Chapter 648 Welcome

In the evening, Maca was still in his office doing the final check on the content of the new semester’s lesson preparation. When the sunset slowly cast towards the right side of the desk through the gap of the curtains, he finally gently opened the notebook that was spread out in front of him. closed.

"...The time is almost up. Go and confirm the last few links of the competition with Professor McGonagall, and then you can go to the back door to prepare for the new students."

After stretching casually, Maca stood up, and was about to go around the desk and walk towards the door, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of a black shadow flashing past the window.

"What... a carriage?"

He stopped immediately, then took two steps back and opened the curtains further.

It turns out that he was not mistaken. From him, one can see that there is a black carriage pulled by two flying horses gliding towards the castle. With the "pinch of soil" family crest on the carriage, Maca can tell the visitor at a glance. His identity was identified.

"It turns out that the genius girl from the Hohenheim family has arrived." He put down the curtains, turned around and walked to the corridor outside the door, "Since it's that little girl, let me go!"

While thinking about it, Maca walked up the stairs to the hall. But when he went out from the main entrance of the castle to the lawn of the vestibule, he found that the carriage did not come directly in, but landed on the ground outside the gate of the school in an orderly manner.

"Miss Hohenheim, why are you so polite? Didn't I say it last time? We usually let guests park their carriages on the front lawn when we come to Hogwarts on weekdays..." He rushed to the gate, He waved his hand to remove the defensive spell on the door, and then opened the door to welcome him out, "Oh, isn't this Mr. David? Last time Beauxbatons said goodbye, we haven't seen each other for a while!"

That's right, the one sitting on the driver's seat and directing the Pegasus to go on the road today is still the same Mr. Ghost who followed Fatty back then.

"Haha, yes—" Ghost David stood by the side of the carriage, nodded at Maca, and said with a cheerful smile, "Mr. McLean, from today onwards, our young lady will ask you to take care of her." It is a blessing for our Hohenheim family that she can learn magic under the guidance of your famous wizard!"

"Where can we talk about taking care of her!" Maca waved her hand. "It goes without saying that Miss Hohenheim is smart, and she has extraordinary knowledge in alchemy. After all, this must be a blessing for me and the whole Hogwarts!"

Both parties are very skilled in this kind of mutual flattering social rhetoric. You lift me up and I lift you up once, but this living person-ghost does not change his expression and heartbeat, and his skin is so thick that he has gone to his hometown.

And when the two were talking happily,

The carriage door was gently pushed open from the inside, followed by a cute little girl who went down to the side of the carriageway.

"Professor McLean, Sarah greets you..." She leaned her upper body slightly, and said with full demeanor, "Sarah was very rude when we met in the past few times, and I ask the professor to forgive Sarah's mistakes. From today From the beginning, Sarah will study at Hogwarts, and Sarah will definitely study hard with the professor."

As she said, today this little girl is indeed much more honest than the previous few times, and Maka didn't know what kind of ghostly idea she was thinking about for a while.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, what do you say about forgiveness or not—" Maca smiled, "Come on, come in! After a while, the other freshmen will arrive, and then you will prepare to participate in Hogg Woz's sorting ceremony, and then we can have a good dinner!"

"Ah, no... no, Mr. McLean." The ghost David quickly refused, "I have to go back immediately, the owner will ask me to do something else tomorrow morning! I'm sorry, sorry..."

"This... really don't want to stay and sit for a while?"

Maca is of course being polite. He is a ghost, floating around all day long, even in the carriage. How can he "sit for a while"? What's more, even if David stayed to attend the welcome dinner, he could only watch others eat and drink, but he couldn't even smell the smell himself, so it wouldn't feel so bad!

After watching David "drive" the carriage back to the sky and gradually go away, Maca brought today's exceptionally reserved and polite Miss Hohenheim back to the main gate of the castle. Behind the two of them, a beautifully decorated small suitcase floated smoothly under Maca's control, moving forward with them little by little.

Although the suitcase has not been cast with the traceless stretching spell, it has undergone alchemy transformation, unlike Alexander's one, which has the same volume and capacity on the outside and inside.

