Chapter 678 Unsteady Friendship

In this world, there are many frightening and unpleasant things.

Let's say you're squatting in your bathroom one day and you happen to be constipated. Just when you were about to try to squeeze again, or just give up if it doesn’t work...a stranger suddenly opened the door of the bathroom, and told you calmly that he had a very good time today.

At this moment, you may hesitate. Because you don't know, should you ask him why he broke into your house first, or should you yell at him first to relieve the hatred of constipation.

But fortunately, because you are already constipated today, you can probably get a perfect score for your expression... I mean, if there are such damn exam questions.

But now, this group of Mesopotamian wizards all had a look of constipation on their faces.

"Ok?"

Maca, who just appeared out of thin air in the "encirclement" of these wizards, first looked down at the runes that were slowly disappearing, and then raised his head to greet them.

"Presumably you are the joint delegation from Mesopotamia, right?" His face was somewhat apologetic, "I'm sorry, but our school should have informed you in advance... our Hogwarts castle The space has been reinforced by the four founders of the year, and space movement is not feasible..."

Maca didn't really feel sorry for this, it's just that these wizards will be guests after all, and it's never wrong to treat people politely.

"Oh, so it's like this...it's okay, it's okay, in fact, our side is too abrupt..."

The old wizard Baisa can be regarded as an old man, and he immediately reacted when he saw Maca giving the steps.

If the formed formation hit the reinforced space, he didn't know what would happen. But since the young wizard in front of him came over on his own initiative, it goes without saying that there are obviously some signs at Hogwarts.

Maca could not help showing a friendly smile when he heard the old wizard rapidly descending the donkey. Immediately afterwards, he did not intend to continue this topic, but turned his attention to the surrounding stone pillars.

"...Is this... a kind of forming formation?" He looked at it with great interest, regardless of the other male and female wizards staring at him, "A forming formation that can move in space, this It's really unheard of... As expected of Mesopotamia, the alchemical heritage is really amazing."

"I'm ashamed... Speaking of which, we're just retracing the footprints left by our ancestors..." Old Baisa said kindly, and with a light wave of his right hand, he signaled the juniors around him to step back first, "But sir, you , Was it the port key just now? But... as far as I know, the port key can only be used after positioning and casting a spell, right?"

Because of Macana's unexpected arrival, it was really hard for old Baisa to be underestimated. Therefore, even if he didn't recognize Maca's appearance, even if Maca's appearance looked extraordinarily young, he had to secretly remind himself that he should pay more attention to his wording.

"I just reversed the coordinates, you should understand..." Maca withdrew his gaze from the stone pillar, and then pointed to the formation, "Ah, that's right! I haven't introduced myself yet—my name is Maca McLean, the professor of ancient magic literature at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, nice to meet you!"

Even though Old Baisa didn't know much about Maca's appearance, he obviously had heard of Maca's name to some extent.

"You are Mr. McLean?" His face showed a bit of surprise at the right time, but he secretly said in his heart, "I need to trouble you to make another trip, really... hello, um... ours The names on the side are often relatively long, you may not be used to it, just call me Bosa."

Maca couldn't help sighing secretly when he heard the words: Old Mr. Baisa, I'm afraid you haven't seen the wizards from the group of African tribes just now. His name is tall and long.

At least in your area, there are only first names and no surnames, and the length is nothing more than the concatenation of the names of the elders and ancestors.

You know, the wizards from those tribes have inherited their names, surnames and professional titles from generation to generation, but this is not enough, and they have to add some inexplicable words to show their respect for nature.

"Okay, then..." He put aside the muttering in his heart, and looked left and right again, "Mr. Baisa, the International Federation of Wizards should have sent someone here, right? Is he here?"

As Maca asked, Old Baisa immediately turned his head to look at it, and then pointed it out for him.

...

Maca ran to pick up people temporarily, while Professor McGonagall personally received Hogwarts. This International Alchemy Competition is very important to the school, and most of the guests from all over the world are not light, so she naturally attaches great importance to it.

And because many outsiders came to the school these two days, the little wizards suddenly had a lot of topics to talk about. Even if they have nothing to do with the competition at that time, being a good audience is enough, but everyone can't help being infected by the atmosphere, and there are many students discussing the content of the competition.

