Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Snape saw Maca coming, he knew it must be for the "task" McGonagall mentioned a few days ago.However, he is not interested in the shatters other than teaching, and never intends to participate in it.

"No."

As far as Snape's unpleasant character is concerned, Maca's face is already considered to be very big among the surrounding people.But no matter how great the face is, he will never buy it when it comes to some principled issues.

At this moment, the class bell suddenly passed through the ears of the two of them, echoing in the corridor.

"I'm going to start class."

Snape, who had just paused, dropped a word casually, then continued to walk forward, and soon disappeared at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Boom!"

Maca turned her head and looked at the teachers who were tightly closed, and couldn't help smiling bitterly.

"At that time, there will be people from outside the school. Defense against the Dark Arts is another popular subject... Forget it, let me do it myself!"

In desperation, Maca shook his head, and then walked to Professor Bubbaji's office.

Speaking of Ms. Karidi Bubaji, it may be related to her birth at Hufflepuff College. She is a very gentle and low-key professor.

As far as Maca knows, while serving as a professor of Muggle Studies, she also dedicated most of her free time to various activities to safeguard Muggle-related interests, and she kept it in the "Muggle Research Society". More than ten papers of considerable value.

Of course, with regard to Professor Bubbaji's things, these are not what impressed Maca the most.To say that the most difficult thing about this professor was her tragic sacrifice.

If Maca did not appear in this world, then she would be captured by Voldemort, and after undergoing a cruel torture, she would be deprived of the right to life in front of the main Death Eaters.

Now, because of the existence of Maca, all the sad things will obviously not happen again.

"Tuk Tuk."

At this point in time, Professor Bubaji should be in his office.

"Please come in! The door is not locked—"

To be honest, it was the first time Maca came to this office. After all, when he was in the third grade, he didn't take this subject that was of no use to him.

The office door opened silently, and Maca glanced inside first, then walked inside.

"Oh, Mr. McLean? You finally want to sit down with me... Come here, I just made a pot of milk tea, you must try it!"

Ms. Bubaji is also in her forties this year, but perhaps because of her optimistic attitude that never gets angry, her appearance age is obviously much younger than the actual situation.

Speaking of the more approachable among the faculty at Hogwarts, apart from Professor Sprout, who "treats everyone as his family," she is probably the easiest to approach.

"Thank you, then I will trouble you."

Following her kindness, Maca sat down at the small table next to her, and looked around slowly while the other party went to the fireplace to pour milk tea.

I have also said before that almost every professor's office has a unique personal style.And like this Professor Bubage, who is passionate about Muggle studies, there are obviously many Muggle-related objects in her office.

For example, there are two small and exquisite airplane models on that neat desk, and a few popular science books about airplane manufacturing are also placed next to the models.

For another example, Maca found a lot of promotional materials about pigeon racing on a corner of the wall.Although the sport has cooled down sharply in recent years, it can be regarded as a classic in terms of its popularity in the Muggle world.

And another example...

"I'm going... isn't it?"

He was slowly moving his eyes, and when he looked at the bookshelf beside him leisurely, a white machine that looked like a brick suddenly attracted all his attention.

"Ga, Boy? Handheld?"

Maca's mouth was crooked.

He never expected that he would actually see a handheld game console at Hogwarts...Although he had already made some psychological preparations before he came to this office, he thought he would find something related here. The "old stuff" closely related to the Muggle world.

However, the brand-new handheld computer told him that his previous preparations were meaningless.

"'Boy'? Oh, you mean that little Muggle machine?" Bubbaji opened his bow and carried two cups of milk tea to Maca's side, followed his gaze, "That's me It was sent to me by a pen pal from the Japanese Magic Institute. He said it was a good thing..."

"It's a pity that she never replied to me later, and I never figured out how to activate it."

While talking, she handed one of the cups of milk tea to Maca's hand and added:

"...I went outside and tried several times, and nothing happened except that a red dot would light up and a line of letters appeared."

