Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() Early the next morning, in the auditorium, which was supposed to be the only destination on weekdays, there were only a few students besides the staff seats.Everyone seemed to have an appointment, and they didn't come here for breakfast the first time.

It stands to reason that there will be no people at the entrance of the library at this time, but it is already overcrowded.

After knowing that Maca would be the professor of ancient magic texts for everyone in the future, everyone became interested in this elective subject that was not very popular in the past.

It's not that they want to revise the magic text class—after all, changing elective subjects is very troublesome, but this does not prevent everyone from taking a look at the new textbook content.

"...Wow! That's true! Look! It says'Maca McLean' on it!"

"Yes, this is really cool! We used to be classmates with the magicians who wrote the textbooks!"

"Let me see! I want to buy a copy too—"

"You didn't take the magic text class, don't squeeze over!"

"McLean...no, didn't Professor McLean say that? Students who haven't taken courses can also buy it! Even if you don't study, you can buy it back as a souvenir!"

"Line up! All... line up! Books...no noise..."

As soon as Harry and Ron walked to the door of the library, they heard a noise inside, and even the scolding of Mrs. Pince, the administrator, was masked.

As for Hermione, she had already squeezed inside.

"Maca always makes a lot of big noise..." Harry couldn't help but said as he watched the lively scene.

The culprit who caused this morning commotion is now slowly passing through the hall and walking towards the auditorium.

"Oh, good morning, Professor McGonagall."

At the entrance of the side corridor of the auditorium, he saw a familiar figure.

"McLean," McGonagall turned back and smiled affectionately at Maca, "Good morning... welcome back to Hogwarts."

"Thank you, Professor." Maca nodded politely and smiled as well. "To be honest, I still remember the night you took us to the Auditorium Branch! I didn't expect that I would take on the responsibility of a teacher so soon. ..."

"This is the result of your hard work," McGonagall slowed down and waited for Maca to walk by his side before continuing, "For you as a student, we who are teachers are always incapable of what we want... Fortunately, You did better than we thought."

"This is entirely because every professor is a good role model for us students -" Maca said modestly.

But Professor McGonagall shook his head, and walked forward, and said frankly: "No, I don't think so... You are different from other students. You always have your own mature opinions. I also misunderstood. You, but obviously, you have proved with facts that you have a positive understanding of people, things, and magic."

"If you want me, the Sorting Hat can see clearly-it assigns you to Hufflepuff College, which is the best proof."

"I'm not low-key at all..." Maca shrugged.

"Your low-key simplicity lies not in the surface, but in your heart." Professor McGonagall looked at Maca and said seriously, "Herga Hufflepuff was not very low-key back then. She often cooks herself. , And then invited friends to hold a banquet; in many academic aspects, she is not hesitating to gain achievements and demonstrate authority..."

"... And when she advocated fairness and equality and recruited Muggle-born academics, she spared no effort, and even had many arguments with Salazar Slytherin."

"But even so, no one would think that Helga is not low-key enough." At this point, Professor McGonagall stopped her steps, "because, whether it is she likes'food', or is studying it alone in secret The matter of magic...Of course, it also includes the fact that she silently paved the way for a Muggle-born wizard and dedicated her life to it, both of which are proof of her low-key hard work."

"This... I dare not compare with Ms. Hufflepuff!" Maca smiled awkwardly.

"Your efforts in the dark, we teachers are all in the eyes!" Professor McGonagall patted Maca's arm, "There is no doubt that you are a talented wizard, but the world is very talented. There are many wizards, and how many Dumbledores can grow?"

After that, Professor McGonagall turned and walked towards the staff seat.

For teachers like McGonagall, being able to teach students like Maca is her achievement and her dream.Since she made up her mind to be a teacher, this is what she has been pursuing in her life.

Maca looked at Professor McGonagall's back, unknowingly he felt more emotion.

To be honest, he studied magic so wholeheartedly, just for himself.He has never thought that his own achievements will sometimes also become the achievements of others.

With this level of insight, Maca's heart could not help but become more calm.He is also growing continuously, and the source of nutrients for growth is someone like Professor McGonagall who inadvertently gave him life insights.

