Chapter 341: It Begins With Great Selfishness

( ) That's right, when Umbridge was still a student in Slytherin House, she never had the idea of ​​taking ancient runes as an elective.

Now that things are up to now, even if she tutors the knowledge of magic literature overnight, I'm afraid it won't be of much help.

That's why she stood up to criticize Maca before he gave a lecture; therefore, when she heard that Maca wanted to change to "an example with a more ancient magic literature flavor", she couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

However, when Maca tapped the blackboard with his backhand, and a large character appeared on it, Umbridge secretly let out a sigh of relief.

She even felt a little angry: Is this nasty brat looking down on me completely?

Appearing on the blackboard is the character "i" in ancient runes known as "the foundation of the foundation".

This character with only two-syllable pronunciation is not only concise and clear in writing, but also known as "the only basic character in the rune characters that has only a single interpretation meaning".

Not to mention wizards who haven't taken ancient magic literature, even those children who haven't reached the school age and only read fairy tales in the magic world at home probably know them.

The little wizards in the classroom were all a little anxious for Maca.

"What that guy is doing, he can't be unaware! Using the character 'i' to test that woman on this occasion, what is he thinking!"

Hermione, who was sitting in the middle of the classroom, kept winking, trying to get Maca's attention.

But it's a pity that although Hermione managed to let Maca catch a glimpse of her expression, she didn't seem to realize the deep meaning behind her anxiety at all, and smiled at her leisurely.

"Still laughing! Why are you laughing! Go as you please, hum!" Hermione turned her head angrily.

"I see..." The smile on Umbridge's face gathered again, "I've heard that this brat is a Mudblood a long time ago...Since he is a Mudblood, he will naturally not know about the 'real' life of a wizard yes, isn't it?"

Umbridge, who thought he had figured this out, flicked the curly hair on his forehead. Probably because I felt that I had finally discovered Maca's weakness, so I couldn't help it for a while...

She, who had been carefully maintaining her iron mask, inadvertently revealed a trace of contempt in that sweet smile.

If Umbridge is a person,

All the way up in the Ministry of Magic, relying on her hypocritical mask and vicious methods. Although she is despised as a whole, she still has abilities.

But today, under Maca's continuous beating, her true emotions have inadvertently leaked out.

"So fast?" Maca was naturally paying attention to Umbridge's face all the time, but at this moment he also shook his head secretly, "I thought her mask could last a little longer..."

Maca was thinking about it, but Umbridge couldn't bear to speak anymore.

"Of course I know this...why, what's wrong with this rune character?"

Regarding Maca's question, Umbridge asked back cunningly, as if trying to lure Maca into the bait by pretending to evade.

"Can you read 'it'?" Maca was quite cooperative. "Of course, by the way... If Senior Inquisitor Umbridge can explain what it represents, I think that would be great!"

When Umbridge heard it, the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.

"Hmm..." She pretended to pause, and then said in her girlish voice, "It's pronounced 'isa', which stands for 'ice', and it has one and only one representative meaning... I don't know , am I right?"

"Yes, very correct!" Maca suddenly smiled, and even applauded incidentally, "If you want to be a student at Hogwarts, I can't help but add 5 points to your house La!"

Umbridge suddenly changed his face, and a chill rose behind his back. However, even though her mind was thinking like lightning, she still couldn't figure out what the problem was.

Just when she was in a daze, Maca didn't look at her again, but looked around at the little wizards sitting in the classroom.

"Whether it's the elective students of my ancient magic text class, or the other students who came to observe for interest, they must all know this character?"

In Maka's gentle questioning voice, the little wizards all nodded subconsciously, and you responded one by one.

"So...remember what I said before?" Maca smiled and said, "It's hard to say whether something like 'magic knowledge' is deep or shallow!"

"For example, this character, in the wizarding world, everyone is much more familiar with 'it' than powerful wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort, even fairy tale books have traces of 'it'... I Are you right?"

"That's right!"

Probably guessing that Maca still had a backup, all the students felt relieved and echoed in unison.

