Chapter 156 Are You Coming Back?

When the teachers and students of Hogwarts saw the sudden appearance of Maca, who announced his departure from Hogwarts at the Quidditch World Cup final, almost everyone was taken aback.

Not to mention that Maca descended from the sky on a wooden plank, just because he came from that big ship gave many people a bad premonition.

Ron and Harry almost wanted to rush up and ask him, what happened? Although Hermione made a seemingly reasonable guess, no guess would be better than Maca telling them personally!

Hermione, however, grabbed them both so they wouldn't have to stir up trouble in such an important situation on the spur of the moment.

Most of the students started commotion, but Beauxbaton's people were very puzzled by this.

Maca ignored his former classmates, but walked directly to Dumbledore and Mrs. Maxime, and greeted them calmly.

"Professor Dumbledore, we meet again." Maca nodded to Dumbledore indifferently, and then looked at him again, "You must be Madame Maxime... I have always been looking forward to Beauxbaton The elegance of life and the rigor of magic research. In my opinion, those are the excellent qualities that every wizard should possess."

A steady smile appeared on his face, and he saluted Madame Maxim quite formally.

In fact, although Mrs. Maxim has a large body, her appearance and body proportions are not considered stout. If you can take a closer look, you will find that she has a handsome face and a pair of dark and big smart eyes.

It can be said that Mrs. Maxim can also be regarded as an enlarged version of a beautiful woman.

"Hello, child... Are you a student of Durmstrang?" Madame Maxime nodded implicitly and asked with a wink.

"Oh, yes ma'am." Maca pointed to the big boat that was docking, "Recently, Principal Karkaroff is not in good health because he is busy with school affairs, so he may come here later... "

"Really? It's a pity, then this time—"

"Madam, please rest assured that before departure, the principal has entrusted Professor Niels Olsen to preside over related affairs as an agent, and the three-final match will continue normally."

On the side, Dumbledore, who was ignored by Maca, just looked at him silently without showing any expression.

Standing behind them was Hogwarts' new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Moody, who was watching them secretly, the prosthetic eye in his eye socket spinning all the time.

Not long after, the students of Durmstrang, led by Professor Orson, lined up in front of the castle. It can be seen that these students look very strong, because they are still wearing thick cloaks to keep out the cold.

"Dumbledore, let me think, how long has it been since we met—"

It seemed that Orson and Dumbledore were also old acquaintances. After they greeted each other, they exchanged familiar greetings. After a while, Dumbledore warmly invited everyone into the auditorium.

"Oh—that's Krum!"

Ron has loved the game of Quidditch since he was a child. At this moment, he just saw that the strong Seeker of the Bulgarian team was walking at the front of Durmstrang's team.

At this time, the students of Hogwarts were following Durmstrom's delegation and lining up up the stone steps.

"I can't believe it!" said Ron in a tone of great shock. "It's Krum, Harry! Viktor Krum!"

"For God's sake, Ron, he's just a Quidditch player." Hermione said, looking at Maca's back again, and muttered in a low voice, "Besides, he Obviously not as powerful as Maca, didn't you all see it in the World Cup finals? Maca caught the Snitch right away..."

"Just a Quidditch player?" Ron stared at her blankly,

As if he couldn't believe his ears, "Hermione! He's one of the best Seekers in the world! I didn't expect him to be a student!"

When they and the other students of Hogwarts walked through the foyer again and walked towards the auditorium, a few sixth-grade girls beside them were frantically looking for something in their pockets as they walked—

"Oh, I can't believe I didn't have a quill with me—"

"Do you think he'll sign my hat with lipstick?"

"Do you want McClain to introduce me to Krum? It's good to be a friend!"

"Oh—McLean is getting more and more handsome too, I like younger ones!"

"Yeah! Yeah! Maclean and Krum - oh! Merlin on - I don't know which one to choose!"

The concentration of fans is extremely powerful. In their eyes, even Maca's behavior at the scene of the World Cup final is full of rebellious charm.

"It's ridiculous!" Hermione said proudly, walking past the chattering girls without turning their eyes.

"I'd like to get his autographed picture if possible," said Ron. "You didn't bring your quill, Harry?"

