"Remember? In my third lesson to you, I learned about the numbers in Runi, and we will have to use them today when we talk about this inscription! ”

"As we all know, '7' is one of the most magical numbers, and I believe that students who have taken a divination course must remember this concept. That's why, in Rune, we use 'unknown' to represent the number '7'. ”

"Pay attention to my wording—represent, because before the Runi character is given the meaning of '7', 'unknown' is its true interpretation......"

That morning, the Magic class was in class, and Hermione was certainly in the classroom.

Maca spoke very seriously, and the teaching stage of the course meant that the students who walked out of his class would have a higher chance of working on ancient magic literature.

While students are under the dual pressure of graduation and employment, as a professor who imparts knowledge, he will also take on the sense of responsibility that can affect students' lives.

Of course, compared to other disciplines, there are obviously many fewer positions related to ancient magic literature.

“…… So, can anyone tell me what the meaning of the '7' character is when it forms a rune group with 'purple shirt' and 'hail'? ”

Maca doesn't ask many questions to students when he lectures, but he never neglects to communicate with students. Because he knows that meaningful interaction with students is also a very important means of teaching.

And of course, once the professor asked a question, Hermione must have been the first to raise her hand.

"Professor McLean—"

Maca looked at Hermione and smiled, then glanced around the classroom again, because she wasn't the only student trying to answer the question.

"I'm sorry, Miss Granger, but that's the third question you answered today." Maca said, glancing over the window somewhere, and then said, "Miss Hannah Abbott! ”

"Oh!"

Hannah seemed startled, and she stood up almost reflexively as if someone had poked her with a needle from behind.

"That...... Purple Shirt ...... Ice, hail ......"

"Oh no," Maca chuckled and waved her hand, "I know you should be able to answer because you've been doing a good job in your homework...... I just want you to relax, don't be so flustered all the time, remember when we played with brooms in the backyard of McMillan's house? ”

"Ahh......h Yes," Hannah whispered, clasping her left and right hands, "it was a great time." ”

"Then try to keep the mood at that time! Well, maybe I can think about it, how about we go out on the lawn in the next class? Maca nodded, "Then please take a seat, Miss Abbot—"

He finished his sentence briskly, but then reached out to Hannah's side.

"Then, with Rau helping me to wake up Miss Lovegood beside you, I would like to leave this question to her to answer." "It's almost time for class to end, and I thought it might help her enjoy the delicious lunch pudding with more clarity." ”

Before the words fell, many students let out a burst of good-natured laughter.

"Good, good ......"

When Hannah heard this, she quickly pushed Luna to the laughter of her classmates, but Luna still buried her face in the crook of her arm, and she didn't mean to wake up at all.

"She's sleeping in Maca's class?" Hermione, who was sitting not far away, couldn't help but mumble in her heart when she saw this.

In fact, she was still very concerned about what was going on in the library that day, especially when she finally opened her mouth to express her thoughts, Luna did not respond positively.

How to say that?

Perhaps, this is the complaint when you feel that you are constantly trying, but suddenly find that your 'opponent' is slacking off, right?

"No, how can it be 'complaining'?" Thinking of this, Hermione suddenly shook her head, "In this case, I should be snickering, right?" ”

I don't know when Hermione started to think of Luna as a real friend.

"Luna! Luna......"

"Huh?"

While Hermione was still pondering the connection between her friend and her rival, Miss Hannah Abbott finally woke up the sleeping Luna.

But the latter struggled to pull her face out of the crook of her arm, and her long pale blonde hair covered most of her face.

And when she pulled the ends of her hair in a daze, everyone immediately noticed that there were several more red marks on her fair face.

