“…… If there is any new notice from the Greek Ministry of Magic about this batch of students, the ministry will send a notification letter to Hogwarts. ”

"Okay."

In the hall of the atrium of the Ministry of Magic, Umbridge was handing over the head assigned by the Ministry of Magic, while Maca stood aside, followed by a group of young wizards of various ages.

Most of the young wizards were silent, their eyes wandering around the luxurious and wide atrium foyer. Whether it was the huge statue in the middle of the doorway or the glittering magic fountain, they all passed by their eyes one by one.

It can be seen that the vigilance they show is mixed with a trace of envy and expectation.

Although the Minoan School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Greece was rebuilt, it was not well funded, and it was clear that it could not be compared to the increasingly complete British Ministry of Magic.

But even so, it was their alma mater, the place where they had always lived.

Now that the school has been destroyed, and the former classmates are also dead and separated, that feeling is definitely not comfortable. Compared with the mind that has been alerted to the terrible calamity, the expectation of the future seems to be somewhat insignificant.

While keeping an eye on Umbridge's side, Maca was also quietly observing the young wizards who were about to be incorporated into Hogwarts.

But at least so far, neither the official Umbridge nor the uneasy students seem to be out of the ordinary, and nothing is beyond the bounds of reason.

It was as if this incident was just the aftermath of a dispute with other wizarding worlds, nothing more.

“…… Excuse me. ”

Maca was pondering the specifics of the Minos disaster when suddenly the oldest boy in the group walked out of the group and came up to him.

"What's wrong?" Maca faced the student, who was perhaps older than him.

"Excuse me...... Are you a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? The boy asked cautiously in a less proficient but somewhat intelligible English.

Maca glanced up at the group of students and saw that the other twenty or so students were watching the situation a little nervously. It seems that the boy in front of him seems to be communicating on their behalf.

"It used to be, but now it's the professor of ancient magic at Hogwarts." Maka retracted her gaze, looked at him and said, "My name is Marka McLean, and if you are interested in ancient magic literature after you enter Hogwarts, you are welcome to take my course." ”

"Professor?" The boy seemed taken aback, and he looked at Maca with some hesitation, as if to guess if Maca was a pure-blooded human.

"Don't think about it," Maka smiled, "I'm not very old, but at Hogwarts, as long as you have enough ability, there will be no absolute restraints. If you can make an effort to explore the mysteries of magic, you too will have the possibility of breaking the rules of the world. ”

"Oh!" The boy was stunned for a moment, then nodded with surprise and admiration, "Then you must be very strong—the professor at our school has mentioned it many times, and he says that Hogwarts is a very good top school of witchcraft and wizardry!" ”

At the mention of the professor's past, the boy's eyes flickered for a moment. It can be seen that the professor must have taken a lot of care of him, but now he has probably been killed.

"Yes, Hogwarts is excellent," Marka nodded, "but the best thing is not the school, but the teachers and students in the school, the 'love' between people—that's what the previous headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, told me." ”

"Dumbledore! Oh - I know him, huh...... Everybody knows him! The other party nodded again and again, "The greatest white wizard in the world, he was the one who saved the entire European wizarding world in the first place!" ”

When Greenwald's influence spread across the European continent, although the British wizarding world was not directly invaded, the Greek wizarding world was one of the hardest hit areas. Speaking of Dumbledore, perhaps these wizarding families whose ancestors had personally experienced the troubles of the year were the ones who were most grateful.

"Yes, that's right."

Maca was actually a little embarrassed in her heart, because Dumbledore had now "run away". If the boy had known that Dumbledore had just died, he didn't know how he would feel.

These students will soon be enrolled at Hogwarts, and they will find out about it sooner or later. Maca was thinking about whether to talk about it first, but this time she was relieved by Umbridge.

"Professor McLean, you sign the paperwork and we're good to go."

After negotiating with the Ministry of Magic official, Umbridge turned around solemnly and beckoned Maca over for the final signing.

"Sorry, we can talk later."

After Maca said a word to the boy, she walked over to Umbridge and picked up the file and looked at it. After finding that there was nothing wrong, he signed his name.

