Draco was nearly an hour behind schedule.

"I thought you weren't coming." Draco Maggos breathed a sigh of relief as he walked in through the door.

"I was so crazy that I agreed to cooperate with you in approaching such a dangerous wizard." Draco grimaced and began to grumble as soon as he entered the door.

"Don't do that, my friend." McGoth smiled and got up to greet him, patted him on the shoulder and said.

"I promise you won't be in the slightest danger, and if he shows hostility towards you, we'll protect you as soon as possible."

Looking at the unmoved Magos, Draco sat down in his chair with some disappointment,

"Can I get other wizards to come with me, Professor Snape?"

"With Professor Quirrell and Professor Lockhart in hand, you're still worried about getting hurt?"

"It's because of them that I'm worried." Draco showed disdain for them.

"I can understand what you mean, but you also need to know that the side you see is the side they show you to see."

"You mean they're not weaker than Professor Snape?" Draco asked angrily.

"I may not be as good as Professor Snape, but I'm confident that you're safe, Mr. Malfoy." Quirrell came down from the stairs and smiled.

"Why don't you stutter?" Draco muttered quietly.

Quirrell hadn't heard, and very few wizards knew about his situation, so he could understand Draco being prejudiced against him.

Draco looked at Magos with an unhappy face,

"My father would have broken my leg if he found out."

"He won't know."

"If I'm hurt, he'll know, and he has a lot of friends in the Ministry of Magic."

McGoth looked at Malfoy, who was still very uneasy,

"Listen, Draco, you're my friend, I won't ask you to come over and help me if I'm not completely sure, and we discussed it, you don't have to do it, you just need to bump the things in your hands into him like ordinary children do, and once he has the possibility of making a move, Professor Lockhart not far away will interrupt him as soon as possible, so I can guarantee your safety."

Hearing this, Draco took a deep breath,

"Then what do you need me to do, just hit him?"

"You can then apologize." Lockhart replied with a blank face.

"Apologize?" Malfoy had a look of disbelief.

"You want me to apologize to a wandering wild wizard?"

Lockhart shrugged,

"Then what do you want to say, blame the other party?"

Draco looked angrily at Lockhart, who couldn't help but laugh.

"Good idea." Magos said suddenly.

He looked at the three puzzled faces and explained,

"We've all forgotten a very important thing, he's a repeat offender, and he's also a wizard, so think about what you would do if an ordinary kid soiled your clothes and apologized to you very sincerely."

"In order not to arouse the minds of ordinary people, I think I will accept his apology." Quirrell spoke quickly.

"That's right, then you won't have a chance to lure him away, and it would be too bad to use a spell in a crowded place."

"So......" Quirrell looked at Malfoy.

"So he doesn't have to apologize, he just needs to play his true colors, Draco, do you remember the first time you saw Harry and Ron and me and Hermione?"

Looking at Magos's serious tone, Draco couldn't tell whether he was provoking him or really asking questions.

"Yes." He said sullenly.

"So you scold him with your usual attitude, where we don't dare to use spells, and neither does he, and if Quirrell apologizes to him, he's likely to agree and want to ask where you live, and get revenge at night."

"Why do I always feel like you're scolding me?" Draco's expression darkened, and he now regretted agreeing to him.

The corners of McGoss's mouth twitched, you can't blame me, you don't know what you usually do?

After Quirrell and Draco had exchanged lines, they got up and headed for their destination.

"Draco, you just have to use your usual attitude towards them, don't be too nervous." Inside the car, Draco's hand was lowered for a moment, only to be raised, showing his nervousness.

"I... I know. ”

After arriving at his destination, Quirrell used the Expulsion Charm to take the Polyjuice Potion in the public bathroom and changed into Mrs. Pince's appearance, and then changed into the lady's dress that had been prepared long ago, while Lockhart sat at a dessert table that middle-aged wizards must pass through and waited for him to appear.

"He showed up." Mrs. Pince walked over to Draco and whispered.

Draco nodded, and bought a large ice cream from the dessert shop, a little stiffly. Then it brewed for a while, revealing his usual expression.

"Corade, you wait for me." Mrs. Pince uttered the code words of action in the back.

"Hurry up." Draco looked back impatiently, then ran quickly.

"There are too many people here, stop running."

With that, Draco crashed into the middle-aged wizard and smeared the barely touched ice cream on him.

The middle-aged wizard's face was a little ugly as he watched his suit turn colorful, and just as he was about to reprimand Draco, Draco spoke.

"How do you walk? You've stained all my ice cream. Are you blind and won't let you? ”

The middle-aged wizard was speechless by Draco all of a sudden, how can this bear child blame him?

At this time, Mrs. Pince finally caught up, and hurriedly walked to the middle-aged wizard to apologize, saying that it was all to blame the child for being naughty, and that she took him to the side to help him clean it and would compensate him for the money for his clothes.

The middle-aged wizard's face eased slightly, and he was ready to refuse, he just needed to hide in a corner and use the cleansing charm.

"Obviously he hit me." Draco consciously added a sentence later.

The middle-aged wizard's brow jumped, and he looked down at Draco.

"The poor ghost walked around the corner, and he still crowded the road to stand in my way." This sentence completely made the middle-aged wizard make up his mind.

He gave Draco a deep look, agreed to Quirrell's suggestion, and walked with him to the alley in the corner. The mother probably also knew her son's character, so she didn't let him follow.

Draco watched as the two departed slowly retreated to the car.

"That guy is stupid." Draco gloated, he thought it would be dangerous, but he didn't think it would be so easy to succeed.

Magos glanced at him, and although he didn't know what he said, it could be seen from the expression of the middle-aged wizard that it must have been his mouth......