Chapter 656

"... well, I don't understand what the old man Slughorn thinks! Isn't it obvious that the reward for the curriculum must be yours, Hermione?"

At noon one day after school, Ron was holding a book in the Gryffindor common room, reading and complaining lazily. Around the table where he was, Harry and Hermione were doing their own things.

"No, at the last minute, no one knows what the result is. If you work harder, maybe the prize will belong to you..." Hermione wrote something in the sand on the parchment without raising her head.

In fact, Ron doesn't really care about rewards, because now, at least he is very clear about his ability. Students like him who have mixed into the n.e.w.ts potion class with "good" grades are lucky to be able to study in class. At present, it is more appropriate to say that he has nothing to talk about than to complain.

"After all, you won the prize..." Ron turned a page of the book in his hand and said casually, "but seriously, I really don't understand what the bald old man was thinking... He said, 'the gift for the lady can't be too shabby'... Isn't the prize a magic medicine? What's shabby?"

"Maybe it's to be wrapped?" Harry closed the notebook on the table and stretched hard. "I remember Uncle Vernon used to say something similar when he gave Aunt Maggie some small gifts?"

"Anyway, I'm not interested," Hermione stopped her pen and shook the feather as the pen holder. "Didn't Professor Slughorn mention it in class? He said that in addition to not taking too much Fuling, there are other side effects... Since that's what Maka said, even if there's no basis, I think it's best not to touch it!"

"But what Slughorn said later, I feel quite right -" Harry thought. "Luck can't be measured. No one can tell whether the side effects of the blessing agent exist or not."

"Then I won't go to Professor Slughorn's dessert tasting tonight. Then you can help me find a reason!" Hermione turned to him. "The prize belongs to you. Do you need to think about it yourself - I don't need it and don't want to use it anyway."

"No, no, no, Hermione..." Harry said helplessly, "I think you'd better take it this time! You didn't go after the exam last semester... It's not appropriate to make excuses twice?"

"I --" Hermione opened her mouth, looked down at the parchment again, and reluctantly said, "well... I'll think about it. I'll talk about it after dinner!"

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When it comes to the small events held by Slughorn, Marca will not be missed. Yes, he also received the old man's invitation as usual, but whether he could be there at that time is still unknown.

At the moment, those "werewolf statues" that were originally placed horizontally and vertically have been placed on the wall, but there are faint blue lights on the floor surface where they were originally located.

Here is where Maka studies Rune matrices and single regular runes.

The room is still dark, which is arranged to get rid of other unnecessary line of sight interference and purely observe the array. At present, Maka squats in this large array, staring at the small regular Rune floating in the center.

Around the rotating and floating rune, the ice crystal debris flew away, and then slowly fell and disappeared, emitting a clear beauty all the time.

After several hours of watching carefully and without missing any moment, Maka stood up and twisted her neck a little. He is observing the rules themselves and their Rune forms at the same time with his own eyes and his ability to sense magic.

Why do regular runes actually appear in this stroke? What is the special relationship between this and the meaning of the rules? If he can understand the relationship between the two, his understanding of cooling runes will probably go further.

In this way, you may be able to understand another rule that is completely opposite to it, and the rune is unknown. And even if not, it must be very helpful for the understanding of other rule runes, isn't it?

In fact, he has spent a lot of time on it.

After a short rest, Maka squatted down again and continued to study the cooling Rune in the center of the array.

In fact, he deliberately chose the day when there was no magic art class this afternoon, and planned to think about it. But no matter how abundant the time is, the study of regular runes is like climbing a mountain. How can it be calculated by common sense?

In this quiet, time seems to pass slowly and quickly, disappearing silently between your fingers bit by bit. When there was a sudden "Ding" sound on the table deep in the room, Maka suddenly straightened up and rubbed her face.

"... is it time for dinner? Well... It seems that I'm really hungry?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand suddenly, the regular runes disappeared instantly, and the faint blue streamers on the floor disappeared with no wind. When he went straight to the door, the "werewolf statues" leaning against the wall also floated up, fell to their original positions, and covered the rune array on the ground.

"Click - bang!"

The door of the responsive house was closed and soon disappeared into the wall behind Maka.

"This kind of research is really time-consuming and laborious... Ah!" he tilted his head as he walked forward. "It seems that Slughorn's dessert will come tonight? HMM... the research after dinner will be postponed for a while! The old man's network is still very useful..."

In the absence of any urgent crisis, Maka is no longer in such a hurry as in the past. The road of magic is winding and long, but life is limited. On the premise that it can not be achieved overnight, it is also very important to know how to enjoy life from time to time.

As soon as the meal arrives, the hall of Hogwarts will become as lively as usual. Looking at the happy scene of teachers and students gathering in front of us, everyone will feel a warm rise in the bottom of his heart.

"... after observation at the beginning of school, I found that the level of n.e.w.ts class this year is obviously higher than that in the past, especially several students..."

When Maka sat on the teaching bench, he heard the little professor flavy talking to Professor McGonagall about his views on the little wizards. When several familiar names appeared from each other's mouth, he also smiled knowingly.

Hermione and others are of course one of the names specially named by flavy. Maka knows that the words he said in the ward are playing a proper role.

The near conclusion that "Voldemort will rise" can bring a sense of crisis to all present at that time; And an appropriate resurrection period can enable everyone to properly convert the sense of crisis into the driving force of progress. During the current security transition period, it is the best thing that they can steadily improve.

"It's a pity that they can't actually feel the magic, otherwise the practical content of the magic text class can be deepened a lot... It's a pity..."

He thought and enjoyed the delicious food tonight. He felt that such a life was really beautiful.

"McLean, didn't you forget my little activity later? I really hope you have time to come. This time I asked Ambrosio to get me some new kinds of desserts, which can't be sold in the store!"

Slughorn, who was sitting several seats apart, suddenly raised his head and coldly interrupted Marca's thinking. Maka didn't mind at all. She just nodded.

"Of course, I'll be there..." he smiled. "Don't you go together, professors?"

"Oh, actually, I invited them too, but -"

"That's not right," flavy said in his sharp voice. "Slughorn has invited a lot of students. If we guys go, they'll be uncomfortable."

"Look!" Slughorn said, "in fact, I should say that professors should be integrated with students, which will be very helpful for teaching!"

"That's not necessarily true," snape said in a rare way when he heard the old man say so. "I admit that you can use this method to achieve results, but it doesn't mean everyone can use it. I think those students are too relaxed at ordinary times, so it took them seven years to learn so little."

Maka couldn't help laughing at what she said - it's obvious that even Snape can't deny Slughorn's ability. But his ideas were completely different from those of the old man, so it was inevitable that he would be unconvinced.

"By the way," Maka thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "I know something about the senior year, but what about these freshmen this year? You know, my course is an elective course, and I don't know much about them! Can you tell me about it at will?"

His words made all professors of major courses recall slightly, obviously comparing the freshmen horizontally in their hearts.

"There are three good students," said Professor McGonagall first. "In the first grade, everyone is still in contact and adaptation, and this stage is the easiest to reflect the difference of talent. Sarah hornheim of Ravenclaw, Ernst Taron of hechpach, and Alexander Wolff of Gryffindor - these children are worth looking forward to."

Speaking of this, megton paused and finally added: "of course, talent is not everything. Every student is worth our energy to guide them on the right path."