"I'm watching them all!"
The reason why things like language arise between creatures of the same species may be because they are no longer satisfied with physical interaction and are eager to get closer to their companions!
Therefore, the power of language is powerful. Sometimes, just a simple sentence can touch the most correct place in the heart without leaving any trace, making people feel a warmth from the heart.
At that moment, Hermione couldn't help but feel a sore nose, and a warm arc quietly slid across her cheek - although even she herself didn't quite understand why she was suddenly so paranoid today. But maybe what I want is such an ordinary word of care from Maka, right
"I know, I will take a good rest..." Under Maka's gaze, Hermione nodded gently, letting the crystal drop on the side of her face fall to the ground silently.
When Maka saw this, the smile on her face couldn't help but grow bigger.
"Well, then, 'Go back and have a good rest now -'" he said, but quickly spread his hands again, "Although I really want to say this. But it is a pity that since you have violated school rules, you will not be able to do it tonight. Stay in the library and clean the dust of the precious books! After all, I am still a professor now!"
After saying that, Maka turned around neatly and walked back.
"Oh, that's right! It's forbidden to use magic... Don't be lazy, you have to clean it up! Well... Be careful, I'm watching!"
As Maka faded away, both Hermione and Luna came down the aisle. The two of them looked at his leaving figure, then looked at each other, and then Hermione immediately took a small step back.
"Luna."
"Well?"
"I won't admit defeat."
“…”
After hearing Hermione's sudden declaration, Luna stared at her carefully for a while, but quickly looked away lightly. When Hermione couldn't wait for her answer and looked into her eyes again, she found that her eyes had returned to their usual dazed look.
"oh."
This belated response made Hermione feel as if she had been punched in the air, feeling indescribably depressed.
"Hey, I'm serious!"
"oh."
"Watch me answer! Also, don't respond with 'oh'!"
"ha."
Hermione, who was stubbornly trying to get a positive response from Luna, didn't notice that Luna's lips were slightly pursed. Maybe, this was the real answer revealed by the changes in her heart.
…
This night was somewhat long for Hermione and Luna. As mentioned before, since basically every book has at least one or two in it, the library has an amazing collection of books.
Without the help of magic, there would be no difference between one night and two nights.
Of course, being punished for cleaning the library is quite common. Let’s not mention the matter between Hermione and Luna for now, because today is a relatively important day.
The International Alchemy Competition has had quite a few problems so far. From the discussion meeting in Beauxbatons, France, to the official meeting at Hogwarts a few days ago, it was not much different, not to mention the chaos.
But fortunately, with the hard work of Maka and others, all the messy things were not able to affect the progress of the specific event.
And today, the twelve contestants who just stood out from the many contestants yesterday are finally entering the most important stage of this event.
Probably because of yesterday's seemingly accidental but actually inevitable cooperation between Maka and Sara, who quickly cleared out the group of "strong-looking troublemakers" who suddenly attacked, there were many spectators coming to watch today. They all seemed extremely at ease.
Coupled with the changes in the competition questions, the competition has indeed become much more interesting, and the guests are naturally looking forward to it further.
Today's Hogwarts seems to be more lively than the previous two days.
Early in the morning, the sun had just risen slowly from the east, and there was already a lot of noise in the front yard. Maka was sitting on the staff bench in the auditorium, slowly enjoying today's breakfast, feeling a little more relaxed.
The house elves in the kitchen work very hard every day, and the food they cook will never be worse than what is sold in the temporary market outside. The little wizards have been running out when it's meal time these days. After all, it's just because of the difference in mood.
"It's actually not bad to be so empty sometimes."
Picking up a piece of muffin and dipping it into the honey jar, Maka took two bites while looking at the surprisingly empty auditorium.
Sitting next to him, Muggle Studies professor Carity shook her head.
"I think it's better to have more people," she said with a smile, "people should be more lively."
Upon hearing this, Maka shrugged indifferently, and then as if she remembered something, she stuck her head out and glanced at Hagrid at the other end of the table.
"Hagrid, how are those Flobber caterpillar cocoons in the trees doing? Has there been any movement lately?"
"Ah... Well, okay... the little guys are still alive..."
