"I saw you and Draco get off the knight's bus that day! I know you must have said something to Draco, you better be careful, my uncle has come out of the dungeon of the Ministry of Magic! ”

With a gesture of Maca's hand, Nevito's parchment in his palm leaped up, arcing through the classroom and coming to a steady stop in front of him. As the crumpled parchment unfolded on its own, these two sentences were quietly reflected in his eyes.

It turned out that the scene of Draco and the rider riding together on the knight's bus that day had been noticed by an acquaintance. Also, at that time, Hogsmeade Village was full of people, and Neville was still spitting and spitting so inconspicuously, it was naturally not surprising that someone saw it.

Pansy Parkinson, a girl with a poor appearance and a bad personality, is always happy to satirize the Gryffindors. But the only pure place in her heart was left to Draco. She had seen that Draco had been unusually silent lately, and that it had probably started that day, so it was no wonder that she thought of Neville.

However, if this note is only seen by Neville, it is just a threat. But this Miss Parkinson's didn't expect that Neville, who had never dared to provoke right and wrong, would directly raise his hand to sue.

Now that this piece of parchment is in Maca's hands, the consequences may not be as simple as deducting a house point.

"What's written on it?"

Slughorn approached curiously, but Maca didn't care, and with a wave of his hand, he sent the crumpled paper to the bald old man's side.

"Miss Parkinson, I think you should come to my office after lunch," said Maca, with a calm face, "and you may have a good conversation with me about your uncle." ”

"No...... I...... I'm talking nonsense," Parkinson subconsciously took a step back, looking at Maca as if he was looking at a Dementor who chose to devour, "I don't know where he is, I ......"

"It's class time, so leave it in my office if you have something to say!" Maca waved her hand, then nodded at Slughorn, signaling that he could continue his lesson.

From beginning to end, Maca's behavior was quite casual, and he couldn't see the seriousness of the matter just by looking at him. But the little wizards' eyes were not blind, and anyone who glanced at Pansy Parkinson knew that the note was not as calm as Maca's face.

Slughorn, like Maca, didn't show any interest in the matter after reading the words on the scrap of paper. Unlike Maca, his calmness is based on the principle of "not taking the initiative to cause trouble".

To put it simply, this old man is completely "just not seen".

After handing the piece of paper back to Maca, Slughorn cleared his throat and began to talk about the rest of the lesson as if nothing had happened. With the exception of Miss Parkinson, most of the other young wizards gradually returned their attention to Slughorn's light-hearted explanation, and unconsciously put the little episode aside for the time being.

For the rest of the lesson, Maca worked with Slughorn to add a lot of highlights to the textbook knowledge, which made the vast majority of students change their perception of the subject of Potions to a considerable extent.

Meanwhile, while Snape was one of the best in Potions achievement, his teaching methods were too boring. If you are learning from the blackboard in every class, no matter how detailed and accurate the board is, it will always make people tired.

Listening to the humorous teacher's lectures, time always flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the end of class time is up.

This time, the students were a little reluctant because in the second half of the lesson, Slughorn told a funny little story about his preparation of potions, but unfortunately it was interrupted by the magic bell.

"Alright, I'll finish it in the next class," Slughorn said with a smile, "Everyone, pack up, it's almost time for lunch!" ”

After saying this, he didn't leave first, but waited for the little wizards to leave the classroom one after another, and then packed up the teaching aids and supplies on the lectern behind him.

It can be seen that Miss Parkinson was still nervous when she left, perhaps the Maca who had cleaned up Voldemort and Greenwald was a terrible monster in her eyes.

Originally, Maca hadn't planned to get any information from her! But looking at her wavering energy, she really has a little bit of anticipation now.

"Mr. McLean, pretty good lesson, isn't it?" Slughorn had already gathered his belongings and walked towards Maca with gusto.

"yes, I think they like you," Maca paused for a moment and replied with a smile, "This audit has also given me a lot of experience in lecturing, and I will use them in my ancient magic language class." ”

"Hahaha, you're too modest."

