Chapter 526 Come to my office once

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I saw you and Draco get off the knight bus that day! I know you must have said something to Draco, you better be careful, my uncle has come out of the Ministry of Magic dungeon!

When Maca stretched out his hand, the ball of parchment in Navito's palm suddenly jumped up, drew an arc in the classroom, and stopped firmly in front of him. As the crumpled parchment unfolded by itself, these two sentences were quietly reflected in his eyes.

It turned out that the scene of Draco and the fellow riding the knight bus that day was noticed by an acquaintance. That's right, Hogsmeade village was crowded with people at that time, and Neville was still throwing up so unobtrusively, it was no surprise that someone saw it.

Although Pansy Parkinson is an ugly girl, she has a bad character and conduct. She always likes to speak out and satirize Gryffindors. But the only pure place in her heart was reserved for Draco. She saw that Draco had always been extraordinarily silent recently, and it probably started on that day, so it was no wonder that she would think of Neville.

However, if this note was only seen by Neville, it would be nothing more than a threat. But this Miss Parkinson never expected that Neville, who never dared to make trouble, would directly raise his hand to complain.

Now that this parchment has fallen into Maca's hands, the consequences may not be as simple as deduction of college points.

What's written on it?

Slughorn came over curiously, but Maca didn't pay attention, and sent the crumpled paper to the bald old man with a wave of his hand.

Miss Parkinson, I think it's necessary for you to come to my office after lunch, Maca said calmly, Maybe you can have a good chat with me about your uncle.

No...I...I'm talking nonsense, Parkinson subconsciously took a step back, looking at Maca as if he was looking at a dementor who would eat someone, I don't know where he is, I……

It's class time now, if you have anything to say, please leave it in my office! Maca waved his hand, then nodded to Slughorn, indicating that he can continue the class.

From the beginning to the end, Maca's behavior was quite casual, and it was impossible to see the seriousness of the matter just by looking at him. But the eyes of the little wizards were not blind. Anyone who glanced at Pansy Parkinson knew that the content of that note might not be as calm as Maca's face.

Slughorn was similar to Maca. After reading the words on the piece of paper, he also didn't show any concern about this matter. But unlike Maca, his calmness is based on the life principle of don't take the initiative to cause trouble.

To put it simply, this old man is completely just pretending not to see.

After handing the piece of paper back to Maca, Slughorn cleared his throat, and then began to talk about the follow-up lessons as if nothing had happened. Except for Miss Parkinson, most of the other young wizards also gradually turned their attention back to Slughorn's relaxed and cheerful explanation, and unknowingly put this little episode aside for the time being.

For the rest of the class, Maca and Slughorn worked together to add a lot of highlights to the textbook knowledge, making most of the students have a considerable change in the subject of Potions .

It is true, although Snape is definitely one of the best in Potions achievement, but his teaching method is too boring. If every class is studied according to the writing on the blackboard, no matter how detailed and accurate the writing on the blackboard is, it will always make people feel tired.

Listening to the teacher's lectures with humorous words, the time always passes quickly, and it is time for get out of class to end in a blink of an eye.

This time, the students felt a rare bit of reluctance, because in the second half of the class, Slughorn told a funny little story about his preparation of potions, but unfortunately he was interrupted by the magic bell.

Okay, okay, I will find some time to finish it in the next class, Slughorn said with a smile, Everyone pack up quickly, the anticipated lunch time is about to begin!

After saying this, he didn't leave first, but waited for the little wizards to leave the classroom one after another, and then packed up the teaching aids on the desk behind him.

It can be seen that Miss Parkinson was still nervous when she left. Perhaps Maca, who had taken care of Voldemort and Greenwald, was a terrible monster in her eyes.

Originally, Maca didn't plan to get any information from her! But seeing her vacillation, now she really has such a little expectation.

Mr. McLean, it's a pretty good class, isn't it? Slughorn said with great interest as he walked towards Maca after he had packed his belongings.

Yeah, I think they like you, Maca stopped thinking a little, and responded with a smile, This audition has also brought me a lot of experience in lectures, and I will share them with you. Used in my Ancient Runes class.

