Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 526: Come to my office once

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"I saw you and Draco get off the Cavaliers bus that day! I know you must have said something to Draco, you better be careful, my uncle has come out of the Ministry of Magic’s dungeon. Up!"

As Maca stretched out his hand, Neveto suddenly jumped up the parchment in his palm, 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 Draco and the rider on the Cavalier Bus were noticed by an acquaintance. Also, there was a flow of people in Hogsmeade at that time, and Neville was vomiting so inconspicuously that it was no surprise that someone saw it.

Although Pansy Parkinson is a girl who is ugly, her character is so bad that she always satirizes the Gryffindors with joy. But the only pure place in her heart was left to Draco. She saw that Draco had always been exceptionally silent lately, and the beginning was probably that day, no wonder she would think of Neville.

It's just that if this note is only seen by Neville, it would be a threat. But this Miss Parkinson did not expect that Neville, who had never dared to cause trouble, would raise his hand to complain.

Now that this parchment falls into Maca's hands, the consequences may not be as simple as deducting college points.

"What's on it?"

Slaghorn leaned in curiously, Maca didn't care, and directly waved the crumpled paper to the bald old man's side.

"Miss Parkinson, I think you need to come to my office after lunch," Maca said calmly, "You may have a good chat with me about your uncle."

"No...I...I'm nonsense," Parkinson took a step back subconsciously, looking at Maca's eyes as if he was looking at a dementor who chose someone to eat. "I don't know him. Where, I..."

"It's class time, so let's leave it in my office if you have something to say!" Maca waved his hand, then nodded to Slughorn, indicating that he can continue the class.

From beginning to end, Maca’s performance was quite casual, and he couldn’t see the seriousness of the matter at all. But the little wizards weren’t blind. Anyone who glanced at Pansy Parkinson would understand that the content of the note might not be as calm as Maca’s face.

Slughorn is almost the same as Maca. After reading the words on the paper, he also didn't show any concern about the matter. But unlike Maca, his peace is based on the life principle of "not provoking trouble".

To put it simply, this old man is completely "just as if I didn't see it".

After handing the piece of paper back to Maca, Slughorn cleared his throat, and then began to talk about the follow-up course content casually. Except for Miss Parkinson, most of the other little wizards gradually turned their attention back to Slughorn's lighthearted explanation, and unknowingly put the episode aside temporarily.

For the remainder of this class, Maca and Slughorn have added a lot of highlights to the knowledge of the textbook, making most students have a good understanding of the subject of potions. The degree of change.

Although Snape is definitely one of the best in potions, his teaching method is too boring. If every class is learning according to the blackboard written on the blackboard, no matter how fine and accurate the blackboard is, it will always make people tired.

Listening to a humorous teacher lectures, time always flies quickly, and it's time for get out of class to end in a blink of an eye.

This time, the students were a little bit upset, because in the second half of the class, Slughorn told a funny story about his preparation of potions, but it was a pity that he was beaten by the magic ringtone. broken.

"Okay, okay, I'll find some time to finish it after the next class," Slughorn said with a smile, "Everyone, hurry up and clean up, the expected lunch time is just around the corner. It's started!"

After finishing this, he did not leave first, but waited for the little wizards to leave the classroom one after another, and then gathered up the teaching aids and supplies on the desk behind him.

It can be seen that Miss Parkinson still had a nervous look on her face when she left. Perhaps Maca, who had cleaned up Voldemort and Greenward, was a terrible monster in her eyes.

Originally, Maca hadn't planned to get any information from her! But look at her vacillating energy, now she really has such a little expectation.

"Mr. McLean, a pretty good class, isn't it?" Slughorn had already picked up his belongings, and walked towards Maca with gusto.

"Yes, I think they like you," Maca stopped thinking a little bit, and responded with a smile, "This audition also brought me a lot of lecture experience. I I will use them in my ancient magic text class."

"Hahaha, you are too humble."

