The Ancient Magic Classroom is a very bright classroom. Because there are many windows and they are oriented to the southwest, in the afternoon, sunlight will penetrate through the window openings and penetrate the entire classroom.

On the walls of the classrooms hung a variety of stone slabs, photographs, and rubbings, all of which were samples of the Grim Script obtained by archaeologists.

It is those objects that contain an ancient atmosphere that give this classroom a layer of mystery.

Standing by the window and looking out, you can see the empty lawn in front of the castle, and when the breeze blows, the neat lawn sways with the wind, quietly waving layers of green waves.

If you look further afield, you can vaguely see several mountain ranges, although you can't see them here, but Hogsmeade is indeed in that direction.

From time to time, one or two owls would fly from the other side of the mountain, gradually enlarging from small dots, and then, with a few faint flapping wings, half-glide down to the West Tower on the left side of the field of vision.

At the top of that tower is where the school's owl shack is located.

Speaking of which, the environment of the Ancient Magic Classroom is actually one of the best in Hogwarts Castle, and studying here will at least feel more relaxed and enjoyable than studying in the basement or anywhere else.

It stands to reason that such an excellent environment alone is enough to attract many students to take this course.

However, the number of students who chose this elective subject, which was no less boring than the history of magic class and was as difficult to understand as divination, was always admonished by generations of seniors, and became a handful.

Maca gently pushed open the door to the classroom, looked around the classroom left and right, and walked to the window. As he passed by the lectern, he casually placed the textbook in his hand and a list on it.

But when he took two more steps forward, he turned around and took the list back in his hand.

There was still a short time before the end of the previous class, and the classroom seemed empty, leaving a clear grinding sound with every step he took.

Maca stood in front of the window, drew her wand and waved it, and all the windows opened open, and a slightly cool breeze gently brushed his neck, making him feel a little refreshed.

He lowered his head and nonchalantly flipped through the list in his hand.

The number of new students admitted to Hogwarts varies from year to year, and the number of new students is particularly low in the first year when Maca and Harry entered.

No matter what, the number of students in the entire school is nearly a thousand, even if the elective course is only voluntary, it will not be as small as the list of elective students for the ancient magic language course in Maca's hand.

Current. LS class, with a total of 56 students in three grades; Among the students in grades 6 and 7, there are only 15 students.

The next fifth-grade Ancient Magic Script class to be taken was the class of Maca, which had the smallest number of students in recent years, and there were only 10 people in the four academies combined.

What Maca is most curious about now is, why didn't this course be simply canceled?

No! In fact, there were only 9 students who were coming in a moment, and the other one who was absent for some reason......

"Willie Blois."

Maca looked at the name on the list, and a moment of confusion flashed across her face.

That's right, this school year, the girl who is full of mysteries has taken a break from school again. It's not clear what happened to her, or what is happening. But the other party didn't want to mention it, so he wouldn't be uninterested in getting up and trying to make a fuss.

Some secrets don't make it easier to tell others, just like Maca's own secrets, he doesn't want anyone to know.

At that moment, a crisp bell rang in the hallway outside the classroom, and the students were in a hurry to move to the classroom where the next class should be.

Maca smiled slightly, reached out and pulled out a stack of small pieces of paper from her waist, then raised her wand and waved it lightly. In an instant, the pieces of paper flew on their own, swirling and landing at his feet.

When he made one last gesture at the square stool next to the lectern, the only piece of paper left in his hand slid lightly onto the surface of the square stool, and fell with it to the side of the lectern.

At the same time, Maca's figure became hazy in a trance.

“…… Come on, come on, it's over here. ”

With the unexpected noise and commotion in the corridor, several students crowded and pushed open the door of the classroom.

"Hey, McLean hasn't arrived yet?"

"Hey! It should be called 'Professor McLean'! ”

"Oops, no, I haven't gotten used to it......

In the classroom of the Ancient Magic Script, the windows were all open, and the wind gently stirred the curtains, which looked like skirts fluttering in the wind.

The number of people in the classroom was increasing, and it didn't take long to exceed the "9" that Maca had expected, and it seemed that even some students who were out of class came to audit.

