Chapter 312: Brand New Ancient Rune Lesson

( ) Ancient Rune Classroom is a very bright classroom. Because there are many windows and they are facing southwest, in the afternoon, the sunlight will invade the whole classroom through the window holes.

On the walls of the classroom, there are various stone slabs, photos, and rubbings, all of which are rune samples obtained by archaeologists.

It is those objects that contain ancient flavors that give this classroom a layer of mystery.

Standing by the window and looking out, you can see the empty lawn in front of the castle. When the breeze blows, the neat lawn sways with the wind, and there are layers of green waves quietly swaying.

If you look further away, you can vaguely see several continuous mountain ranges. Although you can't see them here, Hogsmeade Village is indeed in that direction.

From time to time, one or two owls would fly over from the side of the mountain, gradually zooming in from one small point to another, and then half-gliding and landing towards the west tower on the left side of the field of vision with a few weak flapping sounds.

At the top of that tower is the school's owl shed.

Speaking of it, the environment of the ancient rune classroom is actually one of the best in Hogwarts Castle. Studying here at least feels more relaxed and enjoyable than studying in the basement or other places.

Logically speaking, such an excellent environment alone is enough to attract many students to take this course.

However, under the admonitions of generations of seniors, the students who choose this elective subject, which is no less boring than History of Magic and more difficult to comprehend than Divination, have become few and far between.

Maca gently pushed open the door of the classroom, looked around the classroom, then walked towards the window. When passing by the desk, he conveniently put the textbooks in his hand and a list on it.

But when he took two steps forward, he turned around again and took the list back into his hand.

There was still a little while before the end of the last get out of class. At this time, the classroom seemed empty, and every step he took would leave a clear friction sound.

Maca stood in front of the window, pulled out his wand and waved it casually, all the windows were opened, and a slightly cool breeze gently brushed his neck, making him feel refreshed.

He lowered his head and casually flipped through the list in his hand.

The number of new students enrolled in Hogwarts is not fixed every year, like the first year Maca and Harry entered,

The number of new students is particularly small.

But no matter what, there are nearly a thousand students in the whole school. Even if the elective courses are only voluntary, it is not as small as the list of elective students for the ancient magic text class in Maca's hand.

Currently, there are 56 students in the .Ls class in the three grades; and among the students in the sixth and seventh grades, there are only 15 students in the . class.

The fifth-grade ancient magic text class that will be taught next is exactly the Maca class that has the fewest number of students in recent years, and there are only 10 students in the four colleges.

What Maca is most curious about now is why this course is not simply canceled?

Do not! In fact, there are actually only 9 students who will come later, as for the other student who was absent for some reason...

"Villi Blois."

Maca looked at the name on the list, and a moment of doubt flashed across his face.

That's right, this school year, that girl who was full of mysteries dropped out of school again. Although it is not clear what happened to her, or what is happening now. But the other party didn't want to mention it, so he wouldn't ignorantly approach him to make a fuss.

Some secrets will not be easier just because they are told to others, just like Maca's own secrets, he will not let anyone know.

At this moment, a crisp bell sounded from the corridor outside the classroom. The previous class was over, and it was time for the students to move in a hurry and go to the classroom where the next class should go.

Maca smiled slightly, reached out and took out a stack of small pieces of paper from his waist, then raised his wand and waved it lightly a few times. In an instant, the pieces of paper flew by themselves, spinning and landed at his feet.

After he pointed at the square stool next to the desk for the last time, the only piece of paper left in his hand slid towards the top of the square stool lightly, and fell sideways with it beside the desk.

At the same time, Maca's figure became hazy in a trance.

"...Come on, come on, it's right here."

Accompanied by the unexpected noise and uproar in the corridor, several students crowded around and pushed open the door of the classroom.

"Hey, McClain hasn't arrived yet?"

"Hey! It should be 'Professor McLean'!"

"Oh my, I haven't gotten used to it yet..."

In the ancient magic text classroom, the windows were all open, and the wind gently flapped the curtains, which looked like skirts fluttering with the wind.

