I guess..."
Out of caution, he did not bring out the parchment from Hufflepuff's Chamber of Secrets, but planned to simply try to learn this course on his own. Since the famous Maka is the professor of this course, there is no reason not to give it a try, right
"Oh, this is really good. In fact, I also want to take this course in my third grade!" Alexander first agreed, then hesitated, "But... what about Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts? You don't plan to Have you practiced well?"
Enns has been looking through the magic word dictionary and jotting down a few strokes on the paper from time to time, which shows that he is serious. At this time, if someone insists on talking to you, it will obviously be very annoying.
"Of course I have to practice..." He raised his eyes again and said impatiently, "Didn't you see it before?"
"But-"
"But what?" Enns finally couldn't help interrupting Alexander and said coldly, "You have made great progress recently. I heard that you even made a splash in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class... But, you think this is all. Are you qualified to preach in front of me?"
"I'm not 'preaching'," Alexander felt a little tight in his chest after being pushed by Enns. However, he had a good temper, so he quickly suppressed the annoyance in his heart, "Enns, I I just feel a little strange that you have reduced your practice. You know, haven’t we been sparring together before?”
But Enns obviously had no intention of having a serious conversation. Seeing that Alexander was still in a good mood, he just waved his hand like he was shooing away flies.
"You can practice if you want, but we'll talk in a few days... I'll let you understand that your little progress now means nothing to me!" He still said impatiently, "But now - leave quickly! You Didn’t you see that I was busy?”
After that, he lowered his head again and looked at the dictionary and compared it with his own notes. As for Alexander's frown, he didn't even bother to look at it anymore.
Alexander has a good temper, but he is not the kind of good guy who will take the initiative to give the right cheek to others when someone slaps him on the left cheek. Since Enns said such outrageous words, he undoubtedly didn't want to rub his hot face against someone else's cold butt again.
"Okay!" He curled his lips and said, "I'm just waiting for you to teach me a lesson... But if you can't teach me a lesson, then don't blame me for teaching you a lesson!"
After leaving these words, Alexander turned around and headed straight for the door of the library without waiting for Enns to speak again.
"Huh, are you really going to heaven after being praised a few times?" Enns thought for a moment, then rubbed his eyebrows, "Hey, why should I be angry with him? Is it because I haven't slept a little recently, and my temper Getting smellier?"
At least he has the consciousness to know that he has always been bad-mouthed and bad-tempered. But I know that making him regret is even harder than going to heaven.
"… who cares!"