Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 714: The Lost Little Badger

"I can watch it all!"

The reason why things like language are produced between the same kind of creatures may be because they are no longer satisfied with physical interaction, and are eager to get closer to their companions!

So, the power of language is powerful. Sometimes, just a simple sentence can touch the most correct position in the heart without a trace, and let people feel a warmth from the heart.

At that moment, Hermione's nose sore involuntarily, and a warm arc slipped quietly across her cheeks-although she was suddenly so paranoid today, even she herself didn't quite understand. But what I want is perhaps such a common care from Maca, right?

"I see, I will have a good rest..." Under Maca's gaze, Hermione nodded gently, letting the drop of crystal on the side of her face fall silently to the ground.

When Maca saw this, the smile on his face couldn't help but increase.

"Well, then,'Now go back and have a good rest--'" He said, but quickly spread his hands again, "Although I want to say that. But unfortunately, because you have violated the school rules , I will stay in the library tonight to clean up the dust for precious books! After all, I am still a professor now!"

After that, Maca turned around cleanly and walked straight back.

"Oh, by the way! Magic is forbidden... Don't be lazy, please clean it up! Um... Be careful, I watch it all!"

As Maca gradually moved away, both Hermione and Luna came to the aisle. The two looked at the back of him leaving, then glanced at each other, and then Hermione took a small step back.

"Luna."

"Huh?"

"I will not 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 to answer, and looked at her eyes again, she found that her eyes had changed back to the usual trance again.

"Oh."

This belated response made Hermione feel like she had hit the empty space with a punch, and she was indescribably depressed.

"Hey, I'm serious!"

"Oh."

"Watch me answer! Also, don't use ‘oh’ to deal with it!"

"Ha."

Hermione, who stubbornly wanted Luna's positive response, didn't notice it. Luna's lips were pursing slightly at this time. Maybe this is the real answer revealed by the changes in her heart.

……

This night is somewhat long for Hermione and Luna. As mentioned before, since basically every book will be stuffed in at least one or two, the library's collection of books is very amazing.

If you don't use the power of magic, there is no difference between one night and two nights.

Of course, it is very common to be fined for cleaning the library. The matter between Hermione and Luna will not be mentioned for the time being, because today is a more important day.

The International Alchemy Competition, so far, can be considered a lot of things. From the discussion meeting in Boothbarton, France, to the formal meeting in Hogwarts a few days ago, not to mention the chaos, there is not much difference.

Fortunately, under the care of Maca and others, all the messes failed to affect the progress of the specific event.

And today, the twelve contestants who have just emerged from among the many contestants yesterday are finally about to enter the most important stage of this event.

Probably because of the fact that Maca and Sarah said that it was accidental but inevitable cooperation yesterday, they quickly cleared out the group of "very strong messengers" that came suddenly, and came to watch the game today. Many of the audience seemed particularly at ease.

In addition to the changes in the questions, the competition has indeed become a lot more interesting, and the guests naturally look forward to it further.

Today's Hogwarts seems to be more lively than the previous two days.

Early in the morning, just as the sun rose slowly from the east, the vestibule was already noisy. Maca sat on the faculty seat in the auditorium, enjoying today's breakfast leisurely, feeling a little more relaxed in his heart.

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 time for dinner these days, after all, it's because of the difference in mood.

"Occasionally, it’s not bad to be so empty."

He picked up a piece of muffin and dipped it in the honey jar. While looking at the unusually crowded auditorium, Maca took two bites.

In the seat next to him, Muggle Studies Professor Carretti shook her head.

"I think it's better to have more people," she smiled and said, "People, it should be lively."

Maca shrugged indifferently when he heard the words, then poked out his head and glanced at Hagrid on the other side of the table as if thinking of something.

"Hagrid, how are the cocoons of the Flobber caterpillars on the tree? Have there been any movements lately?"

"Ah... well, okay... the little guys are still alive..."

