In this world where magic and science coexist, there is no shortage of geniuses on either side. When Maca found out that it was actually a young girl who had not yet reached school age who tossed the explosion just now, he couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, he Macca McLean is undoubtedly a young genius, and his achievements in magic today can be said to be beyond the reach of most people in their lifetime.

But the so-called family knows his own affairs, and he knows very well where his ability comes from. If it weren't for the Scroll of Truth left by Rowena Ravenclaw, he would still be an excellent student with a good skill in Potions. He may know more about learning hard than his peers, but he certainly can't be called a genius.

The importance of opportunity is self-evident on the path he has traveled.

But Maca knows that some people are born with advantages that others can't deny. And the little girl who wrote this letter is probably this kind of person.

He thought about it, glanced at the big fat man beside him again, and suddenly had a bad idea that was not so kind.

"Master Hohenheim," a smile appeared on Maca's face, which made him look a little kinder, "Have you ever been to Hogwarts?" ”

"What?"

The fat young master was stunned when he heard this, and he didn't know why Maca suddenly brought the topic to this. But because it was Maca who asked, he had a good impression of this older boy who was not much his age, so he quickly answered.

"No, haven't been to ......"

"Actually, Hogwarts is still very good, if you're interested, I can take you to play later." Maca took the initiative to invite, "The scenery there is very good, the students and professors are very hospitable, I believe you can ...... there"

Before he could finish his sentence, the wizards on the other side of the table who had been embarrassed by the explosion were not happy, and the injured one of them shouted for an explanation from the fat man.

Maca was interrupted by what the guy was about to say, so she glared at the other party with some dissatisfaction, and then waved her hand casually. Suddenly, the shattered pieces of the tabletop and the cracked cutlery flew into the air, putting together in their original positions in an orderly manner.

Then he pulled out another potion vial and threw it at the man's hand, and the bottle arced and landed firmly in his hand.

"Take a sip and you'll be fine in no time."

In the eyes of the people around her, Maca's series of movements seemed to be flowing without delay, saying that it was a silent spell, but it was more like a spell that was not even needed, and the speed was unusually fast.

"What kind of potion is this?" The guy asked subconsciously.

Maca glanced at him again, then beckoned, and the potion jumped back into his palm. When he shoved his hand into his waist, he disappeared from everyone's eyes again.

"Looks like you don't need it anymore."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked back at the fat man again, leaving only the stunned look on the face of the guy opposite.

As you can see, when Maca unexpectedly retrieved the potion, the wizard quickly became a little annoyed. But the other party obviously knew about the recent deeds about Maca and Hogwarts, and under the reputation of destroying two generations of Dark Lords, he didn't want to offend this young powerhouse casually.

What's more, even in Beauxbatons, Maca's strength has shown some of it. Wise people know that even if the rumors may be exaggerated, the name of this young man will never be false.

None of the people who can represent a party are fools, and these people know very well what situations need to keep a low profile. So, the guy quickly suppressed the anger in his heart, and stood up and left very decisively.

The fat young master of the Hohenheim family on the side was particularly excited about this. He can be said to know about Maca's strength, but he can be said to not know very well. But for the fat man, the most important thing was what he saw in front of him.

"How did you do that?" He asked curiously, "There is a long syllable in the middle of the spell of the repair spell, how can it be so fast?" And you don't even need a wand to fix a whole bunch of things so precisely......"

"Oh, it's not that hard," Maca replied in thought, "you wait...... If you're interested, I can show you my ......."

He pretended to rummage through the pocket of his waist before he looked up and said apologetically, "I seem to have left my notes in the office...... Ah, yes! Didn't we just talk about going to Hogwarts? If you want, when this is the end of the matter, you can go and sit with me. ”

"Office?" When the fat man heard this, he immediately became even more curious, "You have your own office?" ”

"Yes!" Maka shrugged her shoulders and said, "I'm currently a professor at Hogwarts, teaching students some of the contents of ancient magic literature......"