"No, it's all upstairs in my bag," said Harry.

They walked to the Gryffindor table and sat down.

"Hey, Krum, it seems that many girls have a crush on you!" Maca reached out and patted Krum's elbow as he walked in.

Krum shook his head steadily, and was about to say something, but when he turned his head, he saw Hermione walking towards the Gryffindor table proudly.

"Well... that sounds good." He paused, and said solemnly, "Popularity is always a good thing."

While they were chatting casually, Maca naturally led the team to the Gryffindor long table; while Beauxbaton's classmates had already chosen seats at the Ravenclaw table.

"Ha! Durmstrang's people are here!" Ron looked very excited, he clenched his fists happily, "Well done, Maca!"

However, Maca just motioned Krum and the others to sit down, but he himself walked over to Slytherin.

"If you don't mind, sign them up! I think they'll like it."

Before leaving, he and Krum said so.

Now, these enthusiastic little lions of Gryffindor College are very happy, and everyone is looking at Durmstrang's classmates excitedly.

On the long table in the Gryffindor courtyard, only Hermione was looking at Maca's back with displeasure. When she saw what Maca was doing in Slytherin, she turned her head away angrily.

"Willy, did you not leave school this year?"

At the end of the long Slytherin table, the little girl who didn't exist was silently flipping through her diary.

When she heard Maca's voice, she raised her head, revealing her delicate face that had been tightly covered by the wide brim of her hat.

"This year, you can come." She said quietly.

At this time, a Slytherin girl who was sitting next to her stood up. Seeing Maca looking towards her, she quickly shrank her head and nodded, then walked quickly to another position.

Maca shrugged indifferently, and sat down in the vacated seat.

"Then have you been in school all the time? Those flowers have bloomed?" He looked at the rich dishes on the table and asked casually.

Willie shook her head, then nodded again.

"The flowers are blooming..." she said, "I, I went back, and here I am again."

"The flowers are blooming? What's the specific situation?" Maca immediately turned her head when she heard it.

But Willie didn't speak, she just flipped through the note in her hand, then reached out and handed it over.

That is a detailed record of all the "Riddle Flowers" since Maca was taken to the Ministry of Magic. And Willy not only recorded the data when the flowers bloomed, but also wrote down a lot of his own conjectures and research.

It can be said that some of these applications can not help but give a nod to the research.

"It's a good conjecture, it's worth trying..." Maca carefully flipped through the pages, and didn't even hear Dumbledore announcing the start of the banquet.

After reading all the content written by Willy above, he looked at Willy again as if he suddenly thought of something.

"...Speaking of which, how did you solve the powerful hallucinogenic effect of the 'Mystery Crystal Flower'?" He couldn't help asking, "Did Professor Sprout come up with a good solution?"

Willie shook her head expressionlessly, she opened her mouth, but didn't say what she said.

Seeing this, Maca seemed to understand something, nodded and said: "It's okay if you don't want to say it, don't think too much, I don't have to know."

This may have been solved by Willie herself, and the method she used is probably a secret. If he could say it, he believed that Willie would tell him directly, but now Willie didn't say anything.

Obviously, this secret may be an unspeakable secret to Willie—at least Willie believes that it is not yet possible to share this secret with him.

Everyone has their own secrets. Take Maca as an example, there are too many secrets hidden in him. Moreover, most of them cannot be shared—not with anyone.

"Let's eat! I just happened to be a little hungry." He said, filling a bowl full of bouillabaisse from a large plate on the table, "Willie, do you want a bowl too?"

The dishes at today's dinner seemed to have the house-elves in the kitchen pulling out all the stops. Those sumptuous dishes were more exquisite than any banquet that Maca had eaten in the past, and the dishes were even more diverse, many of which were from other countries.

Tonight, although there were less than twenty more students here, it was obviously much more crowded than usual. Probably because the brightly colored school uniforms of the other two schools stand out compared with the black robes of Hogwarts.

By now, Durmstrang's students had taken off their cloaks, revealing the blood-red robes they wore underneath.

"Maka...you, are you not going back to Hogwarts...?"

Willie stretched out her hand suddenly and gently tugged on Lamaka's sleeve.