The number of people in the classroom was increasing, and it didn't take long for it to exceed the "nine people" Maca had expected. It seemed that even some students who had no class came to listen on their own initiative.

It's not that the academic achievements listed by Dumbledore last night moved the young wizards' hearts.

In fact, the reason why everyone came here was because a peer like Maca suddenly appeared among a group of "adult" professors.

If you are not curious, it must be impossible!

Everyone wants to see what kind of novelty the course taught by Maca, a legendary classmate, will look like.

Soon, there were already a lot of people in the originally empty classroom; this ancient magic text classroom, which can accommodate up to 50 students, has already been occupied by students for most of the time.

And at the back door of the classroom, there was even a little Professor Flitwick. From the looks of it, he seemed to want to take advantage of the time when there was no class, and come over to observe the first class Maca was in charge of!

However, to Maca's regret, no one noticed the inconspicuous square stool that fell by the lectern.

Just then, the class bell rang.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang—"

The crisp ringing of the magic bell in the hall spread throughout every corridor in the castle, and two swaying figures walked in from the door stepping on the ringing of the bell.

Luna came in first. She was still looking around in a trance, as usual, as if she was surprised that there were so many students in the always deserted ancient magic text classroom.

Behind Luna was a panting female student, and her wizard robe showed that she was a Hufflepuff.

"Sorry, I, I—— I'm late again!"

The little witch's name is Hannah Abbott.

She bowed deeply at the door in panic, and then straightened up hurriedly, as if trying to find the professor as much as possible.

Seriously, Hannah's behavior has been so rough since the beginning of school. And she was even more serious than Neville in terms of the characteristic of forgetting everything.

It seems that she has been busy all her life getting lost, finding lost things and recalling people's names, and sometimes it really makes people feel powerless.

In front of Hannah, Luna blinked her big eyes. Her silver-gray eyes swayed as if they were out of focus, and she walked slowly past the desk.

Hannah hurriedly followed her up. It seemed that she never wanted to be left alone at the door of the classroom.

At this moment, Luna stopped suddenly, and the rash girl behind her almost bumped her head into the back.

"Well?"

Don't look at Luna's usual trance-like appearance, but in some respects, her senses are surprisingly sharp.

Her gaze was attracted by the square stool lying beside the podium.

Hannah quickly stopped her footsteps, and after seeing Luna looking back, she also subconsciously looked behind herself, and noticed the square stool for the first time.

"Oh."

Hannah blinked inexplicably, then walked over habitually, and stretched out her hand to the crooked square stool.

Hannah Abbott is a reckless girl who can't even take care of herself, but her heart is clearer and purer than many people.

Although she is always reckless, when others need help, this girl always tries to do what she can for others.

Maca and Hannah were in the same class, and both were sorted into Hufflepuff House. He knew very well in his heart that if it was this girl, she would definitely help up that square stool.

The only question is whether she can notice it.

The moment Hannah Abbott lifted up the square stool, behind the gently dancing curtain by the window, a vague figure gradually appeared, and in the surprised sight of almost everyone, It gradually became clear.

It felt as if he was being separated from the invisible wind by an invisible force. Although it was a bit abrupt, there was no sense of disharmony.

"Helping up a fallen square stool is an inconspicuous but outstanding quality that cannot be ignored—" Maca looked at the students in the classroom with a warm smile on his face, "Because Han Na Abbott's behavior, 5 points for Hufflepuff House."

"Wow! What is that? Is it the 'Xianyin Potion' invented by McLean?"

"It may also be an advanced spell—the Disillusionment Curse, I heard it mentioned by a seventh-grade senior..."

"Look, what are those pieces of paper on the ground? I didn't see—"

As Maca's voice faded, there was a subdued buzz in the classroom, and everyone couldn't help discussing how Maca appeared.

"Everyone be quiet!" Maca said, with a slight swing of the wand in his hand, the small piece of paper on the square stool fell back to a certain point on the ground, and his figure became blurred again.

Immediately afterwards, he shook his wand again, and the pieces of paper on the ground immediately swirled and flew back to his open left hand.

"In this first class, I will clearly tell you one thing - ancient magic literature has its unique charm and great value!"