It's no better for someone to hold on to nature, especially for a promising young wizard like Maca, Slughorn's mood at the moment has become even better.

The two old and the young, who love to flatter and flatter, just walked out of the classroom side by side happily and went along the corridor to the direction of the stairs.

By the way, Slughorn didn't 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 office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class professor.

Maca didn't know the details of the specific bargaining, but he could guess it at will. The old man must have included this in the condition for him to return to Hogwarts.

"...This is really interesting. See you in the auditorium later. We can go to the dinner table and continue to talk about this topic."

When the moving stairs moved to a certain position on the third floor, Slughorn and Maca were separated for a while, and then they walked to his own office.

……

In the UK, whether it’s the Muggle world or the wizarding world, lunch time is always fleeting. The phrase "expected lunch time" that Slughorn said after class was more of a typical British joke.

It seems that people are not so interested in lunch, and after hurriedly resolved, they reinvested in intense work or study. If you really have leisure and sentiment, afternoon tea time is the real enjoyment for British people.

Soon, Maca settled his meal, and after politely declined Slughorn's "entanglement", he returned to his office again.

The appearance here is basically the same. It is so narrow that people can put themselves on the pile of paper with just a throw of their ass. Whether sitting or standing, you may not be able to see the Mike behind the desk. Mr. Lane.

And our Mr. McLean, who is immersed in a draft right now, seems to be thinking about some complicated magic problem.

He was waiting for Pansy Parkinson, but that was just incidental. He had never done less, but he kept on moving more and more. The search for knowledge is endless, and there are only those things that can be understood in a lifetime. A waste of time is a waste of life.

But to be honest, sometimes he is actually quite willing to waste his life, especially in the moment when nothing is wrong.

I saw him think for a while, and he simply threw the feather pen in his hand into the ink bottle at random, and then turned to face the window with the Gordigan tea that he had just brewed. When he stretched out his hand to open the curtains, the bright noon sun suddenly fell on his face, and the warmth was especially warm.

From here, looking down, you can catch a glimpse of the students in the vestibule garden. Most of them go for a walk and relax during the lunch break. They talk and laugh with each other, but Maca can't help but sigh.

"This mentality needs to be adjusted, otherwise, the mental age can be rushed to the uncle..." He looked at the energetic young people, and couldn't help but become vigilant~IndoMTL.com~Aging is usually a woman's. The enemy, but if it is placed on a man, the same is true.

At this moment, three slight knocks suddenly sounded outside the office door behind him. Just by listening to that sound, you can tell how cramped the person is. Maca was of course unmoved-before the knock on the door sounded, he sensed that the wave of magical power outside the door had stayed for a while.

"Please come in."

As Maca's voice fell slightly, the door quietly opened, and a cautious footstep kicked and stomped, and slowly moved into the room.

"McLean...Professor, here I am."

The person here is Pansy Parkinson, that loyal follower of Draco Malfoy. It's a pity that she has liked Draco since she was a child, just as Ginny liked Harry...but Draco didn't have any feelings for this girl.

"Sorry, my office is really not suitable for receiving guests." Maca turned around, holding a teacup around the mountain of paper bundles, and appeared in front of Miss Parkinson.

He didn't stop after showing up, but passed directly in front of Parkinson and walked to the small clearing next to the fireplace.

When he raised his hand, a chair suddenly jumped out of a corner and landed right next to the burning fireplace. He himself sat on a small round stool casually, without putting on any stand to overwhelm others with his identity.

"Sit down! Miss Parkinson," Maca raised her head and nodded her chin, motioning for her to sit down, "Don't be too restrictive, you know, I'm the same age as you in terms of age."

He can say that, but how can Parkinson dare to treat him as an average teenager? She was a little bit shrunk and sat down on the cushioned chair, but she felt uncomfortable no matter how she sat. She twisted and stunned but couldn't find a suitable sitting posture.