Marca eventually took Hermione and Luna in.

Because when he saw Old Binns go back to the classroom through the door, he subconsciously reached for the doorknob. But even he didn't expect it...... As soon as this "click" was twisted, the door actually opened!

Poor old Binns suffered the loss of being a ghost, even if he tried to block Maca from entering the door, it was useless. And perhaps because of this, he didn't stop him, but just glared at him angrily.

"Oh, I don't think I've seen him put on such a full expression other than the last time I argued with Professor Binns!"

As Hermione muttered in surprise behind her, she finally got a look from old Binns. Even if that look didn't match the "kindness and friendliness" that elders often had, she looked quite happy.

"I'm sorry, Professor Binns—" Maka quickly apologized, "I didn't really want to break in without your permission, it's just that ...... I thought it was locked. ”

Old Binns's translucent white body floated gently above the ground, and his expression returned to his usual nonchalant. But after listening to Maka's words, he still shook his goatee slightly.

"That's just what I brought with me before I asked Minerva to leave," he said casually, "Well, since you're already in, come here......

With that, Old Binns floated smoothly into the middle of the classroom.

Perhaps because her attention had been drawn to Professor Binns's rare expression, Hermione only to realize that the desks in the classroom had been stacked all around, leaving a large open space in between.

Speaking of which, it seems like the history of magic classroom hasn't changed in years. Tables and chairs were placed where they were supposed to be, for tens, if not centuries, so that the large hard stone floor showed many dents and signs of wear.

These details were not very noticeable in the past, but when the desks and chairs in the classroom were removed today, it was discovered that there were traces of such an astonishing age in this usually seemingly inconspicuous classroom.

Marca followed Old Binns to the center with Hermione and Luna, and they soon saw the only desk in the center, covered with a large black opaque flannel.

Judging by the outline of the cloth, there must be something left on the table on the next side.

"McLean, go over there and help me open all those cabinets."

In fact, there don't seem to be many people who can support Maca now, and Professor Binns is one of the few people who can move Maca.

Hearing this, Maca didn't hesitate to walk towards the back of the classroom—the cabinet door that could be easily opened with a wave of his hand, but he didn't mean to use magic.

It can be seen that even though the elder Binns did not reveal any truth about the contradictions of the founders of Hogwarts, he completely denied that there were any unknown disasters and hidden dangers left in Hogwarts. But for this ghost professor who stayed at Hogwarts at the beginning of the school to this day, Maca still has great respect.

And when he went to the back wall of the classroom and opened the whole row of cabinets, he was immediately shocked by the things stored inside.

As you can see, those cabinets have many layers of partitions, and each layer is neatly arranged with a lot of small bottles.

The bottles were all the same size, and they all had little yellowed labels on them, and even the contents were pretty much the same—a white flocculent.

Seeing this, Maca immediately understood that the table in the middle of the classroom may be the meditation basin that has been stored in the principal's room all along.

As for the flocculent contents in the large number of vials in the cabinet, it should be a memory of different types.

"Professor Binns......" Maca was stunned, then suddenly turned back and said in surprise, "Is it ...... Are these all memories you've collected? ”

"Well," Old Binns nodded casually, "but that's old stuff of little value...... Even if memories are materialized, they will eventually dissipate, and it is always too subjective to say it. And the subjective thing is one-sided, and can only be used as a historical reference......"

Maca's surprise quickly attracted Hermione and Luna, who went to the back of the classroom and looked into the cabinet curiously.

Beside them, Maca suddenly reached out and took out one of the bottles, carefully identifying the label on it.

"Sure enough, it's Borbers...... This is the memory of the first Hogwarts Magician professor? He was surprised, "Hmm...... 1051? The last giant hunt in history? ”

"That's right, in December of that year, Borbers went to Greece to visit the local magicians, and was affected by the hunt...... He almost couldn't come back. ”

As it was at the time, the elder Binns came as soon as he opened his mouth, which shows that he knew all these stories. But such a thrilling personal story would hardly be told in class.

