Harry Potter’s Book of Sin
Chapter 1509
"Maca, you can't go now! At least you have to wait until your arms can move..."
At the gate of Hogwarts, McGonagall is trying his best to discourage Maca who wants to leave and stay for the time being.
After all, I have experienced such a fiasco together before, and if the bronze kitty hadn't accidentally appeared to protect the two, the consequences would be obvious.
In addition, McGonagall was the one who urgently treated Maca who had a broken arm afterwards. After seeing the shocking injury, probably everyone would be worried.
Yes, even if the opponent is the Maca who has been acting like "omnipotent" in the past few years.
"Maca...no, Mr. McLean! Although I can't really stop you if you insist on leaving, I still hope you can think about it carefully"
Hearing that Professor McGonagall had deliberately changed his name to what he used to be in school, Maca couldn't help but pause.
And then, listening to McGonagall continue:
"Listen to me! Perhaps many people now consider you to be a'savior' in general... Well, it must be admitted that before today I probably became one of those people without knowing it. But when I saw you fall to the ground like your blood, you lost consciousness, I finally realized again... Even though you are indeed smarter, more determined, and stronger than most people, you still still It's just an ordinary person."
"You will also fall, get hurt, and of course you will die, especially this time. Haierbo's strength has clearly exceeded your current limit. If you continue to be strong, you will really die!"
"So...Mr. McLean, please at least heal the injury first!"
To be honest, since Maca served as a professor at Hogwarts, it has been a long time since he heard Professor McGonagall speak to him as an elder.
He stood opposite McGonagall and looked at the professor who was once harsh but revealed his love for students in every detail. He couldn't help feeling a deep nostalgia.
I have to say that Maca was really a student loved by professors at Hogwarts.
Not only is he outstanding in magic learning, he is also quite mature and sensible...Well, at least before all kinds of incidents happen frequently, he is also a well-behaved student who does not trouble his teacher.
Needless to say, McGonagall, who is a professor of Transfiguration, also took great care of this rather special little Hufflepuff student.
However, just like the stars in the night sky cannot be determined by their brightness, even though Maca was once low-key, gold will shine after all.
Due to the repeated disturbances of Voldemort, Greenward and other troublesome figures, Maca, who cherishes friendship and partners, inevitably showed extraordinary talents, and with his efforts, it has been transformed into something that ordinary people cannot. Possess the strength.
When his existence became more and more difficult to follow, even the professors at Hogwarts unknowingly saw him as a figure like Dumbledore.
In fact, among all the professors, McGonagall is one of the people who can treat Maca with a normal heart.
It was only because of this time that the threat posed by Helbo was too alarming, which made her involuntarily confused like everyone else.
Until today, when Maca was injured so badly in front of others for the first time, McGonagall, who had become a little confused in recent days, finally corrected his mentality.
It's a pity that although Maca can deeply appreciate Professor McGonagall's love for himself, even at a certain moment, he felt the warmth of his relatives from McGonagall's words.
"Professor McGonagall..."
At this moment, Maca's arms were still hanging weakly on both sides of his body, and the expression on his face seemed helpless.But if you look closely, you can see that his eyes are still full of firmness.
"Professor McGonagall, you said that I am'stalling'... you have to admit it, you are right. But... I've basically been acting all the way along the way. By now, there is no chance of being discouraged. I don't try to be strong, who else can do it for me?"
As he was talking, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and couldn't help smiling.
"Professor, you should remember that I was so small back then, almost everyone had to lower their heads to speak in my eyes...Of course, Professor Flitwick is an exception!" He smiled, "but Even now, although I am still a small boy, you have to raise your head to look at me."
At this point, he nodded slightly and said seriously:
"Look! I've grown up, you don't need to worry about it! Even if the consequence is death, I will be responsible for all my decisions... well, I really should go! Professor, you too It’s best to go back to Change immediately. One is that it’s obviously not safe here, and the other is... Professor Sprout and the others are very worried about you!"
To say that he "has grown up" or something, Maca has never felt this way, but after all, he was talking to Professor McGonagall.
In the eyes of the elders, their students and children will always be the same.Even though Maca behaves very differently from ordinary children, McGonagall's previous remarks don't make sense. Is that what she thinks?
"Ok……"
It is naturally not an easy task to convince Professor McGonagall, who has always been quite stubborn, but what Maca says is almost always a slightly "cruel" reality that people can't help but agree with.
By now, it is impossible for Maca to retreat. The only way to wait for his future is to move forward and move forward, nothing more.
"Sorry, Maca... You shouldn't have to bear these things. Seriously, this is probably the first time in my life that... Albus has made a decision that shouldn't be made. "
As soon as he finished speaking, McGonagall Apparated and disappeared in place according to Maca's suggestion. Only Maca stood alone in front of the school gate, slightly startled.
"'A decision that shouldn't be made'?" He chuckled lightly, "Maybe! Although...this certainly cannot be said to be a'wrong decision'!"
After muttering to herself at the end, Maca glanced at Hogwarts Castle on the other side of the school’s vestibule, and after a moment’s gaze stayed on the bronze eagle statue on the top of the castle, he was in shape. Leaving silently in a flash.