Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Oh, in fact, Hogwarts always welcomes professors to sit and sit... By the way, during dinner, you can tell us juniors a little story from that year!" Maca smiled, "As for cleaning up the auditorium. Whatever, it's enough for us young people to do it."

Even if the other party was once a Hogwarts student, but now it is a guest after all, how can there be any reason for the guest to clean up the house?

No, Maca was still talking casually, and his hand was already raised.

With a light wave of his hand, the examination tables in the auditorium disappeared one after another; with another wave, the original four long college tables were as if they were lifted off the invisible tablecloth. The distance was revealed; with another wave, the number of braziers on both sides of the wall suddenly decreased, replaced by a strip of exquisite tapestries embroidered with the Hogwarts school emblem.

When he finally clicked towards the ceiling, the previous white light disappeared silently, replaced by a beautiful sunset with golden-red flowing clouds.

"That's it, professors, please follow me to the small hall next door for a while!" Maca stretched out his hand to invite, but finally shook his head with a smile, "Oh no, for Hogwarts... I think you must be more familiar than me."

"No one can say that they know Hogwarts very well, can they?" Old Lady Macchiban shook her head slightly, then looked at the restored auditorium and exclaimed, "Mr. McLean, you Do you know? Your talent reminds me of Albus back then... When Albus took the NEWTs exam, I personally tested his spells and transfiguration. The magic he showed was what I used to Unseen..."

She was talking, but she paused as if she was remembering something.

"No, I think... you may be more amazing than Albus at the time," Ms. Macchiban said. "We defeated two generations of the Dark Lord at the age of a teenager-multiplied by Voldemort. Judging from the power of, this is probably not much easier than that of the young Gryffindor who killed the black dragons alone!"

"No, no! Actually, Professor Dumbledore has gone farther than everyone imagined on the road of magic..." Maca led these old professors to the side hall, while continuing to say, "As for Gran Fendor...how can I compare with the founder of Hogwarts with my ability?"

What he said is the truth!

After all, he also knew about young Gryffindor’s dragon slaying deeds, as recorded in the literature, it was a big dragon's lair with nearly a hundred dragons!Up to now, just a black dragon from the Heshed Islands is the top magical creature in the Ministry of Magic's "XXXXX" classification.

With hundreds of dragons flying in the air, what kind of scene should it be?It is not an exaggeration to say that it is covering the sky and the sun. With the magic power of Maca, he should turn his butt away after a few rules.

While chatting casually, Maca quickly led them through the side door and came to the small hall where the candidates were waiting.Professor McGonagall was here right now. Seeing these old professors were coming, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Sit down, you have worked hard today, let's take a break!" McGonagall greeted, "When the kitchen is ready, dinner can begin!"

"Professor McGonagall," Maca thought for a while, "Since you are here, I will go to the kitchen to take a look! Professors take a break first... Oh, I think some snacks are still available, everyone can Eat some dessert to relieve fatigue."

As he spoke, he knocked on the table beside him, and various small desserts and two pots of hot black tea immediately appeared on the table.

After doing this, Maca leaned slightly and left the side hall to the stairs.

"Minerva, sit down for a while! We haven't said anything yet..." The old lady Mackieban just sat down and said kindly, "We were talking about Mr. McLean's talent just now. Really, although Hogwarts is missing an Albus,

It can be seen that the old lady felt very sorry when she talked about Dumbledore.She was older than Dumbledore, but even after seeing the early deaths of the younger generations, she still felt nostalgic for the death of a wizard like Dumbledore who accompanied the glory of his life.

The other old professors who were seated also echoed a few times, recalling Dumbledore's various styles.

"Yes!" Professor McGonagall looked at the direction Maca had left, and sighed slightly, "Maca is a good boy...In fact, the entire Hogwarts owes him a good student time."

"He's an amazing kid—" the old Tofordi professor who had taken Harry's test before said in a trembling voice, "Since he didn't end his school days for the safety of Hogwarts, it's better to just Repay him with a more wonderful teaching career."

