Chapter 339 The Undercurrent Caused by Return

( ) Maca spent the last few hours of the night at Black's old house.

In order to organize the information he got and convey it to the extremely worried members of the Order of the Phoenix, he spent so much time talking that he just took a nap in the reception room.

But even so, he still had to rush to Hogwarts early in the morning, because the Rune class had been left behind for several days.

In the early morning of the next day, when the sky had just revealed a ray of light, Maca had already arrived at Hogwarts Castle.

"How's school going?"

Sitting in Snape's office, Maca asked casually while yawning.

"You want to ask that woman Umbridge?" Snape sullenly threw the book in his hand on the table, "She got a position as a 'Senior Investigator' from the Ministry of Magic, it's fine Just hanging around in other professors' classes is so annoying!"

"What has she been investigating?" Maca asked with great interest.

"See for yourself!"

Snape picked up a copy of "The Daily Prophet" from the bookshelf behind him, and threw it impatiently at Maca's hand. Maca took it without turning the page, and soon saw the picture of Umbridge on the first page.

"The Ministry of Magic seeks education reform and appoints Dolores Umbridge as its first 'Senior Inquisitor'."

After roughly reading the title, Maca roughly scanned the content again. It was discovered that the targeted points were mainly placed on several problematic professors at Hogwarts.

For example, Quirrell was possessed by "the man whose name cannot be mentioned", Moody disappeared inexplicably, Hagrid is actually a giant half-blood, and so on.

By the way, Maca, an "excellent teacher", asked for leave abruptly, which was also used as one of the reasons.

So Umbridge's position of "Senior Inquisitor" settled in Hogwarts.

In name, she is supervising the teaching situation at Hogwarts on behalf of the parents, the school board and the Ministry of Magic, and conducting a complete and systematic survey of the teaching staff.

But other than that, the deep meaning of this position is also clear to a discerning eye.

"You'd better pay attention to it too, I think she will definitely take care of your ancient magic text class.

"Snape curled his lips and reminded him.

When Maca heard that, she shrugged indifferently.

"Of course she will 'focus on' me. Who let me get in her way?" Maca said, "But before that, she should pray that she can understand my class before she can say it!"

The fact is indeed the case, the ancient magic text course has always been a relatively unpopular elective course. The content about ancient runes is not only complicated, but most of them are highly professional.

For those non-professional wizards, if they only pick a class to attend in the middle of the class, it would be strange not to be confused.

"That's right." Snape nodded, and said with a sneer, "I remember that woman's grades were not very good when she graduated. I hope she has taken runes!"

"So what?" Maca asked curiously.

"It's more interesting to half understand, isn't it?" Snape still sneered, with an expression of watching the show on his face.

...

At the same time, the Gryffindor common room.

The rising sun has jumped out of the eastern mountain, exuding dazzling brilliance, illuminating the entire lounge.

The slightly outdated sofa chairs are bathed in sunlight, exuding a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

The little wizard who got up early had already gone to the auditorium for dinner, and the one who was used to getting up early was probably still struggling in the bed at this moment, trying to free himself from the temptation of sleepiness.

There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory. After a while, Harry and Ron came to the lounge one after the other.

"It's terrible! It's all that old woman, and she goes to find fault with other professors when she has nothing to do, which makes the professors feel bad..." Ron complained, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Yeah! These days I feel like I can't finish my homework!" Harry also sighed.

"You said, how long do we have to endure before we can be liberated?"

"Who knows? At least until Maca comes back... anyway, that's what Hermione said."

After all, the two looked at each other, and then threw their bodies heavily onto the sofa chair at the same time, causing the sofa chair under their buttocks to creak.

In the past few days, according to Hermione's suggestion, they kept everything low-key. No matter how mean Umbridge was, they kept their heads down and suppressed their annoyance.

If Umbridge went too far every now and then, Hermione would step up and give her a nasty stab at her.

In this way, Umbridge really had no place to vent his anger, but the little lions were also uncomfortable. This can only be regarded as a combat method that hurts the enemy a thousand and hurts himself eight hundred.

It is indeed a bit difficult for this group of little lions who are used to going forward to endure.

Just as Harry and Ron collapsed weakly on their chairs, mourning for their lives, a person suddenly ran in outside the common room.

"Oh! Why are you two sitting there in a daze? Let me tell you good news, Maca is back!"

