"Young master, welcome home." The butler greeted Magos out of the car with impeccable manners.

"Is there something going on at home?" Magos frowned and looked at the somewhat depressed servants around him.

"Young master, the Count and the Lady are waiting for you in the living room, you will know when you pass." After speaking, he stood behind him and assumed a gesture of please.

The joy of McGoss's return was gone, and he wasn't going to think about it anymore, but when he got home his parents would tell him to stride into the castle.

"McGos is back, let Mom see if she's getting thinner and darker." As soon as she entered the door, Mrs. Will ran to him excitedly, took his hand, and looked left and right, her face full of joy.

Seeing his mother, who was inexplicably excited, McGoth instantly put his previous worries behind him, smiled and was at the mercy of his mother.

After Mrs. Will looked up after a few laps, she looked up and saw her son staring at her with a smile, her face was slightly red, and then she patted his head a little annoyed, "I haven't seen him for a few months, and everything else hasn't changed, but I have become bolder, and I dare to look for your mother." ”

McGoth showed an aggrieved expression, "Mom, I didn't do anything, you just gave me a dismount when I came back." ”

Mrs. Will nodded in feigned seriousness, but the smile on her lips could not hide it.

"Okay, don't make a fuss, just come back, and don't let McGoth sit down and rest first." Not far away came the count's solemn voice.

Mrs. Will stopped pretending, her eyes were happy crescents, and she took Magos by the hand and led him to the couch.

"I'll tell you, don't look at your father's serious face now, in fact, if the housekeeper hadn't pulled him back just now, you would have seen him at the station."

"Ahem." was demolished by his wife in front of his son in front of him, and he was a little unbearable for the businessman's face.

"What nonsense, I was just about to go out and have something." The Count gave the lady a fierce look. Madame smiled and ignored it directly.

Just as the Count opened his mouth slightly to speak, Mrs. Will suddenly seemed to remember something, and said a word, etc., interrupting what the Count was about to say, and walked to a small guest room next door with the hem of her skirt, and then walked out with several sets of clothes.

McGoth and the Earl had no room to intervene at this time, and could only look helplessly at the busy Mrs. Will. Then Mrs. Will pulled up McGoss, who had just sat down, and asked him to try on these clothes quickly, but McGoth looked at his son for help with a bitter face.

The Count tilted his head, as if he hadn't seen it, and now he knew that now was not the time for him to interject, so he sat down again, and watched happily as his wife 'rectified' his son.

Rejected by his father without hesitation, McGoth looked at his mother's expectant eyes and sighed and picked up the top coat.

His adult-like sigh let alone Mrs. Will, even the Earl was amused by him, and that helpless but helpless look was really funny.

The next time became McGoss's personal fitting show, guided and evaluated by Mrs. Will in front, and the audience was Earl Will, and the butler consciously gave up the space to their family after accompanying McGoth in.

Mrs. Will's crescent-like eyes commented from time to time that the clothes were small and her son was thin, anyway, if the clothes didn't fit or didn't look good, it was definitely a problem with the clothes, and her own son was definitely the best and most perfect......

Having tried on nearly twenty sets of clothes in this way, the Earl could only interrupt him as a bad guy when he saw that Madame Will was still in high spirits.

"Edla, it's been almost an hour since I tried, you're not tired, your son isn't tired, it's true."

Mrs. Will seemed to remember that her precious son had just come off the train, and hurriedly grabbed McGoss, who was habitually about to change clothes, and pressed him to the sofa again.

McGoth walked to the station today, took the train for half a day, studied magic spells, and took the car home without feeling tired.

The Count handed his cup to Magos, who drank it all.

Mrs. Will saw that McGoss, who was tired of being a dog, was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly sat down beside him and asked for warmth.

"You can save it, as soon as McGoth comes back, you will be tossed enough." The Earl seized the opportunity and did not hesitate to dismantle the stage.

"Mom, I'm fine." Finally dispelled the idea of knocking on the back massage of his mother, McGoth curiously asked if there was something wrong at home, and how did he feel that everyone in the family was weird.

Hearing his question, Mrs. Will shook her head, but did not speak, and got up to gather her messy clothes.

The Count didn't tell him any reason, saying that he had just come back and was unhappy, so he didn't bother to mention it beforehand, and that he would rest well and tell him again tomorrow. He knew his father's character, and since he said so, he wouldn't tell him now, and instead of forcing them to make them unhappy, it was better to rest and go to the meeting, and now he did feel a little tired.

