"How does it feel?" Snape asked indifferently as if he hadn't heard his screams.

In the silence of the office, McGoth staggered to his feet, looking at Snape's paralyzed expression, he felt a strong urge to punch him in the face to see if he could still maintain this paralyzed expression.

His question is really good, how does it feel? He was still dizzy and couldn't stand still. Fools in this state know that it feels very bad.

"Professor, why didn't you say anything beforehand?" He said in a very impulsive tone, no one could be so sudden, and there was no anger in such a strong pain.

Snape didn't seem to sense his anger, and said very calmly, "There will be no wizards in the battle who will tell you in advance before they attack you with a spell. ”

"But we're not fighting at all." McGoth roared irritantly at Snape's flat expression, today he was already dissatisfied with him deliberately targeting Harry and maliciously interrupting Neville, coupled with his ruthless face to Hermione, he was a little angry before he came in, and now he was suddenly angry, and the anger was completely uncontrollable.

"Wrong." Snape looked at him with a sneer, "After you used your occlusion, we were fighting. ”

McGoth looked at Snape with a natural expression, and suddenly drew his wand and pointed at Snape without thinking about it.

"Faint!" A red light flew towards Snape.

Snape seemed to know how he would react, and with a single wrong step he dodged the spell as if he were strolling around. also corrected his movements very indifferently.

"Mr. Will, the way you pull out your wand is so obvious that even a fool can tell that you want to attack." He looked at him mockingly.

Looking at Snape's mocking eyes, the anger in McGoth's heart was already burning, and he didn't want to do anything now, he wanted to teach him a hard lesson, let him know why the flowers were so red.

"It's all petrified!" He glared at Snape and unleashed a second spell without hesitation.

"You're reminding me of the direction of your spell attack?" Snape easily dodged the spell and looked at his wand sarcastically, "Aim your wand at the other person before you pronounce the spell?" Oh, that's funny. ”

"All down!" Mygoth's eyes were red at Snape's words, and he was desperate to use all the spells he would make, not even letting go of the Arajo Cave.

A hint of disappointment flashed in the corner of Snape's eyes as he looked at McGoth, who had lost his mind, "That's enough." He roared, but Magos was still casting a spell on him, and it seemed that he wouldn't stop without running out of mana.

"Silent!" When Snape's wand was just aimed at McGoth, his spell had already been released, and before McGoth could react to what spell he was using, he had already been hit, and his mouth suddenly couldn't make a sound, and the spell he had just read halfway was forced to stop. Still, he glared at Snape as he prepared to rush over for melee combat, but he only took a step.

"Hang the Admiralty upside down!" All at once, he floated headfirst to the ground and feet up in the air.

"Clear water is like a spring!" A stream of water poured out of Snape's wand, dripping Mygoth from his feet to his head.

"Hopefully this calms you down, Mr. Will."

"That's the end of today's test." Saying that, he looked at him coldly, "If you can't keep your calm brain in the future, you won't have to come again next semester." With that, he waved his wand at McGoth, and McGoth floated out of the office. Just as the office door was about to close, an unraveling spell came from inside, "Admiralty has landed!" He went back from hanging upside down to striking.

McGoth was leaning against the wall, his head was still dripping with water, his clothes were all soaked, he looked embarrassed, and he was blown by the biting cold wind in the basement corridor, and all the fire and heat were extinguished, he stared at the closed office door in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, and then left tremblingly.

Snape sat expressionlessly in his office, his gaze seeming to penetrate the doors and walls.

"He... There have been ...... Time...... It's too late......... I don't know if you'll be able to hold on to this kind of training......... Dumbledore...... Harry. Porter...... Mystery Man...... The Dark Lord ......" he muttered to himself almost silently, contemplating unknown thoughts.

"Oh my God! Magos, what's wrong with you. As soon as McGoth entered the lounge, the crowd waiting for him was stunned. They had never seen him embarrassment like this.

"It's not Professor Snape, it must be him, how can he do this to you." Hermione was still secretly angry about the Potions class in the afternoon, but seeing the way McGoth looked now, she couldn't care about her own grievances.

Harry and Ron hurriedly helped him to the stove, and then hurried into the bedroom to get dry towels and blankets.

Magos wiped his face haphazardly, took off his soaked coat, and his cold body slowly heated up by the fire.

