"Professor, I can't choose any of these four tasks." McGoth looked at Snape speechlessly and said, how could he choose the fourth task, and how could he do the first three?

Snape's expression didn't change at all, as if he had already guessed what choice he would make.

"Professor Snape, if you don't want to help me, you can just say it, there's no need to make me happy in vain." He smiled wryly.

"Why don't you choose the fourth mission, it shouldn't be difficult for you, with your cleverness, Mr. Potter will always be crushed under your feet, and it will not be tempting for you to trample a peer who is called a savior." Speaking agitationally in a flat tone, it is estimated that there is no one but Snape. McGoth felt that Snape had called him over this time to make fun of himself, and that he hadn't thought to help him.

He shook his head, "Professor Snape, I'm sorry it didn't help you, and if there's nothing else, I think I should go back." ”

Seeing that Snape didn't speak again, he turned to leave the underground office.

"Wait."

"Professor?" McGoth didn't hold out any hope that he would help, did he still want to give himself a fourth mission?

"I can help you make those two potions, and if you don't choose the fourth mission, you'll have to choose the other two."

"Professor, I really can't do your task." McGoth is already a little angry, this is a joke on people, he can do the first three tasks and still need to ask him to help make potions?

"I didn't say you could do it now." He said with his eyelids lowered and not lifted.

"Doom......" McGoth is now completely confused.

"I can pay for what you need in advance, but you have to fulfill your task from the day you get it." Snape said coldly.

This is another village?

McGoth was stunned for a moment, then almost jumped up with joy, and nodded repeatedly, as for the difficulty of the task, he directly ignored it, anyway, Snape should not have meant to harm him.

"Your choice." Snape didn't say anything about his excitement, and spoke flatly.

"Then I'll choose," he paused slightly, "I'll choose the second and third." ”

Snape nodded slightly and said no more, and McGoth consciously said goodbye to him and left.

"Harry, why haven't you slept yet?" Back in the break room, McGoth saw Harry and Ron still sitting in the break room talking.

"He was so nervous. Mergoth, you come and persuade him. Ron pulled him to sit down across from Harry like a savior.

"For tomorrow's Quidditch match?" You don't have to think about it to know why he doesn't sleep.

Harry nodded, a sad look on his face, "Magos, do you think I can really play?" I heard other people bet on when I would fall off the broom and also said to pick me up with a mat underneath. ”

"Do you think you're going to fall?" Magos asked with a smile.

"Of course not." Harry affirmed.

"That's it, most of the people who say you are jealous that you can participate in this competition as a first-year, what they say is not important, what is important do you think you can do it."

"I, I don't know." Harry bowed his head.

"Harry, you should give yourself some confidence, I think Malfoy is much better than you in this regard, you don't think you are even inferior to Malfoy." The relationship between Harry and MalfoyMcGoth also feels amazing, because of his existence, Harry and Malfoy are not as non-ending as in the original books, without flying lessons and-for-tat on the train, although their relationship is not friends, but it will not be as written in the novel. However, it seems that these two people do not get along, they have no other conflicts, but they invariably focus on flying and Quidditch matches, where the two do not admit defeat to each other, neither of them looks down on the other, and they both think that they are better than the other. So once it was said in front of Harry that he didn't fly as well as Malfoy, he would be like now.

"What are you kidding, tomorrow's game will definitely be beaten by me, I'll go to bed now, I'm going to let him see who is the best." Saying that, he walked to the dormitory with high spirits.

"Magos, you're amazing." Ron looked at him with admiration, "But I also used Malfoy to stimulate him before, although he regained his confidence for a moment, but soon lost his confidence, why did you say that he was completely excited?" ”

"Maybe he just wants to rest, who knows, let's go, Ron, we don't have to sit in the lounge in a daze like Harry." He smiled and explained, but he didn't tell him the real reason, the reason why Harry regained confidence at once was not only because he said Malfoy, but also because Harry thought he was better than him and Malfoy (in this case, magic and charms, not flying), and he was equivalent to a witness and judge of the flying competition in that flying lesson, so he used Malfoy more than anyone else.

"I see, I'll just say it." Ron felt his reason was right and muttered to himself.

After entering the dormitory, McGoth found Harry already lying on the bed, smiled, and walked to his bed to change clothes.

The next day, Harry woke up before dawn and Simody Annaway and the others were also woken up by his shouting.

"Oh, Harry, it's only early, why are we up so early?" Dean said disapprovingly, yawning. Harry just smirked and didn't speak.

