Chapter 636

"Oh, in fact, Hogwarts has always welcomed professors to come and sit down... By the way, during dinner later, you can tell us juniors a little story about that year!" Maca said with a smile, "As for cleaning the auditorium Whatever, just leave it to us young people to do it.”

Even if the other party was a student of Hogwarts, but now he is a guest after all. How can there be any reason in this world for a guest to clean up the house?

No, Maca was still talking casually, and his hand was already raised.

With a swipe of his hand, the exam tables in the auditorium disappeared one after another; with another swipe, the original four college long tables moved from near to far as if invisible tablecloths had been lifted. The distance was revealed; with another wave, the number of braziers on the walls on both sides suddenly decreased, replaced by exquisite tapestry embroidered with the Hogwarts school emblem.

When he finally clicked towards the ceiling, the previous hazy white light disappeared silently, replaced by a beautiful dusk with golden-red flowing clouds.

"That's enough, professors, please follow me to the small hall next door to rest for a while!" Maca stretched out his hand to invite, but finally shook his head with a smile, "Oh no, for Hogwarts... I think you must be more familiar than me."

"No one can say that they know Hogwarts Castle very well, can they?" Old Mrs. Marchban shook her head lightly, then looked at the restored hall and sighed, "Mr. McLean, you Do you know? Your talent reminds me of Albus back then... When Albus took the N.E.W.Ts exam, I personally tested his Charms and Transfiguration. The magic he showed was the same as I used to never seen..."

She was talking, but she paused as if recalling something.

"No, I think . . . you might be even more amazing than Albus," said Ms. Marchbane, "who defeated two generations of Dark Lords at the age of a teenager - multiplied by Voldemort's." Judging from the strength of the world, this is probably not much easier than that young Gryffindor who wiped out the black dragon group alone!"

"No no! In fact, on the road of magic, Professor Dumbledore has gone further than everyone imagined..." Maca led the old professors to the side hall, and said repeatedly, "As for Gran Fendo...how can I compare with the founder of Hogwarts with my little ability?"

What he said is the truth!

After all, he also knew the deeds of the young Gryffindor's dragon slaying. According to the records in the literature, it was a big dragon den with nearly a hundred dragons! Up to now, just a black dragon from the Heshidia Islands is the top magical creature in the "XXXXX" category of the Ministry of Magic.

With hundreds of dragons flying in the air, what kind of scene should it be? It would not be an exaggeration to say that it blocks the sky and the sun, but with Maca's little magic power, after a few rounds of regular power, he should turn around and run away.

While chatting casually, Maca led them quickly through the side door and came to the small hall where the candidates were resting and waiting. Professor McGonagall is also here now, seeing these old professors coming, he immediately greeted them with a smile.

"Please sit down, you've worked hard today, let's take a rest first!" Mag greeted, "When the kitchen is ready, dinner can start!"

"Professor McGonagall," Maca thought for a while, "since you are here, let me go to the kitchen to take a look! Professors take a break first... Oh, I think there are still some snacks, everyone can Eat some dessert first to relieve fatigue."

As he spoke, he knocked on the table beside him, and various small desserts and two pots of hot black tea immediately appeared on the table.

After doing this, Maca leaned slightly, left this side hall and went to the stairs.

"Minerva, why don't you sit down for a while too! We haven't talked much today..." Mrs. Marchban said cordially as soon as she sat down, "Just now we were talking about Mr. McLean's talent. Say Really, although Hogwarts is missing an Albus,

But there was a younger McLean! Really bless Merlin! "

It can be seen that the old lady felt very sorry when talking about Dumbledore. She was older than Dumbledore, but even though she had seen too many younger generations pass away first, she was still deeply moved by the death of a wizard like Dumbledore who was accompanied by glory all his life.

The other old professors who took their seats also echoed a few times, recalling the demeanor of Dumbledore back then.

"Yeah!" Professor McGonagall looked at the direction Maca left, and sighed slightly, "Maca is a good boy... In fact, the whole of Hogwarts owes him a good student time."

"He's an amazing kid—" the old Tofud professor who had taken Harry's exams said in a trembling voice, "Since he couldn't spend his student days well for the safety of Hogwarts, why not Pay him back with an even more wonderful teaching career.”

