The next morning, in the auditorium, which was supposed to be the only destination on weekdays, there were only a few students except for the faculty seats. Everyone seemed to have made an appointment, and they didn't come here for breakfast in the first place.

It stands to reason that there would be no one at the door of the library at this time, but it was already overcrowded at this time.

After learning that Maca would be the future professor of the Ancient Magic Script, everyone became interested in this elective subject, which was not very popular in the past.

It's not that they want to change their magic language class - after all, it's a hassle to change electives, but that doesn't stop you from looking at the new textbook.

“…… Wow! It really is! And voila! It says 'by Marca McLean'! ”

"yes, that's pretty cool! We used to be classmates with the magicians who wrote the textbooks! ”

"Let me see! I'm going to buy a copy too—"

"You didn't take a magic class, don't squeeze in!"

"McLean, he ...... No, didn't Professor McLean say that? Students who don't have an elective can buy it! Even if you don't study, you can buy it back as a souvenir! ”

"Line up! All...... Line up! Books...... Don't make noise......"

As soon as Harry and Ron reached the door of the library, they heard a commotion inside, and even the shouting of the caretaker, Mrs. Pince, was muffled.

As for Hermione, she had already squeezed inside.

"Maca always makes a lot of noise...... Harry couldn't help but look at the scene.

And the culprit who caused this early morning commotion was slowly passing by the foyer and walking towards the auditorium.

"Oh, good morning, Professor McGonagall."

At the entrance of the side porch of the auditorium, he saw a familiar figure.

"McLean," McGonagall said, turning back and smiling kindly at Maca, "good morning...... Welcome back to Hogwarts. ”

"Thank you, Professor." Maca nodded politely and said with the same smile, "To be honest, I remember the night you led us to the Great Hall Branch!" I didn't expect to take on the responsibility of being a teacher so soon......"

"It's the result of your hard work," McGonagall slowed down, waiting for Maca to walk to her before continuing, "We teachers are a little too much for you as a student...... Thankfully, you're doing better than we thought. ”

"It's all because the professors are good role models for us students," Maka said modestly.

But Professor McGonagall shook her head, and as she walked forward, she said calmly, "No, I don't think so...... You are different from other students, and you have always had your own mature opinions. I misunderstood you at the beginning, but it is clear that you have proved that you have a positive understanding of people, things, and magic. ”

"If you want me to say, the Sorting Hat can see it clearly - it will send you to Hufflepuff House, which is the best proof of that."

"I'm not low-key at all......" Marka shrugged.

"Your low-key simplicity is not on the surface, but on your heart." Professor McGonagall looked at Maca and said earnestly, "Helga Hufflepuff wasn't very low-key back then, she used to cook for herself and invite friends to banquets; In many academic aspects, she is also not shy about achieving achievements and demonstrating authority......"

“…… And when it comes to advocating fairness and equality, and recruiting Muggle-born academics, she spares no effort, and even has many arguments with Salazar Slytherin. ”

"But even so, no one thinks Helga is low-key enough." At this point, Professor McGonagall paused, "Because, whether it's her love of 'food' or the fact that she's secretly studying magic on her own...... Of course, it also includes the fact that she quietly paved the way for Muggle-born wizards and dedicated her life, all of which are proof of her low-key hard work. ”

"This ...... I don't dare compare myself to Ms. Hufflepuff! Maca smiled awkwardly.

"You are working hard in secret, and we teachers are all watching it!" Professor McGonagall patted Maca's arm, "There is no doubt that you are a gifted wizard, but there are many talented wizards in the world, and how many Dumbledores can grow?" ”

With that, Professor McGonagall turned and walked towards the faculty chair.

For a teacher like McGonagall, it is her achievement and her dream to be able to teach students like Maca. From the time she made up her mind to become a teacher, this has been what she has pursued in this life.

Maca looked at Professor McGonagall's back, and before she knew it, she felt a little more emotional.

Truth be told, he's so single-mindedly studying magic for his own sake. He never imagined that his own achievements would sometimes become the same achievements of others.

With this insight, Maca's heart couldn't help but feel a little calmer. He is also constantly growing, and the source of nutrients for growth is someone like Professor McGonagall who inadvertently gives him life insights.

