There are many things in this world that are both frightening and unpleasant.

For example, one day you squatted in the toilet in your own bathroom and happened to be constipated. Just when you are going to try to squeeze again, just give up ... If a stranger suddenly opens the door of the bathroom, calmly tells you that he pulled very smoothly today.

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

Fortunately, because you are constipated today, you can probably get a perfect score on your expression ... I mean, if there really is such a **** test question.

Now, the faces of the sorcerers of Mesopotamia are all constipated.

"Ok?"

Maca, who had just appeared out of thin air in the "encirclement" of these wizards, first looked down at the slowly disappearing runes, and then raised her head to say hello to them.

"Presumably everyone is the joint delegation of Mesopotamia, isn't it?" He had some apologies on his face, "Sorry, our school should inform you in advance ... Ours around Hogwarts Castle Space was once reinforced by the four founders of the year. Space movement was not feasible ... "

Maca, of course, is not really sorry, but these wizards will be guests after all, and it is never wrong to be polite.

"Oh, this is the case ... it doesn't matter, it's okay, in fact, we are too outrageous ..."

The old wizard of Bethsa was also considered a mature man, and when Maca gave the steps, he immediately responded.

To say that the forged array hit the reinforced space, he didn't know what would happen. But now that the young wizard had come on his own initiative, needless to say, there were obviously some signs on Hogwarts' side.

As Maca listened to the old wizard quickly descending the donkey, she could not help but smile. Immediately after, he did not intend to continue the topic, but instead turned his attention to the surrounding stone pillars.

"... Is this ... a kind of refining array?" He looked with interest, regardless of the other male and female wizards staring at him with a constant glance. "The refining array that can move space, this It's unheard of ... it's indeed Mesopotamia, and this alchemy is truly amazing. "

"Ashamed ... Speaking of it, we are just tracing the footprints left by our ancestors ..." Lao Boza said kindly, and waved his right hand gently, motioning to the younger people around to step back, "Mr. You "Is it the door key just now? But ... as far as I know, the door key needs to be used after being positioned and casted, right?"

Because of the unexpected arrival of Macana, it was difficult for Lao Bo to scoff. Therefore, even if he didn't recognize Maca's appearance, even though Maca's appearance was extremely young, he had to secretly remind himself to pay more attention to the wording.

"I just pushed back the coordinates, you should understand ..." Maca retracted her gaze from the stone pillar, then pointed to the refining array, "Ah, yes! I haven't introduced myself yet-my name is Maca · McLean, a professor of ancient magic literature at Hogwarts School of Magic, I'm glad to meet you! "

Even though Lao Pasa didn't know much about Maca's appearance, she clearly knew the name of Maca.

"You're Mr. McLean?" His face was a little surprised in time, but it was the secret way under his heart, "It's still troublesome for you to run this trip, really ... hello, uh ... we The names on the sides are often long, and you may not be comfortable, just call me Bossa. "

When Maca heard the words, she sighed: Mr. Bertha, you're afraid that you haven't seen the wizards from the African tribes just now, whose name is a long man.

At least in your area, there are only first names and no last names, and the elders are just the names of the elders' ancestors.

You know, the wizards of those clans have inherited all their names and surnames, and all titles have been inherited from generation to generation. This is not enough. People also add some inexplicable words to show their respect for nature.

"Okay, then ..." He muttered a happy murmur and glanced around again and again. "Mr. Bertha, should the International Federation of Sorcerers send someone here, may I ask him here?"

As Maca asked, Laosar turned his head and looked at him, then pointed out for him.

...

Maca temporarily ran to pick up people, while Hogwarts was personally received by Professor McGonagall. This international alchemy competition is very important to the school, and guests from all over the world are also very important. She naturally attaches great importance to it.

And because there were many outsiders in the school these two days, the little wizards also had a lot of topics to talk about all at once. Even if there is nothing about them at the time of the game, it is enough to be a good spectator, but everyone can't help but be infected by the atmosphere, and there are many students discussing the content of the game.

