Chapter 714: The Lost Little Badger

"I'm watching them all!"

Perhaps the reason why language is produced between creatures of the same species is that they are no longer satisfied with physical interaction, and are eager to get closer to their companions!

Therefore, the power of language is powerful. Sometimes, just a simple sentence can touch the most correct position in the heart without a trace, making people feel a warmth from the heart.

At that moment, Hermione involuntarily had a sore nose, and a warm arc slipped quietly across her cheeks—even though she didn't quite understand why she was suddenly so paranoid today. But what I want, maybe it really is such an ordinary care from Maca?

"I see, I'll take a good rest..." Under Maca's gaze, Hermione nodded lightly, letting the crystal drop on the side of her face silently fall to the ground.

Seeing this, Maca couldn't help but smile even wider.

"Well, then, 'Now go back and have a good rest—'" he said, but quickly spread his hands again, "as much as I would like to say it. Unfortunately, because you have violated the school rules, tonight Just stay in the library and clean up the dust for the precious books! After all, I am still a professor now!"

After finishing speaking, Maca turned around neatly, and walked straight back.

"Oh, that's right! Magic is forbidden... Don't be lazy, clean up well! Hmm...be careful, I'm watching!"

As Maca faded away, both Hermione and Luna came to the aisle. The two looked at his leaving back, then glanced at each other, and Hermione immediately took a small step back.

"Luna."

"Well?"

"I won't admit defeat."

"..."

After hearing Hermione's sudden announcement, Luna stared at her carefully for a while, but quickly looked away lightly. When Hermione couldn't wait for her to answer, she looked into her eyes again, only to find that her eyes had returned to the usual dazed feeling again.

"Oh."

This belated response made Hermione feel as if she had punched the empty space, feeling indescribably depressed.

"Hey, I'm serious!"

"Oh."

"Watch me answer! Also, don't use 'oh' to deal with it!"

"what."

Hermione, who stubbornly wanted to get a positive response from Luna, did not notice that Luna's lips were slightly pursed at this time. Maybe this is the real answer revealed by the change in her heart.

...

This night was somewhat long for Hermione and Luna. As mentioned before, since basically any book will be stuffed with at least one or two, the library's collection of books is very amazing.

Without the power of magic, one night or two would make no difference at all.

Of course, it is very common to be fined to clean the library. Let's not mention the matter between Hermione and Luna, because today is a relatively important day.

The International Alchemy Competition has had a lot of problems so far. From the discussion meeting at Beauxbatons in France to the official holding at Hogwarts recently, not to mention the chaos.

But fortunately, under the hard work of Maca and others, all the messy things failed to affect the progress of the specific event.

And today, the twelve contestants who just stood out from among the many contestants yesterday are finally about to enter the most important stage of this competition.

Probably because of the accidental but inevitable cooperation between Maca and Sarah yesterday, the group of "troublemakers who appeared to be very strong" who suddenly attacked were quickly cleared away. There are many spectators who came to watch the game today. They all seemed very at ease.

Coupled with the changes in the competition questions, the competition has indeed become much more interesting, and the guests naturally have further expectations.

Today's Hogwarts seems to be more lively than the previous two days.

early in the morning,

The sun had just risen slowly from the east, and the vestibule was already quite noisy. Maca sat on the staff seat in the auditorium, enjoying today's breakfast leisurely, and felt a little more relaxed.

The house elves in the kitchen worked very hard every day, and the food they cooked would definitely not be worse than what was sold in the temporary market outside. The little wizards ran out one after another when it was time to eat these few days, after all, it was because of the difference in mood.

"It's not bad to be so empty once in a while."

Picking up a piece of muffin and dipping it into the honey pot, Maca took two bites while looking at the surprisingly few people in the auditorium.

In the seat next to him, Muggle Studies Professor Caretti shook her head.

"I think it's better if there are more people," she said with a smile, "people should be more lively."

Upon hearing this, Maca shrugged indifferently, then stuck her head out and glanced at Hagrid on the other side of the table as if remembering something.

"Hagrid, how's the cocoon of those Flobber caterpillars in the tree? What's going on?"