However, there are people who are keen on gossip, and there are also people who don't care at all.

Just like Hermione and the four of them, because they were struggling with the Horcrux matter, they didn't feel much about this alchemy competition. And like Hufflepuff's Erns Taon, who has been trying to translate the ancient text on the parchment every day these days, of course, he has no time to take care of it.

Well, among those who don't care, maybe Draco Malfoy should be added. However, his matter should be put aside for the time being... If you want to say that the most noteworthy thing today is Alexander, a classmate from Gryffindor.

As Enns' only "one who can be called a friend", Alexander has recently been quite puzzled by his cheap friend.

Alexander still remembered that Ensi's attitude towards learning spells was even more extreme than his. It can be said that he practiced almost every day. But recently, he found that the opponent's practice times were significantly less.

Relying on his own hard work these days, coupled with a moderate amount of lucky chocolate, he has made great progress. But what about Ernes? Occasionally, he saw the other party practicing spells, and he could tell at a glance that Ensi's spells seemed to have a tendency to stand still.

He was such an extreme utilitarian at the time, but now he has made no significant progress. Could it be that Ernes gave up?

No, at least in Alexander's opinion, that was certainly not the case.

So, naturally, Alexander went to the library to have a look - he wanted to know, what had changed Erns to put down his wand and take a book and a quill instead?

"Ens, are you planning to learn ancient magic literature from Professor McLean in the future?" Alexander asked in a low voice, looking at Ens sitting at the reading table.

He had to keep his voice down, or Mrs. Pince, the librarian, was not a vegetarian.

"Huh?" Ensi raised his head and glanced at Alexander, and then said vaguely, "I guess..."

Out of caution, he didn't bring out the parchment from the Hufflepuff Chamber, but was going to try to teach himself the course. Since the famous Maca is the professor of this course, there is no reason not to give it a try, isn't it?

"Oh, that's really good. In fact, I also want to take this course in the third grade!" Alexander first agreed, and then hesitated, "But... what about Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts? Don't you Are you going to practice well?"

Ensi has been flipping through the magic word dictionary and jotting down a few notes on the paper from time to time, which shows his seriousness. It's obviously annoying when someone insists on talking to you at a time like this.

"Of course I want to practice..." He raised his eyes again, and said impatiently, "Didn't you see it before?"

"But--"

"But what?" Ens finally couldn't help interrupting Alexander's words, and said coldly, "You have made great progress recently. I heard that you even made a splash in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class... But, do you think so? Are you qualified to preach in front of me?"

"I didn't 'preach'," said Alexander, feeling a little stuffy in his chest when he was hit by Ens, but he had a good temper, so he quickly suppressed the annoyance in his heart, "Ens, I It's just a little strange that you cut down on practice. You know, haven't we been practicing together before?"

Ke Ensi obviously wasn't in the mood for a serious conversation. Seeing that Alexander was still in a good mood, he just waved his hands like chasing flies away.

"If you want to practice sparring, you can talk about it in a few days... I will let you understand that your little improvement now is nothing to me!" He still said impatiently, "But now—— hurry up ! Don't you see I'm busy?"

After that, he lowered his head again, looked at the dictionary and compared his notes back and forth. As for Alexander gradually frowning, he didn't even bother to look at it anymore.

Alexander has a good temper, but he is not the kind of good-natured person who would voluntarily hand over the right cheek to others after being slapped on the left cheek. Now that Ens said such exaggerated words, he undoubtedly didn't want to use his hot face to stick to other people's cold asses anymore.

"All right!" He curled his lips and said, "I'll just wait for you to teach me... But if you can't teach me, then don't blame me for teaching you!"

After saying this, Alexander turned around and went straight to the door of the library without waiting for Ensi to speak again.

"Hmph, are you really going to heaven after being praised?" Ensi thought for a while, but rubbed the space between his brows again, "Hey, why am I angry with him? Could it be because I haven't slept a little recently and my temper It stinks more?"

He is at least conscious, knowing that he has always had a bad temper. But knowing Gui knows, making him regret it is harder than going to heaven.

"……who cares!"