Chapter 53 Lost Hermione
What's wrong, Maca?
When the boy was staring at the black leather diary in Ginny's cauldron, the girl beside him took his hand without hesitation and asked.
It's nothing. Maca shook his head slightly, his tone seemed to be so gentle and peaceful, but his eyes were unusually cold.
This trip has changed a lot.
Really. Luna? Maca turned her head, showing a slight smile, Maybe! But I think it's fine.
Luna tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes were slightly dazed, and it was impossible to see what she was thinking.
After a while, she said: Yeah, it's also very good...
Obviously, Maca caught up with the start of school time. Although no one knew exactly where he was taken by Rowena and what he did, at least he came back safe and sound.
However, some inexplicable changes seemed to have taken place in him.
Let's go, go home first. Maca said.
...
On the first day of school, Maca stayed by Luna's side the whole time, and almost never left. Even at the welcome dinner for freshmen, Maca sat directly on Ravenclaw's long table.
Surprisingly, there was little objection from the students of Ravenclaw College. This is absolutely rare among kittens who have a very high standard of recognition for wisdom and erudition.
This may be because many students have already seen the notice posted on the Hogwarts bulletin board.
The content of that notice was very simple, it just conveyed a piece of good news to all the teachers and students in the school - the Xianyin Potion invented by Maca had passed the test and evaluation of the International Federation of Wizards, and it was obtained in Maca At the same time as the official certification of the potion, it is also equivalent to an indirect recognition of his pharmacist status.
Just like what Snape said in class, potions can indeed enhance prestige and brew glory. This point has been most obviously confirmed by Maca, who has just entered the second grade this year.
During the sorting ceremony, Luna was naturally sorted into Ravenclaw. Maca gave her blessings with a smile, and told her what to pay attention to in her future study and life time and time again.
The dinner was lively and warm as always, bringing warmth to the little wizards like a big family.
Dumbledore in the middle of the guest table seemed to glance at Maca inadvertently, but soon he heard Professor Flitwick laugh again.
After a while, Professor McGonagall came in through the side door. She walked up to Dumbledore and said something softly.
Maca looked over to Gryffindor, and sure enough Harry and Ron were not on the long table. While the other little lions were whispering to each other, talking a lot.
In it, Hermione is visibly fidgeting. When Maca looked over, she just turned around and was also looking at Maca.
What's the matter with him? Hermione stared blankly at Maca who had shifted her gaze elsewhere, but her heart was full of doubts.
Hermione's heart has always been very sensitive, she will always notice some details that others will not notice. For example, Maca at this time didn't seem to have changed too much, but Hermione felt very uncomfortable with the indifferent eyes.
Could it be that what happened to Voldemort really affected him that much? Or was Maca actually injured when he saved me?
Reminiscent of the incident at the end of last semester and Maca's expression at that time, Hermione's guess was naturally off the mark.
...Also, who is that girl?
Looking at Luna who was being taken care of by Maca, she felt a little unhappy for some reason.
In the early morning of the next day, Maca, who was eating breakfast, was disturbed by a shouting letter from Gryffindor. It was from Mrs. Weasley to Ron.
...stolen the car! How dare you fly to Hogwarts in the car,
I even saw several Muggles along the way! If they fire you, I won't be surprised at all, let's see how I deal with you then! You probably never thought about how your father and I felt when we found out that the car was gone...
A huge sound erupted from the red roaring letter, filling the entire hall, a hundred times louder than usual.
The sound rattled the plates and spoons on the table, and the echoes from the four stone walls were deafening. Everyone in the auditorium turned to see who had received the Howler letter. Ron huddled in his chair and could only see a red forehead.
Maca frowned, but didn't move.
If it had passed, he might have walked over and helped Ron get rid of the Howling letter - it wasn't too difficult for him.
But now, he was sitting at the dining table without moving a muscle.
The first lesson was Herbalism, which Hufflepuff still attended with the Gryffindors. When Maca walked towards the greenhouse, he saw the Whomping Willow in the distance—it was being bandaged right now to prevent certain branches from breaking completely.
It's the work of Harry and Ron, who drove their enchanted flying car at the start of school and bruised it along the way.
Although they just couldn't get to the Hogwarts train platform - someone seemed to have blocked the entrance to the wall there. But even so, they still couldn't hide their recklessness.