"Really?" Maca nodded with a subtle expression, "This... is really a pity."

While squeezing out a regretful expression, Maca suppressed all the complaints that almost came to his throat.But he actually wanted to tell the other party-if there is no cassette, of course there is only one line!

It seems, at least for the concept of batteries, Bubbaji still somewhat understands.

He didn't say anything, he just picked up the teacup and took a sip of the milk tea in the cup. The smooth taste spread out in his mouth, slightly diluting the many exclamation points in his mind.

"When the immediate issues are resolved, maybe you can go to Asia to see it. It's much more interesting than staying here."

Thinking of this, Maca couldn't help sighing slightly.

"By the way, Professor Bubbaji, regarding the tasks that Professor McGonagall gave us... Do you need any help?"

Putting some messy things aside for the time being, Maca brought out the topic.

"Help..." Ms. Bubbaji thought for a while, "Mr. McLean, I remember you are a Muggle-born wizard?"

"Yes, that's right!" Maca replied, nodding.

"That's good!" She immediately explained, "I think you should know that I am a hybrid, and I have been growing up in the magic world since I was a child. Even though I have done a lot of research on the Muggle world, it is difficult to make I feel the authenticity of it more subjectively."

Speaking of this, Bubbaji spread his hand and asked:

"So, can you help me see if there is a problem with some of my preparations? I wonder if they look strange in the Muggle world."

"Of course," Maca said cheerfully, "please speak! I'm here for this!"

Seeing Maca's consent so readily, Ms. Bubaji immediately thanked her with pleasure, and then walked quickly to a cupboard near the wall not far away.

It didn't take long before she pulled out a fairly large roll of parchment, and walked briskly to Maca's face again.

"Look at this first, I'm going to use it as the theme to create a surprise for everyone!" Bubbaji said cheerfully, "In fact, this is a research topic of my own, and I have spent several years on it. ...But, to be honest, this big guy is too complicated, I haven't figured out a lot of things yet."

After hearing the words, Maca put the tea cup on the small table first, and then reached out and took the parchment roll that was 3 feet long.

But when he untied the silk ribbon tied to the paper roll, and then unfolded it, the emotion that had just calmed down once again stirred up a thousand waves.

Today, I am afraid that it is the first time he has such frequent mood swings after regaining his emotions!

"This..." Maca raised his head suddenly, and said in a strange tone that could no longer be suppressed, "Professor Bubbaji, I think that as long as you continue to persist in your research, you will definitely become a reform of the contemporary magical world. pioneer!"

He has only now discovered that he has unconsciously ignored a potential "legend" over the years.

...

Professor Bins is troubled now, because Maca, who came to ask about his idea at noon, tactfully rejected his idea on the grounds of "nothing new at all".

However, no matter what activities are engaged in, what kind of "new ideas" can the subject of history of magic toss?

He was floating around in his office, his translucent body walking back and forth on his desk, but he didn't notice it.

The only ghost professor at Hogwarts actually didn't need any office for a long time, after all, he couldn't touch anything.But because of the diligent cleaning of the elves, this place still retains its appearance on the day he passed away, almost unchanged.

"Well, the history of magic...'New Idea'..."

Over the years, Old Bins hadn't thought about other things except for reading out the many memories in his head during class time.That is, Professor McGonagall, who is the principal, made a speech, otherwise he would not be willing to ponder such things at all.

Compared to Snape, although the ghost professor had a bit less desire for power, he was more terrible than his temper.

I think he was actually a violent temper before his death. At the time of the four founders, he was notoriously eloquent. He was a typical high combat mechanic who "drowned you with saliva".

If it hadn't been for the long years that he had passed so far, he wouldn't have thought he would be so conscientious and unknown yet.

"Otherwise, just take out those old things and make up the count..."

Old Bins seemed to have thought of something suddenly. He nodded his head, turned his head and floated to the wall on the right hand side, and then dived into the wall and left.

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