"Miss Hohenheim, before your classmates arrive, you should take a rest in the side hall next to the auditorium! Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something..." Maca asked as he walked, "There is no There are snacks and desserts for sale, and it is our Hogwarts practice to sit in the car and share with classmates. If you have a chance in the future, I suggest you try to take a ride... When you arrive, this is the small hall over here .”

"Thank you...but no need, Professor McLean." Sarah followed him and turned into the side hall. "If you have something else to do, you can leave first—Sara can just wait here by herself."

"How can this work!" Maca sat down on the chair first, and then said, "Oh, don't get me wrong, in fact, I didn't stay here because of you, and it's the same for other freshmen. You think, As a professor, how could I leave a freshly enrolled student here alone?"

After that, Maca sat with her in this side hall for a while. Although the two of them didn't stop talking from the beginning to the end, what they said was pure nonsense. Whenever Maca wanted to ask her thoughts and opinions on something, no matter how trivial it was, she would slyly avoid it.

But as we talked, Maca gradually tasted some flavors——Sara's attitude of "seemingly close but not far away" when facing him now is not the same as when he faced him back then. The way you feel about Dumbledore?

This is a state of wanting to get something from the other party while clearly knowing that the other party is strong and treating it with caution. So much so that when dealing with the sense of distance between the two parties, there will always be a little embarrassment, because she is not sure whether such a distance is enough to keep her own secrets.

"Oh, I think it's time for me to go to the back to meet your classmates," although Maka would have to wait for a while, but since Maca realized the reason why she deliberately maintained a sense of distance, she naturally stopped embarrassing her, " Just wait a little longer, you will see them soon..."

After leaving the side hall, Maca couldn't help but chuckle slightly.

When I met Dumbledore at the beginning of the year, the specific situation was actually similar to that just now. He was focused on maintaining his defenses, and even deliberately let go of his thoughts. Now that I think about it, Dumbledore must have seen it at that time. It's no wonder that Dumbledore would bluntly mention his magic runaway afterwards, and indirectly let himself put aside some unnecessary vigilance.

While recalling the ignorance of those years, Maca went straight along the corridor to the back door, and then leaned against the wall and waited for Hagrid to bring the little wizards from the lake to the castle.

After a while, the sky outside was completely dark. When he heard the sound of chaotic and dense footsteps mixed with the hum of soft conversation coming from outside the door, he knew that today's batch of freshmen had finally arrived.

"Bang bang bang—"

Hagrid's fist was as solid and powerful as ever, even though the back door was not much thinner than the front door at all, but he could still knock on the thick door with a bang.

Maca waved his hand, opened the door, and then walked two steps forward, reaching the steps outside the door.

"Professor McLean, freshman."

In order to maintain the majesty of the professor in front of the students, Hagrid rarely called Maca by his surname and title. Somehow, popping out of his mouth always made Maca feel a little out of place.

"Okay, Professor Hagrid." Maca nodded and said, "Leave it to me—everyone follow me, follow, and be careful not to fall behind!"

When these little guys saw Maca, most of them secretly looked left and right in surprise. In fact, except for a small number of Muggle-born students who were contacted by Maca, those who had never seen him were hesitant.

There is no way, Maca's face is really too "tender". Now he is well-known in the magic world, so he has saved a lot of such troubles, but these freshmen may not be clear about it.

Of course, freshmen are freshmen after all, and they are still in awe of this magnificent and mysterious Hogwarts Castle. Even though they were somewhat suspicious of this surprisingly young professor, it was still more honest to follow behind.

After Maka led them through the long corridor and brought them to the small hall where Sarah was, he waved to Sarah who was coming this way.

"She's a newcomer this year, just like you, so let's get along!" he said, "and... yes, welcome to Hogwarts! Maybe some of you have already heard about it—before you enjoy the delicious Before the dinner, I will help you find the college you want to enter. This is the practice of Hogwarts, and it is also the rule of Hogwarts."

"You will go to class, do homework, eat, and sleep with your classmates in the same house. If the school is a big family, then the house is the families in this family. There are four major houses in Hogwarts. They are ..."

Maca stood in front of the hall and calmly talked about the branch, and sent a little warning to these little wizards along the way.

Among the crowd, Alexander and Ensi, the two children who had the most contact with Maca, also raised their heads together. Although they looked at Maca with different eyes, they all had similar longing and longing.