Hahaha, you are too modest.

It would be great to have someone to support him, especially for a promising young wizard like Maca. Slughorn's mood became better and better at the moment.

The two, the old and the young, who liked to compliment casually when they had nothing to do, walked out of the classroom side by side happily, and walked along the corridor towards the stairs.

Incidentally, Slughorn hadn't asked Snape to vacate the Potions Master's office, as he thought the basement office was too old and dark. In order to have a comfortable office environment, he asked Professor McGonagall to leave him the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Maca didn't know the details of the bargaining, but he could guess if he just thought about it, the old man must have included this in the conditions for him to return to Hogwarts.

...This is really interesting. See you in the auditorium later, and we can continue to talk about this topic at the dinner table.

When moving the stairs to a certain position on the third floor, Slughorn and Maca were temporarily separated before heading to his own office.

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In the UK, whether it is the Muggle world or the wizarding world, lunchtime is always fleeting. And Slughorn's lunch time to look forward to after class is more of a typical British joke.

It seems that people are not so interested in lunch, and after a hasty settlement, they are thrown into the intense work or study again. If you really have leisure and sentimentality, afternoon tea time is the real enjoyment of the British.

Soon, Maca settled his meal, and then returned to his office after politely declining Slughorn's entanglement.

The appearance here has basically remained the same, it is so narrow that people can put themselves on the pile of papers by throwing their buttocks casually, and whether they are sitting or standing, they may not be able to see the Mr. McLean behind the desk.

But our Mr. McLean is currently burying himself in sketching out a draft, as if he is pondering some complicated magic problem.

He was waiting for Pansy Parkinson, but that was just incidental. He never had less things to do, but more and more as he kept moving forward. The pursuit of knowledge is endless, and there are only those things that can be understood in a lifetime, and wasting time is tantamount to wasting life.

But to be honest, he is actually quite willing to waste his life sometimes, especially when he has nothing to do.

He thought for a while, and simply threw the quill in his hand into the ink bottle, and then turned to face the window with the freshly brewed Goldigan tea. When he stretched out his hand to open the curtains, the bright sunshine in the afternoon fell on his face, which was very warm and very warm.

Looking down from here, you can catch a glimpse of the students in the front garden at a glance. Most of them go out for a walk to relax during their lunch break, talking and laughing with each other, but Maca can't help but sigh.

This mentality needs to be adjusted, otherwise, the mental age will be like that of the uncle... He looked at those energetic young people, and couldn't help but secretly became vigilant.

Aging is usually the enemy of women, but it is also true when it comes to men.

At this moment, there were three slight knocks on the door of the office behind him. Just by hearing the sound, one could tell that the visitor was feeling cramped. Maca, of course, was unmoved in the slightest—before the knock on the door sounded, he sensed the wave of magic power outside the door had stayed there for quite a while.

Please come in.

As Maca's voice fell slightly, the door quietly opened, and a cautious footstep sounded, and slowly moved into the room.

McLean...Professor, here I come.

It was none other than Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy's loyal follower. It's a pity that she liked Draco since she was a child, just like Ginny liked Harry...but Draco didn't have any feelings for this girl.

Sorry, my office is really not suitable for receiving guests, Maca turned around, walked around the mountain-like pile of paper bundles with a teacup, and appeared in front of Miss Parkinson.

He didn't stay after showing up, but passed directly in front of Parkinson, and walked to the small open space next to the fireplace.

When he raised his hand, a chair jumped out from a certain corner and landed right beside the burning fireplace. He himself sat on a small round stool casually, without putting on any airs of using his status to overwhelm others.

Sit down! Miss Parkinson. Maca raised her head and nodded her chin, motioning for her to sit down. Don't be too restrained. You know, in terms of age, I am the same age as you.

He could say that, but how dare Parkinson really treat him as a boy of average age? She shyly sat down on the cushioned armchair, but no matter how she sat, she felt uncomfortable, and she couldn't find a suitable sitting posture after twisting and turning.