"That's right," the old lady of March Class nodded lightly, "It is the most touching thing to see the students who are taught by themselves gradually grow... Oh, I think I have thought of a good idea ! Do you want to hear it, everyone?"

...

In the next two days, the exams were carried out step by step, and Transfiguration and Herbal Medicine passed one by one. The so-called exam means that some people are happy and others are sad—of course, there must be many more people who are worried.

In general, life went smoothly, and nothing happened. Oh, OK! I mean, if you don't count Miss Hannah Abbot's Transfiguration practical exam?

That afternoon, when she had been asked to deform the ferret into disappearance, she had somehow transformed it into a large flock of flamingos.

"Well, I dare say there must be more than thirty! Because those big red birds ran side by side for a long time when they were chased out of the auditorium in a line!" - This is the eyewitness West Quote by Mo Finnigan.

However, at noon on the third day, Maca got an extra job from Mrs. Marchban, the chief examiner, which surprised him.

That afternoon, in the side hall waiting for the entrance exam.

"Pay attention," before the practical exam started, the door leading to the auditorium slammed open, and Snape's indifferent face appeared at the door, "Professor March, the chief examiner, informed that your Professor McLean will temporarily serve as As the examiner for the additional questions, those who are confident can go to him to take the test."

After finishing these formulaic notices coldly, Snape glanced around the side hall expressionlessly, with a contemptuous arc of his mouth.

"Don't say I didn't warn you, it's going to be very hard," he said, "don't embarrass me by going there if you don't have the real skills - especially those idiots who keep making mistakes in my classes, get it ?”

Before he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the little wizards to react, and after saying a few names, he went to the auditorium behind him without looking back.

In the side hall, except for the few students who were called first and rushed into the auditorium, the rest of the students looked at each other in surprise.

That's right, today's test is Defense Against the Dark Arts. But no one expected that Maca would appear at the practice test site in the afternoon, and even served as a temporary examiner.

"Maca test our additional questions? How is this possible?" Hermione was the first to exclaim, "Only the examiners sent by the examination bureau are qualified to write the questions, and the signatures of others are invalid!"

"With Maca's magical level and achievements, who can say that he can't be a mere examiner!" Ron retorted, "I should try it in a while, maybe there will be an 'O' on my report card." (excellent)' up!"

"No, it has nothing to do with ability!" Hermione glared at him and said, "Don't you know? Every official examiner has a file in the Education Department, and they hold an examiner certificate. Without files and certificates, signatures are It must be invalid!"

Naturally, Hermione was right, Maca's signature must be invalid, but the person sitting with him in front of the auditorium right now is the chief examiner, Mrs. Marchban.

Of course, the wizard examination rules of the past dynasties cannot be broken, but a little modification is not a problem. This old lady, who appeared to be stern and serious on the surface, was actually a Gryffindor through and through.

"Professor Maqiban, is this really appropriate?" Maca sat for a while, but still found it strange, "I don't think it's necessary for me to be this temporary examiner, right?"

The old lady of Marchban stared straight ahead, but there was a kind smile on her face.

"Mr. McLean, if I remember correctly, it seems to have been a while since you became a professor." She said leisurely, "Do you think that as a teacher, that moment is when you can experience this profession the most?" good times?"

Regarding the old lady's slightly off-topic question, Maca somehow revealed some of her intentions.

"You mean, when a teacher sees what his students are doing?"

Maka's answer seemed to satisfy Maqiban, she nodded slightly and said: "I have asked many people this question, and the answer I have heard most is 'when my students have achieved something'... But to be honest Yes, many of the students at that time were actually no longer your students..."

"... People change slowly with life," she said, "Perhaps the happiest thing in Albus' life is to have you, an unusual student...you let him be with you' As a student', I tasted the beauty of being a teacher."

The words of the old lady of Maqiban made Maca beside her feel deeply moved. Such a point of view, I am afraid, can only be expressed by someone like her who has been a professor for a lifetime.

"Actually, I'm also very fortunate to have such a 'not very responsible teacher' like Professor Dumbledore." Macha paused and said with a light smile.