It's nice to have someone to hold on to nature, especially a promising young wizard like Maca, and Slughorn's mood is getting better and better at the moment.

The two old and young who liked to compliment casually when they had nothing to do, walked out of the classroom side by side and walked down the corridor to the stairs.

Incidentally, Slughorn didn't ask Snape to vacate the Potions professor's office, as he felt that the basement office was too old and dark. In order to have a comfortable office environment, he went out of his way to Professor McGonagall to leave the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office to him.

The details of the bargain were not known, but he could guess if he thought about it, and the old man must have counted this as a condition for him to return to Hogwarts.

“…… It's really interesting, and we'll see you in the auditorium later when we get to the table and we'll get back to the conversation. ”

As the moving staircase moved to a location on the third floor, Slughorn and Maca were temporarily separated before heading to his office.

……

In the UK, whether in the Muggle world or the wizarding world, lunchtime is always fleeting. And Slughorn's "anticipating lunchtime" after class is more of a typical British joke.

It seems that people are not so interested in lunch, and after hastily solving it, they can devote themselves to intense work or study again. If there is really leisure and mood, tea time is the true enjoyment of the British.

Soon, Maca settled his meal, and then returned to his office after politely declining Slughorn's "pestering".

The look of the place is still basically the same, so narrow that you can just throw your ass and rest yourself on the pile of papers, whether you sit or stand, you may not be able to see the Mr. McLean behind the desk.

Our Mr. McLean, on the other hand, is now working on a rough sketch, as if pondering some complicated magical puzzle.

He was waiting for Pansy Parkinson, but it was only incidental, he never had less to do, but more and more because he kept moving forward. The quest for knowledge is endless, and those are the only things that can be understood in a lifetime, and wasting time is equivalent to wasting life.

But seriously, he is actually quite willing to waste his life sometimes, especially when he has nothing to do.

I saw that he thought about it, simply threw the quill in his hand into the inkwell casually, and then turned to face the window with the Gordigan tea he had just brewed. When he stretched out his hand to open the curtains, the bright afternoon sun fell on his face at once, and the warmth was particularly warm.

Looking down from here, you can catch a glimpse of the students in the front garden, most of them taking advantage of their lunch break to go out for a walk and relax, talking and laughing with each other, but Maca can't help but sigh.

"This mentality needs to be adjusted, otherwise, the psychological age will go to the uncle......" He looked at the energetic young people, and couldn't help but secretly become vigilant.

Aging is often the enemy of women, but the same is true for men.

At this moment, there were three slight knocks outside the office door behind him, and just listening to the sound could tell the cramped heart of the person who came. Maca was unmoved, of course—he sensed the wave of magic outside the door for a moment before the knock sounded.

"Please come in."

As Maca's voice fell, the door opened quietly, and a cautious footstep kicked and stomped into the room.

McKellen ...... Professor, I'm here. ”

It was none other than Pansy Parkinson, the loyal follower of Draco Malfoy. Unfortunately, she had liked Draco since she was a child, just as Ginny liked Harry...... But Draco didn't have any feelings for the girl.

"I'm sorry, but my office isn't really good for guests," Maka said, turning around the mountain of paper bundles with her teacup in hand, and appeared in front of Miss Parkinson.

He didn't stop after he appeared, but walked directly in front of Parkinson's and walked to the small clearing next to the fireplace.

As soon as he raised his hand, a chair leaped out of a corner and landed just right next to the fireplace. He himself sat casually on a small round stool, without putting on any stand that oppressed people with his status.

"Sit down! Miss Parkinson," Maca looked up and nodded, motioning for her to sit down, "don't be too inhibited, you know, I'm your age as well. ”

He could say that, but how could Parkinson's dare to really treat him as an average teenager? I saw that she sat down on the cushioned chair with some shrunken hands, but she felt uncomfortable no matter how she sitted, and she couldn't find a suitable sitting position after squirming.