"Miss Lovegood," Maca said with a smile as she looked at her face, "please tell me what the rune group of '7', 'Purple Shirt', and 'Hail' will mean to us in the Runi script?" ”

"Purple shirts? Hail? Luna stood up slowly, "7 plus 13 plus 9...... Equal to 30? ”

"Yes, 'Purple Shirt' can represent the number '13', and 'Hail' can also represent the number '9', that's true......" Maca said helplessly, "but hey! Miss Lovegood, I'm telling you to explain the meaning, not asking you to do a math problem—"

At this point, Maca had to remind: "By the way, the sum of the three numbers is 29!" ”

As soon as these words were spoken, the students in the classroom were stunned, and then laughed out loud again. But Maca looked at them weakly—didn't anyone realize if he didn't say anything?

But unfortunately, this is the case, because Miss Granger, the only one here who is very sensitive to numbers, is still immersed in her inner contradictions!

For now, of course, put aside the wizard's strange arithmetic abilities.

Because even Maca can't understand why modern wizards who are proficient in the strange money conversion of "1 gold galleon = 17 silver sico, 1 silver sike = 29 copper nats" are extremely slow to the numbers?

"Meaning?" After hearing Maca's words, Luna seemed to say with some abruptness, "The uncertain death may be over...... It means 'possible regeneration'. ”

"Very good, the answer is correct, please take a seat!" Maca clapped her hands, a little applause for Luna, but to attract the attention of the students, "The purple shirt represents 'death', and 'death' represents 'destruction and rebirth'—"

Before he could finish speaking, a bell suddenly rang in the corridor outside, which meant that it was time for class to end.

Maca didn't have the habit of procrastinating in class, and his explanation and Luna's answer were actually enough for everyone to understand the problem, so as soon as he heard the bell ring, he immediately stopped talking.

After the bell rang, he said again: "Today's homework is behind me...... Analyze the meaning of these rune groups and write a paper with them as keywords, no less than two feet in length! ”

With that, Maca waved his backhand, and five rune combinations immediately appeared on the blackboard. Immediately afterward, a wail rang out in the classroom.

"Professor McLean, haven't you always given us a limit on the length of our papers? How can you ...... today?"

Maca shrugged her shoulders and gave her a "I regret this" expression.

"I'm sorry," he said frankly, "the principal reminded me the other day, .class assignment seems a little too small?" But seriously, don't you want to add a little more to your future? ”

Seeing Maca say this, several classmates suddenly lit up, and threw the matter that the class bell had already rang out of the clouds.

"Professor McLean," one Hufflepuff student asked, "do you mean...... You're going to teach us how to use that ...... Do you remember the one you performed in the first class? ”

"Well," Maca said noncommittally, "I wouldn't mind teaching you anything more if your efforts were up to a minimum standard......

"Alright, class is over! Hurry up and pack up and get ready to dine in the auditorium! ”

After finishing the last conventional line, Maca picked up the textbook from the lectern and strode out the door of the classroom.

Although he didn't open the book a few times from beginning to end, if he didn't have something in his hand, he didn't always have much of a real sense of "being a professor".

Even now, he has actually become a qualified "magic preacher".

……

Leaving the classroom, Maca walked straight to the stairs. He didn't have to go back to the office, because he could go straight to the auditorium and eat as soon as he shoved his textbook into his waist.

It's just that he still has some other things to do after class today!

When Demaka went down to the first floor, his steps changed. The auditorium was on the right, but instead he headed down the corridor on the left, where he bumped into a group of junior wizards who had just finished their Transfiguration class.

The Transfiguration classroom was in front of him, but that still didn't seem to be his destination. After passing the door of the classroom, he continued to walk some distance to the closed door of the faculty lounge.

Usually no one is here, but the person Maka is looking for at the moment may have already come here before him.

Oh well! Speaking of which, that person can no longer be called a 'man' since a long time ago.

With the creak of the door being pushed open through the hallway, Maca stepped into the lounge without hesitation. And then, he closed the door again.

Not far away, Professor McGonagall, who had just come out of the classroom, glanced in this direction—she heard some movement, but by the time she reached the porch, the door to the staff lounge had closed again.