His luggage had already been sent to his bedroom by the servants, and he let Xiaobai out first when he got to the room, and he left the thorn at the school without bringing it, he was afraid that if the little action was released by something again, or opened by the family's curiosity, it would not be good to stab anyone, although Hagrid had said that the thorn was effective for the little wizard, and there was no danger to the Muggles, he still didn't want to take that risk.

He slept until dinner time, and the butler came up and knocked on the door before he woke up, answered the butler's call, got up and opened the window, and saw that it was already as dark as ink outside. After a little washing, I went downstairs with the housekeeper.

"Did you sleep well? Wheat Goss. Mr. and Mrs. Will had not yet eaten, and were sitting at the table watching him.

"Great, I now think I can try a hundred more outfits." He made a joke about his mother. However, seeing that Mrs. Will's eyes were a little shining, it seemed that he was a little serious, and he hurriedly remedied, "It's ...... blame."

Mrs. Will felt that she was being sucked away, and gave him a vicious look.

The Earl, seeing that their mother and son were in a state of trouble again, picked up the spoon and touched the plate, making a crisp sound.

"Alright, butler, let's serve." The Count said to the meticulous butler beside him.

"Yes, Earl, Madam, young master, please wait." After saying that, he turned around and walked to the kitchen.

When all the dishes were served, the Count sent all the servants, including the butler, out and began to inquire about the life of the magic school that had been in Magos's school for a month.

"I don't write to you every week." McGoth said with a wry smile as he took a bite of the crispy turkey.

"How can it be the same, what comes out of your mouth is the most interesting." In a rare move, Mrs. Will sided with the Count.

"Okay." Looking at the insistent eyes of his parents, McGoth reluctantly agreed, and after eating a piece of turkey again, he began to talk about the day he went. This time it wasn't like what he had said before he went to Hogwarts, when he was worried that his parents wouldn't approve of letting him go to Hogwarts, so he said that this time he had seen and heard everything he had seen at school, except for Quirrell and the time when he was abused by Snape, he told them everything including the magic cards.

The dinner lasted nearly three hours, and it was basically McGoth talking, and the Will couple listened attentively, and although they didn't have the opportunity to go to the magic school, they were very interested in learning about it. Everyone has had their own dreams of being different, including them.

After hearing this, they blamed him for making magic cards, felt that he shouldn't break the school rules, and forced the principal to make a new school rule, and then agreed that he used this opportunity to befriend the other three houses. They think that the more friends they have, the better they can survive in an unfamiliar environment.

However, although McGoth gave them a detailed introduction to the hard work of making magic cards and the effect of the finished magic cards, their expressions were a little disapproving, they felt that no matter how much they changed, they were still playing cards, even if they were interesting, it was too common, so what was the fun, it was better to listen to him talk about the magic lessons he took in school......

McGoth didn't expect his parents to be a little disappointed that he was not interested in the magic cards that he had a great grasp of, and then he thought about it, playing cards, it's really not a big deal for ordinary people, and the reason why it can arouse the interest of most people in school is because there is no such thing and too little entertainment in the wizarding world. He had a rough idea of what they were interested in.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!"

The almighty levitation spell reappeared, and he floated a large plate on the table, and sure enough, the eyes of the Will couple showed great curiosity, and Mrs. Will even touched the plate lightly with her hand when it floated in front of her, and found that it could be pushed without falling.

"This is magic? Really, really ......" the Count really couldn't find a sentence to describe it.

"How did you get it up, the words you read?" The Count was clearly more interested in the principle.

"Yes, but it takes magic." Magos handed his wand to his father to try.

"Yuga...... Yuga ...... What's the matter? The Count took his wand with some caution, and with some excitement recited the incantation to the small cup in front of him.

"Yuga, Diem, Levy. Osa. ”

"Oh, I see, Yuga Dim Leviosa."

The cup remained motionless, and the Count reluctantly recited it several times, but the result was still the same. Mrs. Will asked for the wand, and tried it several times, but to no avail, returned the wand to McGoth in disappointment. Ask him to use it once.

Then they imitated the tone again, including the pause, but it was useless before they gave up completely, no longer imagining that they might be a wizard too.

They asked him to try other spells, but Magos had no choice but to use all the non-lethal spells he knew. They are interested in all the petrifications and obstacles.