"That's right," the old lady Macchiban nodded slightly. "It is the most touching thing to watch the students who taught by hand grow up... Oh, I think I thought of a good idea. Do you want to listen to it?"

...

For the next two days, the examinations were carried out step by step, and metamorphology and herbalism passed one by one.The so-called exam means that some people are happy and some are worried-of course, there must be many more people who are worried.

Generally speaking, life went smoothly, and no accidents happened.Oh, OK!I mean, if you don’t count Miss Hannah Abbot’s transfiguration practice exam?

That afternoon, when she deformed the ferret as required and disappeared, she somehow turned it into a large group of flamingos.

"Well, I dare say that there must be more than thirty! Because the big red birds ran for a while one by one when they were queuing out of the auditorium!"-This is the witness West The original words of Mo Finnigan.

However, at noon on the third day, Maca got an extra job with the examiner, Mrs. Macchiban, that surprised him.

In the afternoon of the same day, waiting for the entrance examination in the side hall.

"Attention," before the practical exams began, the door to the auditorium suddenly opened, and Snape's indifferent face appeared at the door. "The examiner, Professor MacLean, informed that your Professor McLean will temporarily serve The examiner for the additional questions, confident people can go to him to take the test."

After finishing the content of these formulaic notices coldly, Snape glanced blankly in the side hall again, his mouth curled with contempt.

"Don't say I didn't remind you, it would be very difficult," he said, "If you don't have the real ability, don't go there and give me shame-especially those idiots who always make mistakes in my class, understand? ?"

Before he could say anything, he didn't wait for the little wizards to react, and after reciting a few names, he went to the auditorium behind him without looking back.

In the side hall, except for the few students who were spotted first, rushing into the auditorium, the rest of the others looked at each other in surprise.

That's right, today's test is Defence Against the Dark Arts.But no one expected that Maca would appear at the practice exam site in the afternoon, and even served as a temporary examiner.

"We have additional questions for the Maca test? How is this possible?" Hermione exclaimed first, "Only examiners dispatched by the examination bureau are qualified to write the questions, and the signatures of others are invalid!"

"With Maca's magic level and achievements, who can say that he can't be a district examiner!" Ron retorted, "I should try it later, maybe there will be an'O' on my score sheet. (Excellent)'Now!"

"No, it has nothing to do with ability!" Hermione glared at him, "Don't you know? Every official examiner has a file in the Education Department. They hold an examiner certificate. Without files and certificates, just sign it. It must be invalid!"

Naturally Hermione was right. Maca's signature was definitely invalid, but the one sitting in front of the auditorium with him right now was the chief examiner, Mrs. Marchban.

Of course, the rules and regulations of the wizarding exams over the years cannot be broken, but there is no problem with a little modification.This old lady, who seemed stern and serious on the surface, was actually a Gryffindor through and through.

"Professor Macchiban, is this really appropriate?" Maca sat for a while, still thinking it was weird, "I think it is unnecessary for me to be the temporary examiner... right?"

The old lady Macchiban looked ahead without squinting, but there was a kind of smile on her face.

"Mr. McLean, if I remember correctly, it seems that it has been a while since you became a professor." She said leisurely, "You think, as a teacher, that moment is the moment you can most appreciate this profession. Good time?"

Regarding the old lady's slightly off-topic question, Maca came up with some intentions.

"You mean, when a teacher sees his students have achieved success?"

Maca’s answer seemed to be quite satisfactory to Macchiban. She nodded slightly and said, “I’ve asked many people about this question. The answer I’ve heard the most is'when my students have achieved something'... But to be honest Yes, many of the students at that time were actually no longer your students..."

"...People will slowly change with life," she said, "Perhaps the happiest thing in Albus's life is to have you, an unusual student...you let him be with you. When he was a student, he tasted the beauty of being a teacher."

The words of the old lady Macchiban made Maca beside her feel deeply moved.Such a view, I am afraid, can only be said by someone who has been a professor for a lifetime like her.

"Actually, I am also very fortunate to have Professor Dumbledore such a'not very responsible teacher'." Mackah paused and said with a light smile.