A person who lives in the world does more than just himself - for the first time in someone other than Luna, he feels a different kind of responsibility.

"Thank you for your teaching, Professor McGonagall." Maca spoke to Professor McGonagall, who had already walked to the faculty chair, and said, "As your student, I have gained a lot of knowledge and teachings from you; And now, as your colleague, I hope you will teach me more on how to be a good teacher! ”

Maca, who had only become a professor because of the plan, finally decided to put aside her previous irresponsible thoughts under McGonagall's words.

He deeply realized that the heavy responsibilities that a professor should bear were far from being able to shoulder with his previous attitude.

When Professor McGonagall turned back and cast a particularly satisfied look at Maca, she bowed slightly respectfully.

As time went on, the number of people in the auditorium grew.

Professor Graplan, who is in charge of the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, chats with Professor Sinista of Astronomy as they discuss the astrological divination heritage of the Centaurs.

Hagrid's absence once again succeeded in attracting the attention of the students.

Dumbledore didn't say how long the woman surnamed Grapeland would stay...... Harry had already returned from the library and were heading towards Gryffindor's long table.

"Maybe ......," Hermione muttered suddenly.

"Maybe?" Harry and Ron asked in unison, "Maybe what?" ”

"I was thinking that maybe Dumbledore didn't want anyone to notice where Hagrid was—" Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Don't want to be noticed?" Ron wondered, "But how is this possible?" ”

As they spoke, they sat down at the long table.

Hermione was about to explain something, but just then, a hula and hula sound rang out from the window in the heights.

It was a large flock of owls, flapping their wings and landing all over the auditorium. All sorts of letters and parcels followed, as well as patches of water.

The owls were all wet, and the fluff on their necks was sticking together, and they looked terrible.

Obviously, it was raining a lot.

Hermione subconsciously stopped talking, and she scrambled to remove the juice to make room for an equally soaked barn owl.

"Isn't the Daily Prophet just talking about some lace news lately? There's nothing real ......," Harry wondered, "why are you still ordering it?" ”

"Anyway, this is the number one newspaper in the wizarding world in Britain," Hermione said solemnly as she took out the newspaper from the waterproof canister, "and if you want to know what is going on in the wizarding world, you have to rely on it." ”

As she spoke, she hung the empty waterproof back on the owl's feet, and placed a bronze nut in the holster on its other foot.

She then opened the newspaper and hid her whole face behind it, only closing it after Ron and Harry had finished breakfast.

"Any valuable stories?" Harry took a sip of orange juice and asked casually.

"Still nothing to the point," she said, shaking her head, "not even the news of Maca's appointment as a Hogwarts professor. ”

"It still doesn't seem to work......" Ron spread his hands.

By this time, Professor McGonagall had already walked over and walked back along the desk, handing out the class schedules one by one.

"Merlin's jaw!" Ron only glanced at it, then said dejectedly, "History of magic, Potions, divination, Defence Against the Dark Arts...... Old Man Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and the old woman named Umbridge are all in this day! ”

“…… It's terrible, I really regret that I didn't take the Ancient Magic Script class in the first place! Harry couldn't help but grimace.

Unlike them, Hermione smiled happily.

"Maca's class is available today, in the afternoon—" she said with a little excitement, "I've decided that I'm going to take advantage of the recess and lunch break to review the rune more!" ”

"Is she planning to raise her hand as soon as she enters the classroom?" Seeing this, Ron couldn't help but whisper.

"I bet she could lift a whole class!" Harry couldn't help but nod his head in agreement.

At the same time, Maca, who had finished breakfast, happened to pass by quietly not far away. He glanced over to Harry and smiled when he saw that they were both holding class schedules in their hands.

"In that case, let's prepare for class in a while......"

Even if he is already too familiar with the content of ancient magic literature, teaching others knowledge is no better than studying it himself, and in addition to the knowledge itself, the teaching method also requires more thought.

He can't really be like Professor Binns, who teaches the history of magic class, and lifelessly lay out the knowledge points from beginning to end, right?

"I can assure you that ancient magic literature is much more interesting than you think!"