Chapter 311 From Student to Teacher

( ) Early the next morning, in the auditorium, which was supposed to be the only destination on weekdays, there were only a few students except for the teaching staff. Everyone seemed to have made an appointment, and they didn't come here for breakfast at the first time.

Logically speaking, there would be no people at the entrance of the library at this time, but it was already overcrowded at this time.

After knowing that Maca will be your future professor of ancient magic text, everyone became interested in this elective subject that was not very popular in the past.

It's not that they want to change the magic text class - after all, changing elective subjects is a very troublesome thing, but this does not prevent everyone from taking a look at the new textbook content.

"...Whoa! That's right! Look! It says 'Maca McLean'!"

"Yes, this is really cool! We used to be classmates with the rune scholars who wrote the textbooks!"

"Let me see! I'm going to buy a copy too—"

"You haven't taken the magic text class, don't squeeze over!"

"McLean... No, didn't Professor McLean say that? Students who don't take electives can also buy it! Even if you don't study, it's good to buy it back as a souvenir!"

"Line up! Everyone...line up! Books...no noise..."

As soon as Harry and Ron reached the door of the library, they heard a commotion inside, and even the scolding of the administrator, Mrs. Pince, was drowned out.

As for Hermione, she had already squeezed inside.

"Maka always makes a lot of noise..." Harry looked at the lively scene and couldn't help but said helplessly.

But the culprit who caused the commotion in the early morning was walking slowly through the foyer and towards the auditorium.

"Oh, good morning, Professor McGonagall."

At the door of the side corridor of the auditorium, he saw a familiar figure.

"McLean," McGonagall turned around and smiled kindly at Maca, "good morning... welcome back to Hogwarts."

"Thank you, Professor." Maca nodded politely, and said with a smile, "To be honest, I still remember the night you led us to the auditorium branch! I didn't expect that I would shoulder the responsibility of a teacher so soon. ..."

"This is the fruit of your hard work,

"McGonagall slowed down, and when Maca came to her side, she continued, "As a student like you, we teachers are always a little bit powerless... Fortunately, you are doing better than we imagined. "

"It's all because all the professors are good role models for our students—" Maca said modestly.

But Professor McGonagall shook his head, walked forward, and said frankly: "No, I don't think so... You are different from other students, and you have always had your own mature opinions. At the beginning, I also misunderstood You, but obviously, you have proved with facts that you have a positive understanding of people, things, and magic."

"If you want me to say, the Sorting Hat can still see clearly - it sorted you into Hufflepuff House, which is the best proof."

"I'm not low-key at all..." Maca shrugged.

"Your low-key simplicity does not lie on the surface, but in your heart." Professor McGonagall looked at Maca and said seriously, "Helga Hufflepuff was not so low-key back then, she often cooked the food herself. , and then invite friends to hold a banquet; in many academic aspects, she is not stingy with making achievements and demonstrating her authority..."

"...and she spared no effort in advocating fairness and equality and recruiting Muggle-born academics, and even argued with Salazar Slytherin many times."

"But even so, no one would think that Helga is not low-key enough." Speaking of this, Professor McGonagall stopped her, "Because, whether it's her liking 'food' or researching it in secret The matter of magic...of course, also includes the matter of silently paving the way for Muggle-born wizards and dedicating her life, all of which are proof of her low-key and hard work."

"This... I dare not compare it with Ms. Hufflepuff!" Maca laughed awkwardly.

"Your hard work in secret, we teachers can all see it!" Professor McGonagall patted Maca's arm, "There is no doubt that you are a talented wizard, but there are people with good talents in the world. There are also many wizards, how many Dumbledores can grow?"

After all, Professor McGonagall turned and walked towards the teaching staff.

For a teacher like Mag, being able to teach a student like Maca is both her achievement and her dream. Since she made up her mind to be a teacher, this has been what she has pursued in her life.

Maca looked at Professor McGonagall's back, and unconsciously felt a little more emotion.

To tell the truth, it was only for himself that he was so single-minded in studying magic. He never thought that his own achievements would sometimes also become the achievements of others.

With this level of comprehension, Maca couldn't help but feel a little more calm in his heart. He is also constantly growing, and the source of nutrition for his growth is people like Professor McGonagall who inadvertently give him life insights.