"McGoth, what the hell is going on, is it really Snape who did it to you?" Harry looked at him in disbelief, and although Snape had never been friendly to them, he had never punished anyone like that.

"Who else could he be, McGoth, I said a long time ago, Snape is not a good man, let you not be so close to him, you don't stop, now you look at you." Ron couldn't say anything angrily, and threw the pillow out of his hand.

Hermione looked at McGoss, who was silent, and suddenly stood up, her eyes red, "I'm going to the headmaster's office to tell Headmaster Snape what he did." Harry Ron nodded in unison, ready to go with her.

"Don't go." Magos spoke suddenly, his voice hoarse, even he was startled, not to mention the other three, they ran to him in worry, Hermione couldn't hold back any longer, tears falling down her eyes.

"You're all like this, and you're still defending him." Ron said angrily. Harry also had an incomprehensible look on his face.

"Hermione, don't cry. I'm fine. He comforted Hermione in a hoarse voice, which was counterproductive, and Hermione's tears fell even harder.

"It's not what you believe. Ahem. He thought his voice was uncomfortable, and coughed dryly, which frightened them again, knowing that wizards generally do not get sick, and once they do, they will not get better easily, and healing spells and potions have little effect on sick wizards.

"Magos, you're sick." Harry looked at him worriedly, "Let's go to Madam Pomfrey's." As she spoke, she was about to carry him over with Ron, and Hermione turned around and pulled out a large spell book, which she knew at a glance was not the Charms textbook they used in their first year. Lying on it, rummaging through the healing spells with words.

McGoth stopped them, "I'm fine. I'm just getting a cold throat, just take a shower and get some sleep, Hermione, don't worry. I know it. ”

Magos shouted several times before he could get Hermione out of the book, and she was still anxiously searching for the spell, so he had to stand up and pull Hermione up.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm just a little cold, just take a hot shower and get some sleep."

"But you're all like that." Harry was still worried.

"Don't worry, I'll go to Madam Pomfrey tomorrow if I feel unwell." McGoss's assurances reassured the trio a little.

"Then how did you do this, didn't Snape do it?" Ron asked curiously.

McGoth smiled wryly, "Snape did it. As soon as this sentence fell, the three of them exploded, and McGoth calmed their emotions again. Tell them how things went in detail.

"You're saying you attacked Snape first?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

McGoth nodded, "I was so angry at that time, it was like teaching him a good lesson." After speaking, he looked at them and smiled bitterly, "As a result, he taught them a good lesson." ”

"But that's why he suddenly used Soul Capture on you, or is it his fault?" Ron said angrily.

McGoth shook his head, "What he said makes sense, and it was originally my intention to learn Occlumency, and he also told me about the consequences, but he didn't wait for me to say anything and used it in the next second." ”

"You're still defending him, you can't afford to be beaten up stupidly by him using his dementorship." Hermione didn't get angry when she heard him.

"Underestimate me, a dementor wants to beat me up, what are you kidding, don't worry, I have a number, you all go to rest, I'll take a hot bath." He smiled and said that he was fine, and went into the bathroom alone.

"And will he go to Snape in the future?" Watching Magos enter the bedroom, Ron asked, confused.

"I don't know, I don't understand what he's thinking, Snape is the one he can bear. Hermione, do you want to convince him not to go to Snape again tomorrow? Harry looked at Hermione.

Hermione angrily put away the spell book just now, she had already wiped the tears from her face at some point, "I won't care about him, it's his business if he wants to be beaten, and I won't care about him if he is beaten stupid by Snape in the future." After speaking, he walked into the girl's dormitory and closed the door hard.

Harry and Ron looked at each other stupidly, sighed and brought the food they had brought back from the dining room into the bedroom, waiting for Magos to wash up and give him food.

In the bathroom, McGoth lay in the steaming warm water and thought about the duel just now, or the one-sided abuse, at the time I didn't realize what Snape's words meant, now I think about it I have a feeling of sudden enlightenment, but if I want to meet Snape's requirements, it is obviously not enough to practice on my own, sighing and thinking that if he continues to pass, I am afraid that the future life will be difficult.

After coming out of the bathroom and eating all the things Harry and the others had brought back, he lay on the bed and said a word to Harry and Ron before falling into a deep sleep......