When he heard Maca's sudden mention of the matter, Hagrid couldn't help but winked at this side hesitantly.

In fact, because the group of Flobber caterpillars got on the tree somehow, and they also hit the beating willow, after a long time, Professor Sprout was not willing to pay attention to Hagrid.

"Oh, that's good. I have never heard of the cocooned Flobber caterpillar. You have to take care of it!" Maca smiled and said, "It's alright, I won't say Don’t stare at me anymore—"

While eating breakfast, talking and laughing casually, this kind of life is undoubtedly enjoyed by Maca. But after the breakfast is resolved, the busy day will begin again.

Putting down the empty cup in his hand, he finally got up and went to a small hall not far from the auditorium to replace Professor McGonagall who accompanied the judges. In a whispered conversation with Sarah's father, the group went one step ahead of the players to the front court.

In the middle of the journey, Mr. Hornheim suddenly stopped chatting with Maca about the event, and his expression became a little serious.

"Mr. McLean, 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 front court. It is really not a good place to talk about such private topics.

But this matter is too important for the Hohenheim family. As Sarah’s "family" and as the current owner of the Hohenheim family, he is extremely anxious to know something now.

Because he is not convenient for the general judge of the tournament to contact anyone in private, he has been holding back all night, and he really can't hold back.

Maca looked at the sturdy man walking beside him, and couldn't help feeling a little helpless—this was the least like the head of the family he had ever seen.

"Well, I had a good chat with Sarah," he replied as naturally as possible while sighing that the owner was impatient, "Don't worry, Mr. Hohenheim. Sarah is now my student. , The student has encountered difficulties. Although I am not mature enough as a professor, I will still try my best to help her."

"Oh, is it..." Hearing Maca's circumstantial answer he wanted, he was somewhat relieved, "Well, my daughter will trouble you, Professor McLean."

What Mr. Hornheim wants to hear is not Maca’s promise to help. Just how difficult Sarah's problem is, as an alchemy researcher more than a patriarch, he is naturally very clear. So, all he wanted was that Maca would not leak this out.

After all, Sarah is Sarah, and he is him. Sarah would think that Maca might help her solve the problem, but Hohenheim didn't necessarily think so-even he thought Maca's magical power was indeed amazing.

When the two people’s conversations with other meanings ended, they were about to speed up the pace to go to the staff passage of the arena, and a familiar shout from behind made Maca slow down again. Line of footsteps.

"...Professor McLean...Wait, Professor McLean!"

"It seems that a student is calling me," Maca glanced back at ~IndoMTL.com~ and saw that there was only a lot of people behind, so she turned her head and said, "Mr. Hohenheim, you go to the conference room and sit down! I Come in a while—"

"Ah, yes."

After watching the members of the jury continue to move forward, Maca turned back and walked back. After walking a few steps among the crowd, he finally saw someone hurriedly coming here. Little figure.

"Professor McLean, there is something to report to you—"

That was a first-year little wizard who just entered this year. If Maca remembers correctly, he should be a student at Hufflepuff College.

"Taweng didn't go back to the dormitory last night, and he didn't see him this morning. We have looked for him twice in the school, but we didn't find it."

"Ens Tavon?" Maca thought for a while, "Why did you come to me? Have you talked to the principal?"

Seeing Maca's question, the little guy nodded hastily.

"Well," he said, "Professor McGonagall asked me to talk to you. Several other professors went to the castle to find them. She would like to inform you too to see if you have any clues." /

"Ensi..."

Maca stood there and pondered for a while, and then realized that the first-year student who came to inform him was still standing in front of him!

"Thank you for your message, I see, you go back first--"

Maca is now the legend of Hufflepuff College. Just getting a "thank you" from him is enough for the little guy to be excited. After watching the other party go back in three steps, Maca continued frowning and thinking.

"What's wrong again..." He whispered secretly, "Is it a whim to go where to toss? Or is there something troublesome that I don't know?"

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