"Ah... well, it's okay... the little ones are still alive..."

Hearing Maca suddenly mentioning this matter, Hagrid couldn't help but wink in this direction hesitantly.

In fact, because the group of Flobber caterpillars somehow climbed up the tree and chose the Whomping Willow, after a long time, Professor Sprout began to be unwilling to pay attention to Hagrid.

"Oh, that's good. I've never heard of cocooning Flobber caterpillars. You have to take care of them carefully!" Maca said with a smile, "Okay, okay, I won't talk, don't Stare at me again—"

Talking and laughing casually while eating breakfast, this kind of life is undoubtedly enjoyed by Maca. But after breakfast is settled, the busy day is about to start again.

Putting down the empty cup in his hand, he finally stood up and went to the small hall not far from the auditorium to replace Professor McGonagall who was accompanying the jury members. While chatting with Sarah's father in a low voice, a group of people took a step ahead of the players and went to the arena in the vestibule.

Halfway through the walk, Mr. Hohenheim suddenly stopped chatting with Maca about the competition, and his expression became slightly serious.

"Mr. McLean, last night...Sarah and you..."

Some things are not suitable to be discussed in such a crowded place, especially today there are so many wizards in the vestibule, it is really not a good place to talk about such intimate topics.

But this matter is too important to the Hohenheim family. As Sarah's "family" and the current head of the Hohenheim family, he is very eager to know something.

Because it is inconvenient for him, the chief judge of the competition, to have private contact with anyone, he has been holding back for the whole night, and he really can't hold back.

Maca looked at the burly man walking beside him, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless—this was the most unlike the patriarch of the family he had ever seen.

"Well, I had a good chat with Sarah," he replied as naturally as possible while lamenting that the head of the family was impatient, "Don't worry, Mr. Hohenheim. Sarah is my student now, and students who meet When it comes to difficulties, although I am not mature as a professor, I will still do my best to help her."

"Oh, is that so..." He was somewhat relieved to hear Maca say the answer he wanted so obliquely, "Well, then my daughter will trouble you, Professor McLean."

It wasn't Maca's promise to help that Mr. Hohenheim wanted to hear. As an alchemy researcher more than a patriarch, he is naturally very clear about how difficult Sarah's problem is. Therefore, all he wants is that Maca will not leak this matter.

After all, Sarah was Sarah, and he was him. Sarah would think that Maca might help her solve the problem, but Hohenheim didn't necessarily think so—even he thought that Maca's magical power was indeed amazing.

When the conversation between the two of them ended with other meanings, and they were about to speed up their pace to go to the staff passage of the arena, a familiar shout from behind him made Maca slow down his pace again. .

"...Professor McLean... wait, Professor McLean!"

"It seems that some students are calling me." Maca glanced back, and found that there was only a crowd of people behind, so she turned her head and said, "Mr. Hohenheim, you go to the conference room and sit down first! I will come in a while—"

"Ah, yes."

After watching the members of the jury continue to move forward, Maca turned around and walked back. After walking a few steps among the crowd, he finally saw a small figure coming in a hurry .

"Professor McLean, I have something to report to you—"

It was a first-year wizard who just entered school this year. If Maca remembered correctly, he should be a student of Hufflepuff College.

"Tauon didn't go back to his dormitory last night, and we didn't see him all morning. We searched for him twice in the school, but we couldn't find him."

"Ens Tawon?" Maca thought for a while, "Why did you come to me? Have you talked to the principal?"

Seeing Maca asking this question, the little guy nodded quickly.

"Well," he said, "Professor McGonagall asked me to tell you. Several other professors have gone to the castle to look for it. She wants to inform you as well to see if you have any clues."

"Ens..."

Maca stood there thinking for a while, and then realized that the first grader who came to inform him was still standing in front of him!

"Thank you for sending the message, I see, you go back first—"

Maca is now the legend of Hufflepuff College, just getting a "thank you" from him is enough for the little guy to be excited. After watching the other party leave in three steps and one turn, Maca continued to frown and think.

"What's the matter..." He murmured secretly, "Did I go somewhere on a whim to make trouble? Or did something troublesome happen somewhere I don't know?"

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