Obviously, with Binns Sr.'s insistence on "historical facts", he will never allow such an extremely one-sided story to appear in the heads of students whose foundation has not yet been solidified.

“…… Since you've chosen that, take it! Help me lift this cloth. ”

Marca returned to Binns Sr., beckoning Hermione and Luna, who were still looking at the labels, to come over with her. When he tore open the black cloth on the desk, a flowing silver light immediately rippled through the classroom.

Suddenly, even this classroom has a bit more mystery.

Needless to say, old Binstore skillfully uncorked the bottle, and then poured the white floc into the hazy meditation basin.

The flocculent matter quickly dissolved inside, and as a faint fluctuation of magic that only Maca could perceive, he seemed to smell a vague vicissitudes of life.

It may be that the age of this memory is really quite long, which makes him have a little psychological illusion.

"Remember, what you see in this is a person's memory, and the memory is subjective. So, what you see in a moment may be 'real', but it must not be called 'history'. ”

Old Binns emphasized it extra "hard", and then waved his hand, signaling that Maca could do it himself. Perhaps because of Maca's skillful movements, the elder Binns even skipped the step of explaining how to use the meditation pot.

"Okay, we'll just watch it as a personal adventure......"

Seeing Maca and the other three of them gather in a circle around the table, each sticking their faces into the meditation basin, Old Binns suddenly glanced into the cabinet behind him with a complicated expression.

In fact, these well-preserved memories are all in Binns Sr.'s personal collection. Long before he was invited by Gryffindor to join Hogwarts Education, his collection was already staggering.

It can be said that some of these memory bottles were already invaluable in that era, especially a few memory fragments about the relics of the ancient wizard civilization.

And this habit of his collection is actually still going on until now. Like Dumbledore's habit of organizing his memories during his lifetime, it actually came from Old Binns.

However, for the elder Binns himself, the value of these memories lies only in historical reference and research...... Of course, there may still be some nostalgia for the deceased, right?

“…… How did Borbers die? He thought for a moment, and then showed a rare smile, "Oh, I choked on eating hazelnuts." ”

……

On the other hand, while Old Binns was slowly immersed in the memories of the past, Maca and the others had already entered that old memory.

As the silver light circulated in the field of vision, a chubby figure suddenly appeared, and then a large area of streamer light scattered in all directions, turning into the entire world in memory.

It was a path by the side of a mountain, and the fat wizard was walking slowly.

His steps were small, his head was always lowered, and he stared at the rubbings of an inscription all the way. When Maca noticed, he immediately leaned in to take a look—it was supposed to belong to some branch of the ancient Greek variant.

Beside Maca, Hermione hesitated.

"Maka, that's what ...... Is that the 'Borbers' you just mentioned in your memory? She looked cautiously at the fat wizard, "he ...... Can't see us? ”

"That's right," Maka said, who was leaning next to the fat wizard, "we're just 'spectators' here, and we can't interfere with anything - remember that audiovisual show at Lockhart?" It's all about this thing......"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it at the fat wizard, his arm completely piercing.

"Well, let's all become Professor Binns! And it's the kind that others can't see. ”

"Oh, that sounds interesting!" Luna said coldly.

Her heart was bigger than Hermione's. Seeing Maca's arm running through the fat wizard's body, she immediately went over and put her hand into the other's head, and then even poked her head into the other's body.

It didn't take long for her to finally take two steps slower, then she raised her head and whispered in a thoughtful voice:

"Maca, Hermione, I have to tell you—it turns out that the human body is black, and you can't see anything!"

Maca and Hermione couldn't help but glance at each other, and they both couldn't help but laugh. But Luna still pulled Maca's sleeve seriously, and said stubbornly: "What I said is true!" Don't believe it for yourselves! ”

But just as the three of them followed the fat wizard Borbers to talk and laugh, and gradually came to the vicinity of a village, suddenly several sharp arrows slashed through the air in an arc and fell towards them.

"Dudu—duh."

Three arrows were dangerously stuck on the dirt road in front of the fat wizard, and they went deep into the ground. Looking at the tail of the arrow trembling again, it is obvious that its strength is quite amazing.

"What's wrong?"

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