“…… Well, forgive me for the sake of your upcoming game today. ”

"So what do we do now? It's more than an hour before breakfast, just waiting for breakfast stupidly? Seamus fought with eyelids, "Why don't you let us sleep again." ”

"Alright, guys, it's a big day, Harry is going to play for Gryffindor as a first-year, we should be proud of him, Seamus, don't blame me for throwing the thorn next to you and sleeping with you if you don't get up again." McGoth said as he stared at Seamus who was lying back on the bed with bad intentions.

"Don't, don't, I'll get up." Seamus rolled over in fright and rolled out of bed, "Okay, I definitely can't sleep now, McGoss, I hope you have any good ideas to pass the time." Seamus gave him a hard look.

"Of course." As he spoke, he smirked at the others in the dormitory. "Let's have a little game. Isn't it that you have already mastered the levitation charm, each of you uses the levitation charm to control a small wooden bar, and I will control a small ball, as a golden snitch, whoever touches the ball first will win, how about it. ”

"It's interesting, like football." Seamus's displeasure was instantly thrown out of the clouds, and he danced to find his wand.

"But there should be only one Seeker. There are so many of us here. Ron was a little unhappy with the rule, "Except for Harry, the rest of us can play as other players. ”

"But Ron, I don't have the ability to control three balls at a time." As he spoke, he took out a round jade from the box. "It's just a little game, not so serious. Well, the rule is that you don't allow malicious attacks on other people's wooden bars. To play or not to play? ”

Of course, everyone agreed, including Ron, who was unhappy with the only ball, and everyone found their wands, and then split a small wooden bar under the various corners of the bed, and recited a spell to float the wooden stick a centimeter or two above the ground.

"Neville, hurry up." Seamus saw that everyone was ready, and only Neville's little wooden stick was still shaking, just not wanting to go to heaven.

"Don't worry, Seamus, it's still early, Neville, come on, you can do it, think about the mantra taught at that time, you can adjust a few syllables a little better......... Right... Yes, very good......"

With McGoth's encouragement and help, Neville's wooden bar finally lifted into the air, and although it didn't look as smooth as the others, he should have been satisfied with his happy and almost crying expression.

"Thank you, Magos." Neville said with a tremor in his voice.

"No thanks, Neville. Just believe in yourself and you can do it. As he spoke, he took control of the jade ball and floated up. Get ready...... Begin. ”

His balls began to fly around the dorm room under his control, and everyone controlled their little sticks of wood to chase after them, but the disparity in proficiency caused them to disappear around a corner without paying attention, and then chase after them again in the shouts of others.

"Seamus, if you hadn't stopped me just now, I would have almost run into it." Ron's disgruntled voice rang out.

"Besides, if you hadn't squeezed me in the corner with Dean just now, I wouldn't have lost track of the ball." Not to be outdone, Seamus returned.

In fact, they felt that they were almost touching an illusion, and it was a deliberate circle around them by McGoss. With a higher level of proficiency than them, McGoth was interested in molesting the little boys.

"Wow, Harry, I didn't expect you to be so talented at anything that flies, and you almost got touched." Just as he was having fun with the children, Harry's small wooden bar burst out of a corner and was almost touched.

Harry smiled shyly as he listened to McGoss's drawing, and then chased after him again.

After a while, they didn't touch McGoss's ball except being molested.

"It's not fair, McGoss, you're much more skilled than we are." Dean, who was chasing after him again, cried out a little unpleasantly.

"Hehe, I can't help this, who told you to be inferior to me." McGoss's words sparked outrage. They discussed with each other a few words, decided not to tear each other down, and began to work together to chase McGoss's ball.

Now the pressure on McGoth has doubled, let alone flirting now, as the longer the control, their proficiency has been increasing, and it is already awesome for them not to be chased by them, and now that they are together to surround him, he feels that he may have to fight the street. As the bars they controlled slowly compressed the ball's range of motion from all sides, McGoth made several failed attempts to break through the defence.

"You're amazing, but you think I can't do anything about it?" Look at the smug smiles of the little kids around you. Magos laughed too.

As soon as the words fell, the ball he controlled suddenly kept fluttering upward. He was ready to float the ball to a height they couldn't control, and then watched as the little kids looked angry but helpless. Thinking about it, he couldn't help but laugh. Then just as he floated to a height of one meter five, a wooden bar suddenly floated up from below, which scared McGoss, he didn't expect that there were still pigs and tigers in this group of little boys, and he seriously controlled the ball to dodge. After a while, the small wooden bar suddenly fell from the sky as if the plane had run out of fuel, and McGoth sighed lightly, wiped his sweaty forehead, and lamented that he almost capsized in the gutter and was killed by the schoolboys.