Chapter 21 Not a Good Thing

The three encounters with Willy Blois all ended with Maca deflated, which made him, who was always very confident in his communication skills, feel a serious sense of frustration for the first time.

After sending Willie to the gate of the Ravenclaw tower without a word, Maca returned to her dormitory and fell on the bed with her head raised.

What's the matter? It's rare for you to look dejected! Roommate Ernie asked curiously.

It's nothing. Maca waved his hand feebly, I'm just a little tired.

Tired! he added in his heart.

Early the next morning, as soon as Maca stepped into the restaurant, he immediately saw Hermione walking towards him with a worried face.

Are you okay yesterday? She looked Maca up and down, and seeing that he didn't seem to have changed, she started her rambling again, I said, you are too impulsive! I've heard the meaning of that word, but I don't think we need to care about it at all! Malfoy is out of his mind! There's no need to be as knowledgeable as him...

...Well, and, thank you. At the end, Hermione was a little embarrassed.

You're welcome, remember, we're friends! Maka spread her hands and said with a smile, Also, you have to get rid of your long-winded habit.

After that, Maca laughed and walked towards Hufflepuff's long table, saying good morning to Harry and Ron along the way.

What's the matter with him? He looks refreshed, did something good happen? Ron responded to Maca, then looked at Harry and said.

How do I know? I heard that he likes to take care of the flowers and plants in the greenhouse. Maybe yesterday's punishment just suits his appetite! Harry shook his head and replied jokingly.

You two! Aren't you also Maca's friend? Don't you know how to worry about him! Hermione came over, sat down across from them and said loudly.

It's enough for you to care about him! Ron said vaguely while stuffing fried bacon into his mouth.

Maka is very capable, and he will definitely be able to handle the troubles, Harry thought for a while, and added, At least he is much better than us.

Yeah! He could kill a troll by himself! God, it's unbelievable to think about it now. Ron said eagerly, If only I could do it too.

Then you should do your homework! said Hermione. Don't just deal with them all the time.

Oh - it's on again, Ron could not help moaning.

Maca looked at the trio on the Gryffindor side from a distance, thinking that it would be great if life continued so plainly and steadily. For him, isn't this kind of leisurely life, which is completely different from the past, exactly what he wants?

McLean, after the morning class, come to my office first. He was thinking, but he heard a voice calling him.

Oh! Professor Sprout? Maca saw that she was smiling, and this time it was probably a good thing, Okay, Professor.

The first class in the morning was the History of Magic class. As always, Professor Binns explained the evolution history of the automatic stirring cauldron to the students of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in his hypnotic tone. In the eyes of other students, this is a particularly boring piece of content, but Maca got a little inspiration in a few instances-he wants to try to improve this kind of crucible, which may make his potion fortune plan enter the middle stage. The age of automation.

Of course, it's obviously not that easy.

The second class is Maca's most troublesome transformation class at present.

To be honest, he has always liked this course, but the learning progress is very different from Charms, not to mention Potions, which he is good at.

Especially some time ago, when he saw some interesting records in the restricted area,

He felt even more difficult.

He discovered that the ancient demon summoning technique was closely related to the transformation technique!

Not to mention the obvious taboo of summoning demons. Maca guessed that Summoning alone is inextricably linked with Transfiguration. And that is white magic, which has been known for its powerful destructive power since ancient times. It used to be one of the main magic categories of many powerful white wizards.

Today, the theory is almost entirely lost, but it's a wonderful subject worth exploring.

Such a seductive and profound magic is simply a luxurious feast that cannot be seen or eaten for Maca. How can it make him not feel anxious?

In Transfiguration class, Maca easily transformed a match into a needle and back again. While being praised by Professor McGonagall, he seemed even more distressed-obviously, the slow progress was not a problem with his personal talent at all, and this was the problem.

Do you want him to ask Dumbledore, saying that he saw the record of the demon summoning technique in the restricted area, and wanted to study it as soon as possible? Do not make jokes!

After class, Maca walked quickly to the greenhouse. He wanted to fill his sadness with the unknown good news that Professor Sprout brought him.