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

It's like Hermione and the four of them, because they are struggling with Horcruxes, they don't feel much about this alchemy contest. And like Hance Parch's Ens Taun, these days have been trying to translate the ancient text on parchment, of course, there is no time to take care of it.

Well, maybe those who don't care, maybe add a Draco Malfoy. However, his matter is set aside for the time being ... To say the most noteworthy today, I am afraid that it is still Gryffindor Alexander.

As the only person in Enz who can be called a friend, Alexander has recently been quite puzzled by his cheap friend.

Alexander still remembers that Enz's attitude towards the study of the curse was even more extreme than that, and he could almost say that he was practicing every day. However, recently he found that the number of exercises of the other party was significantly less.

He has made great progress these days by relying on his diligence and moderate lucky chocolate. But what about Ens? Occasionally he saw the other side practice the spell, and he saw it at a glance, and Enz's spell seemed to have a tendency to stay in place.

At that time, such a radical utilitarian did not make significant progress. Is Ens giving up?

No, at least Alexander thinks that's certainly not the case.

So, Alexander naturally ran to the library and took a look—he wondered what had changed Ens, and actually let him put down his wand and take a book and a quill?

"Ens, are you going to study ancient magic literature with Professor McLean in the future?" Alexander asked exasperatedly, watching Ens sitting at the reading table.

He couldn't help lowering the volume. Otherwise, Mrs. Pins, the librarian, was not vegetarian.

"Huh?" Ens glanced up at Alexandria before saying vaguely. "Anyway ..."

Out of caution, he didn't bring out the parchment paper from Hitchpatch's secret room, but was ready to try this course by himself. Since Maca, who is a well-known professor, is the professor of this course, there is no reason not to try it, right?

"Oh, this is really good. Actually, I also want to take this course in the third grade!" Alexander agreed first, then hesitated, "but ... what about magic and defense of black magic? You don't Are you planning to practice well? "

Ens has been looking at the Mowen Dictionary, and writing down a few times from time to time, showing his seriousness. At this time, if someone wants to talk to you, it will obviously feel annoying.

"Of course I have to practice ..." He raised his eyes again, impatiently, "Did you not see it?"

"but--"

"But what?" Ens finally couldn't help interrupting Alexander's words, saying coldly, "Your recent progress is indeed quite great. I heard that there has been a limelight in the black magic defense class ... But, you think so Are you qualified to preach in front of me? "

"I don't have to preach ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Alexander was embarrassed by Ens, and his chest was a little sullen, but he was a good temper, but he soon suppressed the annoyance in his heart," Ens, I'm just a little weird at your reduced practice. You know, didn't we practice together all the time? "

Kerns apparently didn't have a good conversation, he saw that Alexander was still kind, but just waved the fly.

"If you want to practice, you can say it in a few days ... I will let you know that your progress now is nothing to me!" He still impatiently said "But now-hurry away Didn't you see that I was busy? "

After all, he lowered his head again, looking at the dictionary and comparing his notes back and forth. As for Alexander's frowning, he couldn't even bother to watch.

Alexander has a good temper, but it is not the kind of old man who has been fanned his left face, and will take the initiative to pass out his right face to others to continue fanning. Since Ens said so much, he certainly did not want to use his hot face to stick to someone else's cold ass.

"Let's do it!" He smirked. "I'll wait for you to teach me ... but if you can't teach me, then don't blame me for teaching you!"

After dropping this sentence, Alexander did not wait for Ens to speak again, and turned to go straight to the library door.

"Huh, it ’s really being boasted by someone?" Ens thought for a moment, but rubbed his eyebrows again. "Hi, what am I to say to him? Could it be because I have slept a little lately, temper? Getting worse? "

At least he was conscious, knowing that he always had a bad temper. But knowing to know, wanting him to regret it is harder than going to heaven.

"……who cares!"