"Well, I'll leave the refuge students from Minos to the two of you - you can take them with you from the fireplace over there, the Floo Network emergency line in the Hogwarts foyer has been opened for you."

"Okay, I'm in trouble." Maca nodded to the person in charge, then turned to the students and beckoned, "Keep up...... There's a lot of people here, so be careful not to be left behind, we're going to start moving! ”

At this time, the staff of the Ministry of Magic were still in working hours, and although there were not as many people coming and going as they were when they were commuting, it was still quite a lot. Umbridge and Maca followed each other as they watched over the young wizards as they walked to the entryway on the other side of the atrium.

Paca walked behind the students, still watching the students carefully, and he looked at each one of them, but there was still nothing to pay attention to until they lined up through the fireplace.

Finally, it was Maca's turn, and he grabbed a handful of Floo powder, grinned secretly, and disappeared into the fireplace with a surprisingly vigorous emerald flame.

"Hey! What's going on? ”

In the corner of the Hogwarts foyer, two figures burst out of the large fireplace, which was one of the few emergency connections to the Floo network in the school, and a muffled grumble rang out.

Maca looked back and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Well, this is finally happening—" he muttered under his breath, then hurriedly laughed, "Oh, is there something wrong with the Ministry of Magic's fireplace?" Hurry up, while the emergency connection here hasn't been turned off, let's go back again! ”

Probably because he hadn't used the Floo Network to move for a long time, although he thought that the magic flame reaction when he used Floo Powder was different from ordinary people, he still forgot that there were still people lining up behind him!

Since the black-robed wizard behind him was so close to the fireplace, the demonic flame rushed out and carried the other party to Hogwarts.

"Ah...... Emergency connection points? Where is this? ”

The black-robed wizard looked left and right, and seemed to finally understand the situation, and immediately grabbed another handful of Floo powder, grumbling as he went back into the fireplace.

When Maca turned around, she found Umbridge staring at him with her mouth closed, without asking any questions about the commotion that had just taken place.

She even turned her head away from Maca when she saw her looking at her.

It was the Minoan students, who were now looking back and forth between the maca and the fireplace with some curiosity, as if to guess what had just happened.

"Okay, then...... Come with me! Maca didn't explain, but beckoned to everyone, "Go this way, you can rest in the small hall and chat with the ghosts of Hogwarts - this is one of the compulsory courses for students entering Hogwarts!" ”

As he spoke, he led the way down the hallway to the back of the foyer. Behind him, the Minoan informants all looked at each other a few times, and then followed in a hula-la-la.

In the foyer, Umbridge, who had been left aside by Maca, stared at their backs, still with a greasy smirk on her face, not knowing what she was thinking.

……

“…… Twenty-seven students are invited to enter the auditorium! ”

Maka, who was standing at the door of the side porch, immediately reached out and pushed open the door in front of her after hearing the faint call from the auditorium. Then, under the different eyes of the people in the auditorium, he took a big step and walked in generously.

Behind him, twenty-seven students from the Minoan Academy of Magic followed him closely, silently following him towards the faculty table.

"Face the students, line up."

Marca commanded the young wizards who were about to become new students, and recreated the Hogwarts orientation process that she had been watching.

Although the age and height of this batch of "freshmen" are uneven, and the number is only twenty-seven, this is the first time he has personally carried out the admission ceremony of this freshman.

By the time he had arranged for the students to line up, Filch was already holding the four-legged stool in front of the students.

In the auditorium, the young wizards at the four long tables were all looking at the appearance of these "new students", and the subtle humming sound quietly echoed in the auditorium.

"The Sorting Hat is flying!"

Professor McGonagall, who was standing in the center of the faculty chair, waved her wand, and not long after, the shabby pointed wizard's hat that had just been "bathed" some time ago flew in through the side door that had not yet been closed, and fell into her hands.

Maca took the sorting hat, but instead of putting it on the four-legged stool, she started the sorting process directly at Professor McGonagall's signal.

"I called the names out of the line, sat down on the stool, put on my hat and waited for the Sorting House—" Maka said, taking out the parchment scroll, unfolding it, and reading it according to the name on it, "Helen Schoen! ”