Tuk tuk tuk Come in!

Pushing open the office door, Maca immediately found another person in the office—the first-year flight professor, Mrs. Huo Qi.

Hello, Mrs. Hooch; hello, Professor Sprout. Maca bowed politely.

Oh—yes, you're here, come here, kid. Professor Sprout greeted Maca kindly.

Yes yes, good news today, said Professor Sprout. Mrs. Hooch recommended you to me, saying that you should play on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team!

Oh! I'm so shocked to hear that! You know, if you do pass the selection test, you'll be the youngest Academy player in a century! I'm so proud of you !

While talking, Professor Sprout couldn't help hugging Maca, she was really happy.

Yeah! I think Mr. McLean can pass the provisional selection without a doubt. This kid's talent in Quidditch has never been seen before. I think that if he goes through a series of professional training, he may even be selected as a student when he is a student. Go to the professional team!

Uh, is this true? Maca really liked to fly freely in the air, but he was only moderately interested in the sport of Quidditch.

Oh, of course! I have asked Dumbledore about whether the first-year students can join the Quidditch team. He thinks it is a proof of the students' excellence. Professor Sprout said enthusiastically, Dumbledore Lido also loves the sport, and he often finds time to watch international leagues!

Uh, no—ah! I mean, my blood boils! Maca said excitedly.

Now that the parties have agreed, everything will be easy to handle. After lunch, Professor Sprout took advantage of the lunch break and couldn't wait to give the Macas to the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, Darren Criss.

Speaking of which, this gentle and helpful sixth grade boy is also the prefect of Hufflepuff College!

Maka, I've heard it from Mrs. Hooch before. Darren patted Maca on the shoulder with a smile and said, It's great! I've never heard that you can join the academy team in the first grade of.

Yeah! I was surprised too, I didn't even know if I could do it well. In fact, I only did some simple flying exercises in flying lessons!

Of course, sometimes you can't control it, just let your temper fly wild.

No problem, no problem! We all trust Mrs. Hooch's vision—you know, she has been a Quidditch Cup referee for many years!

Besides, our college doesn't really care much about the Quidditch Cup... At least I think Quidditch is a relaxing recess sport! Darren said lightly, That's why I hate the Slytherin team, They will stop at nothing to win.

Oh, yes, I think so too. Maca echoed with a smile, Flying freely, I really like that feeling!

Okay, the lunch break is almost over! Come to the Quidditch pitch after class in the afternoon, we will give you a temporary team test, look forward to it! Hahaha—— Darren waved his hands and left, he wanted to prepare Went to class.

Hahaha. Maca laughed a few times in embarrassment.

He found that the estimated time to go to the library in the future has been greatly reduced, which is not good news.

The afternoon class passed quickly, and when Maca was crowded with a large number of students in the corridor to the common room, he was pulled out of the crowd by a delicate white hand.

Huh? Maca was taken aback. After seeing who it was, he breathed a sigh of relief, Oh, Miss Charlotte, what's the matter?

What's the matter, I'll come and take you to the Quidditch pitch! Charlotte said carelessly, patting Maca's back hard.

Take him to the field? Could it be that……

Is senior sister a player of the academy team? Maca asked in surprise.

Of course! Didn't I tell you? We may be teammates in the future! If you want to see me as a beautiful woman every day, then you have to work harder today.

Charlotte dragged Maca's hand while talking casually, and walked downstairs under the curious eyes of many students. Although they couldn't hear what the two of them were talking about, but seeing Maca left by such a beautiful woman, which boy wouldn't be curious?

Oh, senior sister! I said, don't pull, I will go by myself. Maca said helplessly.

Being held by one of the three beauties of Hogwarts and showing off in public, what's wrong with that? You must enjoy it, my little brother. Charlotte smiled like a The wretched aunt who seduced Xiao Zhengtai.

Come on! I didn't find any enjoyment in this. The only feeling is that I'm being watched by a group of starving wolf cubs in the street! Maca said with a wry smile.

It's cheap and good-looking! Charlotte smiled and patted Maca on the head, but let go of his hand.