He followed the conversation along the way, and from time to time he praised some details of Hogwarts, making no secret of his fondness for his school. Especially after discovering that this fat man was particularly interested in those thrilling things, he even picked out some stories about the fights with Voldemort and Greenwald.

Nothing was more convincing than a story told by the person concerned, and it didn't take long for not only the fat man, but even the wizards sitting next to him to listen attentively. Of course, most of what they heard was a subtle adaptation of Maca, and there was really nothing to pay attention to except for being lively and interesting.

However, just when everyone was itching, Maca's story came to an abrupt end.

"Oh, I'm sorry—" he gestured to the fat man, as if remembering something, "I still have some things to attend to, and I'll have to visit a friend in a moment, so I'll tell you about those things when I have a chance!" ”

"When?" The fat man suddenly asked eagerly, but the next second he suddenly said, "Oh! Yes, it would be more interesting if you went to Hogwarts in a few days, and you could show me around and continue talking! ”

Maca said that this guy was very coaxing, and lo and behold, he had already taken the initiative to give the itinerary of Hogwarts.

"Of course," he said, rising from his chair, "I'll see you later, you eat slowly—I'll have to go first." ”

With that, he quickly left the auditorium with Fanny, who had followed him up.

After waiting for a corner, and no longer seeing the auditorium behind her, Fanny, who had not said a word from beginning to end, spoke softly.

"Sir, are you trying to recruit that young lady from the House of Hohenheim into your Hogwarts?"

When Maca heard this, she felt that there was no need to hide it, so she nodded briskly.

"yes!" He said as he walked, "I am also a professor, and this time I came to Beauxbatons for the same purpose of the school. Now I happened to meet a rare top student seedling, how could I not fight for it? ”

"That's true," Fanny agreed, but then wondered, "but is it...... Isn't it a little too obvious? ”

Fanny was right, Maca's invitation just now was indeed a bit explicit. Maybe the fat young master with a straight intestine may not be able to taste it, but David, the ghost who has been guarding by the side, will definitely be able to see Maka's thoughts.

However, Maca didn't seem to care about Fanny's words.

"It's okay, it's better to be direct," he laughed, "Sometimes it's not a good thing to have too many eyes, there are a lot of smart people in this world, and no matter how deep you hide your purpose, no one will be able to see it." Therefore, in the case of unnecessary concealment, it is better to directly show your intentions to win the favor of others...... You see, isn't it a normal thing for schools to recruit excellent students? ”

After Maca said this, Fanny immediately understood the reason. Yes, sometimes it's too much effort, and it can be a thankless task. This is true in this matter, and perhaps in some other ways.

The two chatted casually as they kept moving forward, and after a short time they were back in the room.

"Sir, do you have any reservations for today's trip?"

After Maca sat down, Fanny took her duty seriously. It's not so much that she's careful and responsible for her work, but that she's too serious.

At least Maca, who has always been free and free, still feels a bit of a headache about this.

"Miss Blois, you'd better sit down first!" He said helplessly, "I asked you to go back to your room to rest just now, but you encountered an unexpected situation halfway through...... That's not going to be mentioned for now. It's time for you to take a break, right? ”

"Sir, I have indeed had plenty of rest last night," Fanny's stubborn spirit stood still, "of course, if you still say that about the task, I'll go back to sleep at once." ”

"Okay, okay!" Maca sighed to herself, "I'll see Madame Maxim again in a moment—personally, of course." After that, if I still have time in the morning, I'll sleep a little longer...... What do you think? ”

"Okay, I'll make a note of it." Fanny said solemnly, "Do you need to bring any small gifts when you go to see Madame Maxim?" I think that would have been more polite......"

"No, no—" Maca shook her head, "Madame Maxim and I ......"

He felt that he would always be interrupted today, and that it was too frequent. That's right, just as he was about to explain something to Fanny, he heard an abrupt commotion outside the window.