A person who lives in this world is not only for himself——for the first time, he felt a different sense of responsibility from someone other than Luna.

"Thank you for your teaching, Professor McGonagall." Maca said loudly to Professor McGonagall who had already walked to the teaching staff, "As your student, I have gained a lot of knowledge and teaching from you; and now, as Your colleagues, I also hope that you can give me more guidance on how to be a good teacher!"

Maca, who originally only became a professor because of the plan, finally decided to put aside those irresponsible thoughts after McGonagall's words.

He deeply realized that the responsibilities of a professor are far beyond what he could shoulder with his previous attitude.

When Professor McGonagall turned around and cast a very satisfied look at Maca, Maca bowed slightly to her respectfully.

As time passed, the number of people in the auditorium gradually increased.

Professor Graplan, who is in charge of the protection of magical creatures, chatted with Professor Sinista of Astronomy, and they were discussing the astrological divination inheritance of the centaurs.

Hagrid's absence once again managed to attract the attention of the students.

"Dumbledore didn't say how long the woman surnamed Graplan would stay..." Harry and the others had also returned from the library and were walking towards the long table in Gryffindor.

"Maybe..." Hermione murmured suddenly.

"Maybe?" Harry and Ron asked in unison, "Maybe what?"

"I was thinking maybe Dumbledore didn't want anyone to notice where Hagrid had gone -" said Hermione thoughtfully.

"Don't want others to notice?" Ron asked strangely, "But, how is this possible?"

While talking, they sat down at the long table.

Hermione was about to explain something, but at this moment, there was a whooping sound from the upper window.

It was a great flock of owls, flapping their wings, and alighting all over the auditorium. What followed were letters and packages of all kinds, and patches of water.

Those owls were all wet, and the fluff on their necks was stuck together, looking extremely embarrassed.

Obviously, it was raining a lot outside.

Hermione subconsciously stopped speaking, and she frantically moved the juice away to make room for an equally soaking barn owl.

"Didn't the Daily Prophet only talk about gossip recently? It doesn't have any real content..." Harry asked in confusion, "Why are you still subscribing to it?"

"Anyway, this is the number one newspaper in the British wizarding world," Hermione said solemnly while taking out today's newspaper from the waterproof case, "If you want to understand the trend of public opinion in the wizarding world, you must rely on it."

As she spoke, she hung the empty water tank back on the owl's foot, and by the way put a brass Knut in the holster on its other foot.

Immediately afterwards, she opened the newspaper and hid her face behind the newspaper. She didn't close the newspaper until Ron and Harry had finished their breakfast.

"Is there any report of value?" Harry asked casually, taking a sip of his orange juice.

"There's still nothing important," she shook her head. "There's not even news that Maca is a professor at Hogwarts."

"It seems to be useless..." Ron spread his hands.

At this time, Professor McGonagall had already walked over, walked back along the table, and handed out the schedule one by one.

"Merlin's chin!" Ron said dejectedly after only a glance, "History of Magic, Potions, Divination, Defense Against the Dark Arts... Old Man Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and There is an old woman named Umbridge, all concentrated in this day!"

"...It's really terrible. I really regret that I didn't take the ancient rune class!" Harry couldn't help but frown.

Unlike their side, Hermione smiled happily.

"Maca's class is available today, in the afternoon—" she said a little excitedly, "I've decided, I'm going to take advantage of the breaks and lunch breaks to review the runes!"

"Is she going to raise her hand as soon as she enters the classroom?" Ron couldn't help whispering when he saw this.

"I bet she can lift the whole class!" Harry couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

At the same time, Maca, who had finished her breakfast, happened to pass by quietly not far away. He glanced in Harry's direction, and couldn't help smiling when he saw that they were all holding their timetables.

"In that case, let's prepare for the get out of class in a while..."

Even if he is already familiar with the content of ancient magic literature, teaching others knowledge is not as good as studying it by himself. In addition to the knowledge itself, the teaching method also requires more thinking.

He can't really narrate the knowledge points from beginning to end in a lifeless manner like Professor Binns who teaches History of Magic, can he?

"I can guarantee that the ancient magic literature is much more interesting than you imagined!"