The harsh sunlight was blocked by the thick curtains in the room, and Magos slowly woke up from his deep sleep.

The dimly lit room was empty, which made him a little uneasy after the previous night's life and death. Instinctively, he moved his arms to sit up, but he found that this movement, which had been easy before, was now a little more difficult for him, and the soreness of his arms completely cleared him from the somewhat sluggish brain that had just woken up.

"I'm still curious that Luo rushed over, is this considered a causal reincarnation? I saved him and made him change his fate, so he came and saved me. If I didn't care about anything and let it develop, I would definitely have been unable to escape yesterday, and it would have affected my parents. ”

Just as he stared at the ceiling and realized his life, the door was gently opened.

"Are you awake? McGoss. Mrs. Will approached and saw her son, who was lying down a little, muttering to herself.

McGoth looked at his mother with joy mixed with worry, and replied with a smile,

"Mom, I'm worried about you."

When Mrs. Will heard this, tears flowed down her eyes, and she sat on the edge of the bed and hugged him.

"Your dad told me about yesterday, you're so brave, we're all proud of you, McGoss."

"I just did what I was supposed to do, Mom, and anyone else would do it in that situation."

Mrs. Will smiled and did not refute him, she was born in a big family, she knew that not everyone could do it, not to mention that in order to protect her parents, the second generation who had been pampered since childhood, in that case, it was already great not to be scared to pee their pants, let alone resist, especially for the sake of family property, it is not uncommon to harm their biological parents.

"Are you hungry, I'll go get you something to eat." Sitting McGoth on the bed, she asked.

Magos touched his stomach and smiled embarrassedly,

"I'm really hungry, thank you, Mom."

Mrs. Will smiled softly, went over and pulled the curtains open, and then went out to prepare breakfast for him.

"By the way, Mom, is Quirrell still at home?"

She nodded,

"I just went over and told Mr. Quirrell that you're awake."

Shortly after Mrs. Will was out, Quirrell came.

"How's it going?"

"Great, thanks to you for arriving in time yesterday, otherwise ......"

Quirrell waved his hand with an expression of frustration,

"Needless to say, your parents have been talking all morning, and instead of continuing to say some words of thanks, it is better to tell me about yesterday, although your father has already said it."

"By the way, what about my dad? What happened to his legs. ”

"Don't worry, the potion plus the recovery spell, this effect is enough for ordinary people to instantly recover and take out a little too excited, he seems to be very interested in the wizarding world."

Shaking his head helplessly,

"If it weren't for your mother's obstruction, I think he would have liked me to give him a few more recovery charms, and his expression was a little like that, well, you should understand. I don't know where he went, but he seemed to go to some company. ”

McGoth could trust his father's performance at that point and nodded with a smile. Then he told him everything that happened yesterday, including the existence of the Great Sword.

Quirrell sat in his chair and thought for a moment and said,

"That wizard should be a mobile habitual offender, this kind of person is difficult to lock and arrest, but fortunately, you didn't listen to him, they will all erase the victim's memory about them after committing the crime, if you meet a wizard like you, you may directly become an idiot, you shouldn't dare to kill, and in the end you should want to take away the big sword before you will be ruthless."

As he spoke, he paused,

"It's the first time I've heard of that sword's power, and your father didn't tell me about it."

"My dad ......"

"I know that he did the right thing, and he should have seen the value of the sword from the look on the wizard's face yesterday, and didn't tell me to prevent me from having bad thoughts. Magos, you have a good father. ”

"I think so too." Magos said with a smile.

"Your house does have a Gryffindor sword, but I've never heard of it that can break spells."

"Harry, it seems to have the ability to teleport in magical space, and it's only for us Gryffindor." Then tell him about Harry's killing of the basilisk.

"Harry." He nodded inexplicably.

"From my time at Hogwarts, I could tell he was very brave and a perfect Gryffindor. So the sword in your hand is more precious than the Sword of Gryffindor, after all, the Sword of Gryffindor can only be used against the students of your house. ”

"Haven't you heard the slightest legend about it?"

Quirrell shook his head as Mrs. Will knocked on the door and pushed a small dining table in.

"You can get the maid to push it in, Mom."

Mrs. Will smiled and said it was okay, pushed the table to the side of the bed, and Quirrell nodded and left.

"You still have a good mother." Quirrell looked at the locked door and complimented again.

"So I'll protect them with my life." McGoth said as he picked up the milk and took a big sip of it, which made his stomach feel better.

"There are many legends about swords, but none of them are directly immune to spells." Quirrell shook his head.

"You might be able to write to Professor Dumbledore and ask for the answer, by the way, how did you get this sword, your collection?"

The question reminded McGoth that it didn't seem like he had gotten it openly.

"Uh,"

"It's inconvenient to say? It's okay, I'm just telling you where to find the answer. ”

"No," he looked at Quirrell with some embarrassment.

"I got it from Hogwarts, and in the Room of Requirement, I thought some senior made it for fun, so I took it back as a work of art."

Quirrell's eyes were a little glazed when he heard this answer,

"Hogwarts?"

"I know Hogwarts has a lot of good things, but you can break spells when you come back with a sword?"

Quirrell had a look on his face that I don't read much, don't lie to me.

"Really." Magos told him all about that day, as well as the act of the Tibetan Ravenclaw crown.

The corners of Quirrell's mouth began to twitch, he was also a wizard, was this gap too big? He has been studying at Hogwarts for several years, not to mention picking up good things, it is good if he can not lose things, this first year picked up such a powerful magic prop?

Then he thought about the experience he had hoped to gain practical experience and go on an adventure before he became a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, but was overshadowed by Voldemort while traveling to Albania, and he felt the urge to cry.

"Show me the sword." He didn't want to talk to McGoss anymore about picking up the baby, so he bluntly changed the subject.

McGoth didn't know what Quirrell was thinking, otherwise he would have told him that there was a kind of person called the African Chief, or the African Chief for short.

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