Sprout, at least, spent the morning tending to the poor Whomping Willow, with a quick tuck of bread for breakfast.
When Maca came near the greenhouse, he saw other students standing outside, waiting for Professor Sprout.
After a while, Harry, Ron and Hermione arrived. As soon as they arrived, they saw Professor Sprout striding across the lawn.
She doesn't look too well with a lot of bandages on her arms. Moreover, she has always been kind and kind to others, but today her face is obviously a little sullen.
And beside Professor Sprout, Gilderoy Lockhart is following.
These two people are a stark contrast: Professor Sprout has a squat figure, a patched hat on his flowing hair, and a lot of mud on his clothes; Rolockhart was spotless from head to toe, with a flowing turquoise robe, and a turquoise top hat with a gold rim on top of his shiny blond hair.
Oh, hello! Lockhart shouted to the students with a smile on his face. I just showed Professor Sprout how to heal the Whomping Willow! But I don't want you to think that I am better at herbalism than I am. She's good at it! I just happened to see a few of these strange plants in my travels...
Go to the third greenhouse today. Professor Sprout took the topic with an unhappy face.
Maca was already a regular visitor to the Third Conservatory—he had been here many times, and even had a small area of his own inside.
Here, the smells of damp earth and manure are familiar, punctuated by a rich scent of flowers. The flowers, the size of umbrellas, were hanging from the ceiling and looked good.
Maca was about to go in, but Gilderoy Lockhart called to stop him.
Oh! Maca, you are Maca— Lockhart grabbed his shoulder and said loudly, Professor Sprout, and this one, Maca! Maca McLean! I want to I don't think you would mind talking to him, just two minutes...
Maca looked at Harry, who was also held back by Lockhart, on the other side, and Harry gave him an awkward smile.
Lockhart didn't seem to intend to really ask Professor Sprout to agree, he said great, and closed the door of the greenhouse to Sprout.
Oh! The youngest pharmacist! I heard that you were a first-year student when you invented the 'Fairy Hidden Potion'! Is this true? It's really amazing... Lockhart said happily, with one hand Pressing Maca's shoulder, he waved his hand up and down according to the topic, looking quite excited.
... I also heard that you were very low-key when you first entered school, quite low-key! Just like when I was a child-but no matter what, gold will always shine, just like me. Although you are not as good as I'm honored to have won the Wizards Weekly award for the most charming smile five times in a row, but one day you'll reach my level—
Sorry, Professor Lockhart. Maca interrupted him and said calmly, If there is nothing else, I think I should go back to class.
After all, he pushed the door into the greenhouse, and closed the door behind him, leaving Lockhart standing there blinking in embarrassment.
...Well, I think, he turned his head, the stiffness on his face was quickly swept away, as if he didn't care at all, he turned his gaze to Harry, Harry, I think I can understand you...
In the third greenhouse, Professor Sprout stands behind a bench in the middle of the greenhouse. On the stool were about twenty pairs of earmuffs of different colors.
In front of everyone, there are big pottery flower pots, and a plant is being planted in it. The grass leaves are green and look very healthy.
While the students were whispering, Harry also came back. He walked to the center of the greenhouse with a puzzled look on his face, and took the seat next to Ron and Hermione.
At this time, Professor Sprout tapped the flower pot with his wand and said loudly: We are going to repot the Mandrake today. Now, who can tell me what the Mandrake has characteristics?
Hermione raised her hand automatically - she always did. But this time, after she raised her hand, she glanced at Maca again.
Maca just stared at the mandrake in front of him, without raising his head at all.
Miss Granger. Professor Sprout also glanced at Maca before speaking.
Mandrake, also known as Mandrake root, is a powerful recovery agent. Hermione memorized the knowledge points recorded in the preview almost verbatim, It is used to transform the transformed person Or the man under the spell returns to his original state.
Very well, ten points to Gryffindor, said Professor Sprout. The mandrake is an important part of most cures. But it's also dangerous. Can anyone tell me why?
Hermione glanced at Maca again.
In herbal medicine class last semester, Maca would always join her in raising her hand to answer questions. To be honest, Hermione was always very happy about this, she thought Maca was the friend who understood her best in this school... But at this moment, the other party still didn't respond, which made her feel very disappointed.