Hearing Maka suddenly mention this matter, Hagrid couldn't help but hesitantly winked in this direction.
In fact, because the group of Flobber caterpillars climbed up the tree inexplicably and chose the Whomping Willow, over time, Professor Sprout began to be unwilling to pay attention to Hagrid.
"Oh, that's good. I've never heard of Flobber caterpillars that can form cocoons, so you have to take good care of them!" Maka said with a smile, "Okay, okay, I won't talk about it anymore, don't Stare at me again—"
Talking and laughing casually while eating breakfast, this kind of life is undoubtedly something that Maka enjoys. But after finishing breakfast, the busy day begins again.
Putting down the empty cup in his hand, he finally stood up and went to the small hall not far from the auditorium to replace Professor McGonagall who was accompanying the members of the jury. While chatting in a low voice with Sarah's father, the group walked ahead of the players to the arena in the vestibule.
Halfway there, Mr. Hohenheim suddenly stopped chatting with Maka about the competition, and his expression became slightly serious.
"Mr. MacLean, last night... Sarah and you..."
Some things are not suitable to be discussed in such a crowded place. Especially today, there are so many wizards in the vestibule. It is really not a good place to discuss such intimate topics.
But this matter is really too important to the Hohenheim family. As Sarah's "family" and as the current head of the Hohenheim family, he is now particularly eager to know something.
Because it was not convenient for him, as the chief judge of the competition, to have private contact with anyone, he had been holding it in all night and really couldn't hold it in anymore.
Maka looked at the strong man walking beside him and couldn't help but feel a little helpless - this was the person who was the least like the head of the family he had ever seen.
"Well, Sarah and I had a good chat," he replied as naturally as possible while sighing secretly that the head of the family was impatient, "Don't worry, Mr. Hohenheim. Sarah is now my student. When things get difficult, even though I am not yet mature as a professor, I will still do my best to help her."
"Oh, really..." Hearing Maka give the answer he wanted in such a roundabout way, he was somewhat relieved, "Well, my daughter will trouble you, Professor McClain."
What Mr. Hohenheim wanted to hear wasn't actually Maka's promise to help. As an alchemy researcher more than a family leader, he naturally knows how difficult Sarah's problem is. Therefore, all he wanted was that Maka would not leak this matter out.
After all, Sarah is Sarah and he is him. Sarah would think that Maka might be able to help her solve her problem, but Hohenheim might not think so—even though he also thought that Maka's magical power was indeed amazing.
When the conversation between the two had other meanings, and they were about to speed up and go to the staff channel of the stadium, a familiar shout from behind made Maka slow down her progress again. .
"...Professor McLean...wait, Professor McLean!"
"It seems that some students are calling me," Maka glanced back and found that there were only a lot of people behind her, so she turned around and said, "Mr. Hohenheim, please go to the conference room and sit for a while! I'll be here in a moment -"
"Ah, okay."
After watching the members of the jury continue to move forward, Maka turned back and walked a few steps among the crowd. He finally saw a small figure hurriedly coming this way. .
"Professor MacLean, I have something to report to you—"
That was a first-year wizard who just entered school this year. If Maka remembered correctly, he should be a student of Hufflepuff House.
"Taweng didn't go back to his dormitory last night, and we didn't see him all morning today. We looked for him twice in the school, but we couldn't find him."
"Ens Tavon?" Maka thought for a moment and asked, "Why did you come to me? Have you told the principal?"
Seeing Maka ask this, the little guy nodded quickly.
"Well," he said, "Professor McGonagall asked me to come and tell you. Several other professors have gone to the castle to look for her. She wanted to inform you as well to see if you have any clues."
"Enns..."
Maka stood there and thought about it for a moment, and then realized that the first grader who came to inform him was still standing in front of him!
"Thank you for your message. I understand. You should go back first—"
Maka is now a legend in Hufflepuff House. Just getting a "thank you" from him is enough to make the little guy excited. After watching the other party leave in three steps, Maka continued to frown and think.
"What's going on..." He whispered secretly, "Did you run off somewhere on a whim? Or is there another trouble happening somewhere I don't know about?"