"But such a character that even children who haven't reached the school age knows, as long as the understanding is deep enough, thorough enough, delicate enough, and sincere enough, it will become your most powerful weapon!"

Speaking of this, Maca showed a sincere and sincere expression on his face, and he said very seriously:

"Today, I would like to take this opportunity to teach you a truth: as long as you sincerely explore the mysteries of magic, even if you only study such a basic character, it may make you proud for a lifetime!"

Before he finished speaking, he swung his wand violently, and the character on the blackboard was flipped and floated out. The biting chill made everyone except Maca shiver.

In the next second, an icy blue beam of light burst out from the front of the characters, and without a sound, it left a large hole full of ice slag on the wall facing the outside of the castle.

If you were standing outside the castle at this time, you would undoubtedly see a straight beam of light breaking through the wall of the castle, leaving a long-lasting trace in the minds of the witnesses.

"By the way, I also want to tell Senior Investigator Umbridge a truth..."

With a slight shake of Maca's wand, the flipping characters floated to Umbridge's eyes lightly and quickly. It was obvious that the icy air was still exuding from above, but beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.

"... Regarding magic education, perhaps there should be a 'limit'! But unfortunately, as far as my level is concerned, I still don't understand where the 'limit' is."

"If you know, please be sure to tell me, lest I spend so much energy and time on research."

After finishing these few words, Maca erased the characters, and then ignored Umbridge who was standing there blankly.

He casually threw a restoration spell on the wall of the castle, and after restoring the damaged wall, he started today's formal lecture under the watchful eyes of all the sparkling eyes.

In fact, after witnessing the wonderful performance in today's class, many students have developed a strong interest in magic.

As Maca wants to express, the real magic in this world is actually a fairly balanced thing, and there is no so-called high or low in essence.

It's a pity that "magic" has no difficulty distinction, but "spell" does.

In order to allow more people to learn magic, the ancestors of wizards simplified it, but this behavior made the essence of magic more and more incomplete.

To be honest, Maca is not sure if what he did today was right or wrong.

But just as Muggles pursue science and use science to bring progress to the world; he would rather believe that real magic will also bring immeasurable leaps to the world.

This class ended with the eagerness of the students.

Maca picked up the textbook on the desk, nodded to the little wizards in the classroom, and then walked quickly to the door. As for Umbridge, she had left midway through her lesson with a blank clipboard without a single word in it.

No one noticed her leaving, let alone whether she would leave, because that was no longer important.

...

On the other side, Dumbledore stood at the highest point in Hogwarts - the top of the Astronomy Tower, looking at the distant sky, without too many fluctuations in his heart.

Of course he saw Maca's commotion, and even smiled slightly.

During this time, Dumbledore has not been out. No matter what happened in the outside world, he always looked calm and calm.

Even Moody's disappearance and Kingsley's accident did not move him.

When he has nothing to do, hang out in the school, enjoy the flowers, weed the weeds, go to the lake behind the castle to visit the murlocs and the big octopus, or read his favorite book "The Tales of Beedle the Poet".

These trivial and leisurely things are what he loves to do recently.

If you want to say when Dumbledore started to "enjoy life" all the time, it is undoubtedly the time when he and Voldemort officially met.

"Thanks to that Maca boy, I finally get it—but Tom, do you get it?"

He had said so.

"...Sometimes, people... you should be more selfish..."

He also said so.

No matter which sentence, it is confusing. What happened to Dumbledore, I'm afraid only he himself knows.

Just as Dumbledore was staring at the blue sky wall, a figure suddenly came up the stairs behind him, walked up to him and stood still.

"What on earth are you doing that for?" The man frowned behind Dumbledore's back, and there was still an unconcealable irritability in his voice.

But the old man in front of him didn't answer his question directly.

"The child Maca is really growing up." Dumbledore said with a smile, "He is stronger than me."

"So what?" the man said impatiently.

Dumbledore shook his head, then sighed.

"I should thank him personally," he said, "without him, I probably wouldn't be 'selfish' in my life, right?"