It's not that Dumbledore's academic achievements last night moved the young wizards.

In fact, the reason why everyone came together was actually just because among a group of "adult" professors, there was a sudden appearance of a peer like Maca.

If you don't want to be curious, that's definitely impossible!

Everyone wanted to see what kind of novelty it would be like to be taught by Maca's legendary classmate.

Soon, there were many more people in the originally empty classroom; This ancient magic language classroom, which can accommodate up to 50 students, has been occupied by students for the majority at this time.

And at the back door of the classroom, there was even a little Professor Flitwick. It seems that he wants to take advantage of the absence of classes to come and observe the first class that Maca is in charge of!

However, to Maca's regret, the inconspicuous square stool that collapsed on the side of the lectern was still unnoticed.

Just then, the class bell rang.

"Jingle Bell—"

The crisp sound of the magic bell in the foyer spread through every corridor in the castle, and two swaying figures walked in through the door.

The first to arrive was Luna, who was still looking left and right in a trance as usual, as if she was surprised that there were so many more students in the always deserted Ancient Magic Literature classroom.

Behind Luna is a panting schoolgirl, and her wizarding robes indicate that she is a Hufflepuff.

"I'm sorry, I, I'm late again!"

The little witch's name was Hannah Abbott.

I saw her bow deeply in panic at the door, and then hurriedly straightened her waist again, as if she was trying to find the figure of the professor as much as possible.

Seriously, Hannah's behavior has been so rough since she first entered school. And in terms of the characteristics of losing three and four, she is even more serious than Neville.

It seems that all her life, she has been busy getting lost, finding lost things, and remembering other people's names, and sometimes it can really make people feel powerless.

In front of Hannah, Luna blinked her big eyes. Her silver-gray eyes flickered as if they had no focus, and she passed slowly past the lectern.

Hannah hurried after her, and it seemed that she would never want to be left alone in the classroom door.

Just then, Luna suddenly stopped, causing the reckless girl behind her to almost hit her in the back.

"Huh?"

Don't look at Luna's usual trance-like appearance, but in some ways, her senses are surprisingly acute.

Her eyes were drawn to the square stool that had collapsed beside the lectern.

Hannah quickly stopped her steps, and after seeing Luna's gaze looking behind her, she also subconsciously looked behind her, and noticed the square stool for the first time.

"Oh."

Hannah blinked inexplicably, then habitually walked over and reached for the square stool that had fallen to the ground.

Hannah Abbott is a reckless girl who can't even take care of herself, but her heart is clearer and more pure than many people.

Although she is always reckless, when others need help, this girl will always try to do what she can for others.

Maca and Hannah were in the same class and were sorted into Hufflepuff House. He knew very well in his heart that if this girl were a girl, he would definitely go and help the square stool up.

It's just a question of whether she can notice.

At the moment when Hannah Abbott lifted the square stool, a blurred figure gradually appeared behind the gently dancing curtain by the window, and slowly became clear in the astonished eyes of almost everyone.

It was as if he was being separated from the invisible wind by an invisible force, and although it was a little abrupt, there was no sense of dissonance.

"Pick up the fallen square stool, it's an inconspicuous but not overlookable virtue—" Maka looked at the students in the classroom, a warm smile on her face, "because of Hannah Abbott's actions, add 5 points to Hufflepuff House." ”

"Wow! What is that? Is it the 'Immortal Elixir' invented by McLean? ”

"It's also possible that the high-level spell - the Illusion Charm, I heard the seventh grade senior mention it......"

"Look, what are those pieces of paper on the ground? I didn't see that—"

As Maca's voice faded down, there was a muffled buzz in the classroom, and everyone couldn't help but discuss how Maca appeared.

"Everyone, be quiet!" Maca spoke, and with a flick of her wand, the small piece of paper on the square stool fell back to a certain point on the ground, and his figure blurred again.

Then, he flicked his wand slightly, and the pieces of paper on the ground immediately swirled and flew back into his outstretched left hand.

"In this first class, I will clearly tell you one thing - ancient magic literature has its unique charm and great value!"