It was Hermione who came, and she stood at the doorway, her face flushed with excitement.

"Huh? What?" "Did you see him?"

Harry and Ron suddenly jumped up from the sofa chairs, asking with bright eyes.

"Ah, no, I haven't seen him yet—" Hermione shook her head, but said with certainty, "but he must have returned! I just saw Filch posted a notice on the bulletin board, Today's ancient magic text class is no longer self-study!"

"That's great, even though I didn't take the Rune class..." Harry said, hesitating for a while, "But... do I need to post a notice?"

"This shows that the school attaches great importance to Maca!" Hermione said naturally, "Notices will be posted on major events!"

"You're right, Hermione," Ron nodded. "Have you had breakfast? If not, let's go together. Maca might be there too!"

The three of them said a few words, and then ran to the auditorium excitedly. To be honest, although Maca had only been away for a few days, the tortured ones had already become unbearable.

Under Umbridge's tossing, they have been looking forward to Maca's return as soon as possible.

But once in the corridor next to the side door of the auditorium, Hermione's pace slowed down. Because the first thing she saw was not the Maca she had been thinking about, but Luna who was standing quietly at the door of the side corridor.

"what!"

Harry and Ron saw it too, especially Ron. After he glanced back at Hermione, he hesitated and stopped moving forward.

Although he was no longer obsessed with Hermione, but when he saw Hermione standing still, he felt a little uncomfortable.

He, Ron, chose to give up, because he saw himself clearly and took the initiative to tear up his obsession; while Hermione chose to persevere, even though he knew that the hope was slim, he still encouraged himself to move forward.

Ron sincerely admired Hermione's courage, which was a kind of courage that he might never be able to match in his life. It is precisely because he has not grasped it firmly that he is more envious and yearning for it.

At the same time, I also hope that Hermione will not be let down by her own efforts.

As for Harry, he has always been slow-witted when it comes to feelings, and he seems to have never understood the inner struggle of these two close friends.

Taking a few steps forward slowly, Hermione stood in front of Luna and blinked slightly.

"Good morning, Hermione." Luna took the initiative to say hello in a daze.

Hermione was taken aback, then nodded slightly.

"Good morning," she said. "Are you... are you waiting for Maca?"

"Huh?" Luna tilted her head in doubt, "Maka? Is he back?"

Hermione's heart suddenly felt unwilling - she knew it right away, but the girl in front of her, who was supposed to be closer to him and received more care from him, was still ignorant.

"Yeah! He's back..." Hermione took a deep breath and nodded numbly.

Before the words fell, a sweet smile appeared on Luna's face, and even the trance in her eyes seemed to dissipate a little.

"Really?" she nodded at Hermione. "Thanks."

So, isn't he in the auditorium?

"You're welcome." Hermione shook her head slightly, "Since you're not waiting for Maca, what are you doing standing here?"

"I don't know too well... I just think, I should wait here this morning... something good will happen." Luna thought for a while, "The weather is good today, isn't it?"

"Probably..." Hermione pursed her lips, "At least it doesn't look like it's going to rain."

After finishing speaking, he passed by Luna's side and walked into the auditorium step by step.

Ron, who was following Hermione, nodded to Luna, then tugged Harry, who looked puzzled, and followed Hermione's footsteps into it.

Luna turned her head and looked at the backs of the three people, her long pale golden hair swaying gently in the breeze passing through the hall.

"……very nice."

She stroked her blown hair and whispered to herself.

At this time, in the auditorium, the atmosphere on the faculty bench was somewhat polarized.

Professor McGonagall seemed to be in a good mood. While enjoying a refreshing breakfast, she chatted softly with Professor Sprout beside her.

On the other side of the long table, although Umbridge also had a sweet smile on his face, but that smile was stiff no matter how you looked at it.

For Maca's return, Hogwarts is generally happy, but for our Professor Umbridge, it is simply terrible.

Oh! Well, she should be called "Senior Umbridge Inquisitor" now.

At this moment, the boredom index in Umbridge's heart has broken through the sky. Although she took advantage of Maca's absence and seized the time to get a name, at least in name she was not afraid of Maca.

But even so, in today's ancient rune class, she still didn't understand what attitude she should use to listen in.

To be honest, she has been thinking about this matter since the day she received the job of the investigator, but she just couldn't make up her mind for so long, and she was so troubled by it!