When a person lives in the world, he does more than himself-he feels a special sense of responsibility for someone other than Luna for the first time.

"Thank you for your teaching, Professor McGonagall." Maca said in a loud voice to Professor McGonagall who had already reached the faculty seat, "As your student, I have gained a lot of knowledge and teachings from you; and now, as Your colleague, I also hope you can give me more guidance on how to be a good teacher!"

Maca, who was originally a professor because of a plan, finally decided to put aside his previous irresponsible thoughts under McGonagall's words.

He deeply realized that the many responsibilities a professor should bear are far from what he could shoulder with his previous attitude.

When Professor McGonagall turned his head and cast a particularly satisfied gaze at Maca, Maca bowed slightly to her respectfully.

With the passage of time, the number of people in the auditorium gradually increased.

Professor Grapland, who is in charge of the class of magical creatures, was chatting with Professor Sinista of Astronomy. They were discussing the inheritance of horse people's astrological divination.

Hagrid's absence once again successfully attracted the attention of the students.

"Dumbledore didn't say how long the woman named Grapland would stay..." Harry and the others had also returned from the library and were walking towards the long table of Gryffindor.

"Maybe..." Hermione muttered to herself suddenly.

"Maybe?" Harry and Ron asked in unison. "Maybe what?"

"I was thinking, maybe Dumbledore didn't want anyone to notice where Hagrid was--" Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Don't want others to pay attention?" Ron said strangely, "but, how is this possible?"

While they were talking, they sat down at the long table.

Hermione was trying to explain something, but at this moment, a huff rang from a high window.

It was a large group of owls, flapping their wings and falling down everywhere in the auditorium.What followed were all kinds of letters and packages, and pieces of water droplets.

Those owls were all wet, and the fluff on their necks were all stuck together, looking very embarrassed.

Obviously, it was raining outside.

Hermione stopped speaking subconsciously, and she hurriedly moved the juice away to make room for a barn owl that was also soaked.

"Isn't the "Daily Prophet" only talking about lace news recently? There is no substantive content..." Harry said puzzledly, "Why are you still ordering it?"

"After all, this is the first newspaper in the magical world in Britain," Hermione said seriously while taking out today's newspaper from the waterproof tube. "If you want to understand the trend of public opinion in the magical world, you must rely on it."

As she was talking, she hung the empty waterproof tube back on the owl's foot, and by the way put a copper nat in the leather case on its other foot.

Immediately afterwards, she opened the newspaper, hiding her entire face behind the newspaper, until Ron and Harry had finished breakfast, she closed the newspaper.

"Are there any valuable reports?" Harry asked casually after taking a sip of orange juice.

"It's still not important," she shook her head, "not even the news that Maca is a professor at Hogwarts."

"It seems to be useless..." Ron spread his hands.

At this time, Professor McGonagall had already walked over, walked back along the table, and distributed the timetable one by one.

"Merlin's chin!" Ron only glanced at him, and said in frustration, "Magic history, potions class, divination class, defense against the dark arts class... Old Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and There are old women with the surname Umbridge, all concentrated on this day!"

"...It's terrible, I really regret not taking the Ancient Magic Course!" Harry couldn't help but frown.

Unlike theirs, Hermione smiled happily.

"Maca's class will be available today, in the afternoon—" she said with a little excitement, "I have decided. I will review the Rune a little bit during the break time and lunch break!"

"Is she going to raise her hand as soon as she enters the classroom?" Ron couldn't help but whispered when he saw this.

"I bet she can take a whole class!" Harry could not help but nodded in agreement.

At the same time, Maca, who had finished breakfast, happened to pass by quietly not far away.He looked at Harry a few times, and saw that they both had the schedule in their hands, and he couldn't help but smile.

"In that case, let's prepare a lesson well later..."

Even if he is already too familiar with the content of ancient magic literature, teaching others' knowledge is no better than studying it yourself. In addition to knowledge itself, teaching methods also require more thinking.

He can't really narrate the knowledge points from beginning to end like Professor Bins who teaches the history of magic?

"I can guarantee that ancient magic literature is much more interesting than you think!"