"I'm looking at them all!"

The reason why there is such a thing as language between the same creatures may be because they are no longer satisfied with physical interaction, and they are eager to be 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 make people feel a warmth from the heart.

At that moment, Hermione involuntarily snorted and a warm arc crept across her cheeks—though she didn't quite understand why she was so paranoid today. But what I want may really be such an ordinary care from Maka, right?

"I see, I'll get some rest......" Hermione nodded softly as Maca watched, letting the crystal drop on the side of her face fall silently to the ground.

Seeing this, the smile on Maca's face couldn't help but grow.

"Well, then, 'Let's go back and get some rest now—'" he said, but quickly spread his hands again, "though I'd love to say that." Unfortunately, since you've broken the school rules, stay in the library tonight to clean up your precious books! After all, I'm still a professor now! ”

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

"Oh, yes! Forbidden ...... Don't be lazy, clean up well! Well...... Be careful, I'm looking at it all! ”

As Maca faded away, Hermione and Luna were down the aisle. The two looked at his departing back, glanced at each other again, and Hermione immediately took a small step back.

"Luna."

"Huh?"

"I'm not going to throw in the towel."

“……”

After hearing Hermione's sudden declaration, Luna stared at her carefully for a moment, but quickly looked away. When Hermione couldn't wait for her to answer, she looked into her eyes again, only to find that her eyes had changed back to their usual trance.

"Oh."

This belated response made Hermione feel as if she had punched her in the air, and she felt an indescribable depression.

"Hey, I'm serious!"

"Oh."

Look at me and answer! Also, don't deal with 'oh'! ”

"Huh."

Hermione, who was stubbornly trying to get a positive response from Luna, didn't notice it, and Luna's lips were pursed slightly. Perhaps, this is the real answer revealed by the change in her heart.

……

The night was a bit of a long time for Hermione and Luna. As mentioned earlier, the library has an amazing collection of books because at least one or two books are crammed into it.

Without the power of magic, one night or two nights would make no difference.

Of course, it's not uncommon to be fined for cleaning the library. Leave aside the matter between Hermione and Luna for the time being, because today is a relatively important day.

The International Alchemy Competition, so far, has had a lot of problems. From the discussion meeting in Beauxbatons, France, to the official meeting at Hogwarts a few days ago, it is not much worse, not to mention the chaos.

But fortunately, under the hard work of Maca and others, all the messy things did not affect the course of the specific event.

And today, the 12 contestants who just stood out from the crowd yesterday are finally about to enter the most important stage of this event.

Probably because Maca and Sarah said that it was an accident yesterday, but in fact it was an inevitable cooperation, and quickly cleared out the group of "troublemakers who suddenly attacked", many of the spectators who came to watch the game today seemed extremely relieved.

In addition, after the change in the title, the competition has indeed become much more interesting, and the guests are naturally looking forward to it.

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

Early in the morning, the sun had just slowly risen in the east, and the vestibule was already a lot noisy. Maca sat in the faculty chair in the auditorium, enjoying today's breakfast slowly, and her heart was a little more relaxed.

The house-elves in the kitchen work very hard every day, and the food they cook is no worse than the food sold in the makeshift market outside. The little wizards have been running out one after another as soon as it's meal time these days, after all, it's just because of the difference in mood.

"It's actually not bad to be so empty once in a while."

Picking up a muffin and dipping it into the honey jar, Maca took two bites as she looked at the surprisingly small auditorium.

In the seat next to him, Muggle Studies Professor Carriti shook his head.

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

Maka shrugged her shoulders indifferently, then poked her head out and glanced at Hagrid on the other side of the table as if she remembered something.

"Hagrid, what's going on with those Flober caterpillar cocoons on the trees? What's been the latest news? ”

"Ah...... Well, it's okay...... The little ones are still alive......"

Hearing that Maca suddenly mentioned this matter, Hagrid couldn't help but glance in this direction.

In fact, because the Flober caterpillars had somehow climbed the tree, and they had just picked the beating willow, Professor Sprout was reluctant to pay attention to Hagrid after a long time.

"Oh, that's good, I've never heard of the cocoon-forming Flober caterpillar, you have to take care of it!" Maca smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything, stop glaring at me-"

Talking and laughing casually while eating breakfast, this kind of life is undoubtedly quite enjoyable for Maca. But after breakfast, the busy day starts again.

Putting down the empty cup in his hand, he finally stood up and went to the small hall not far from the auditorium to replace Professor McGonagall, who had accompanied the members of the jury. In a whispered conversation with Sarah's father, the group walked one step ahead of the contestants and walked up the arena in the vestibule.

Halfway through, Mr. Hohenheim 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 for talking about in such a crowded place, especially since there are many wizards in the vestibule today, and it is really not a good occasion to talk about such intimate topics.

But this matter is too important for the Hohenheim family, as Sarah's "family", and as the current head of the Hohenheim family, he is now extremely eager to know something.

Because it is inconvenient for him, the chief judge of the competition, to have private contact with anyone, he has been holding back all night, and he really can't hold back.

Maca looked at the stout man walking beside her, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless—this was the most unlike the head of the family he had ever seen.

"Well, I've had a good chat with Sarah," he replied, while lamenting the impatience of the head of the house, and replied as naturally as he could, "rest assured, Mr. Hohenheim. Sarah is now my student, and when the student is in trouble, I, as a professor, am not yet mature, but I will still do my best to help her. ”

"Oh, yes......" Hearing Maca say what he wanted in such a roundabout way, he was also somewhat relieved, "Well, then my daughter will trouble you, Professor McLean." ”

What Mr. Hohenheim wanted to hear was not Maca's promise to help. How tricky Sarah's question is, as an alchemy researcher more than a family head, he is naturally very clear. So, all he wanted was that Maca wouldn't leak it.

Anyway, Sarah is Sarah, and he is him. Sarah would think that Maca might help her solve the problem, but Hohenheim wouldn't necessarily think that way—even if he thought that Maca's magical prowess was truly amazing.

When the conversation between the two ended with other meanings, and they were about to speed up their pace to the staff passage of the arena, a familiar shout from behind her made Maca slow down her pace.

“…… Professor McLean...... Wait, Professor McLean! ”

"It looks like a student is calling me," Marka glanced back, and when she saw that there was only a crowd behind her, she turned her head and said, "Mr. Hohenheim, go and sit in the conference room for a while!" I'll be right here—"

"Ah, okay."

After watching the members of the jury continue on their way, Maca turned around and walked back, and after a few steps in the middle of the crowd, he finally saw a small figure hurrying towards him.

"Professor McLean, there's something to report to you—"

It was a young first-year wizard who had just entered this year, and if Maca remembered correctly, he should be a student at Hufflepuff House.

"Taon, he didn't go back to his dorm last night, and he didn't see him this morning, we searched twice in the school, but we couldn't find him."

"Ens Taon?" Maca thought for a moment and said, "Why did you come to me?" Have you talked to the principal? ”

Seeing Maca ask, the little guy hurriedly nodded.

"Well," he said, "Professor McGonagall asked me to come and talk to you, and the other professors have gone to the castle to look for her, and she wants to inform you as well, to see if you have any clue." ”

"Ens......"

Maca stood there and pondered for a moment, only to realize that the first-year student who had come to inform him was still standing in front of him!

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

Maca is now a Hufflepuff legend, and just getting a "thank you" from him was enough for the little guy to get excited. After watching the other party leave in three steps and one turn around, Maca continued to frown and think.

"What's going on...... he whispered to himself, "is it a whim to run somewhere?" Or is there something going on somewhere else I don't know? ”