Hermione stared at him with wide eyes. "I don't have ......"

"Then why do you say you're dizzy, you won't think that the professor knocked you unconscious, let's state first, I definitely didn't do anything." Magos raised his hands and said with a serious face.

"I... I... I don't know. Hermione bowed her head cutely, and McGoth covered her mouth and snickered.

"And what did the professor tell you? Does he have any comments about me? ”

"I didn't say anything, just let us work hard. Let me not mess with anything in the future. As for you, he thinks it's better not to call you in the future. ”

"Woo......" Hermione looked down in frustration.

Seeing that she believed her, McGoth couldn't help but breathe a sigh ......of relief.

After finishing one of the softeners in his hand, McGoth accidentally saw the tea he had brought back from Hagrid some time ago, and he patted his head, forgetting about it. He took out a little and soaked it, ready to taste it, and feel it.

"It's still hard to drink." He looked at the bitter tea in front of him, wondering if he needed to add something more to it to have an effect.

Except for the occasional messenger, Hedwig, who spent most of the time hanging outside, flew in, and as soon as they entered the bedroom, their eyes quickly looked at the cage where the thorn was kept.

The thorn may also feel the threat from the biological chain of nature, and it is rare to be cautious by nature, half-arched and slightly exposed eyes, and the rest of the place is covered by thorns.

They may feel that their dignity has been challenged, their eyes sharpened, and they slowly walked to the cage with two small paws.

Probably wanting to let the assassin feel the fear of racial oppression up close, Xiaobai picked the pin open with his mouth to open the cage door.

They just wanted to scare the ratoid that looked like a hedgehog, but the stinger's suspiciousness made him think that if he didn't take the initiative to attack, it would definitely be used as a snack. It didn't make a sound, and jumped up and attacked like it did last time.

Xiaobai, Ash and Hedwig were startled, fluttering and flying away, and then they were really annoyed, and they were actually frightened by a guy who was supposed to lie down obediently to make food. With a grunt, he rushed over and pecked at the tender flesh on the man's stomach with his beak.

The stinger is not stupid, it shrinks itself into a ball, and jumps up as soon as it hits the ground, so that the three owls have nothing to do with it for the time being, but it consumes more physical strength like this, and it will definitely be used as a snack after a long time. However, it has no choice but to do so.

McGoss, who was drinking tea inside, heard the movement here, he thought it was Ron and Harry fighting, and screamed uselessly, so he got up helplessly.

"Xiaobai, Xiaogray, Hedwig, what are you doing?" McGoth came out stunned by the scene in front of him, he didn't see the thorn, it had just jumped to an angle he hadn't noticed.

Hearing the voice of the owner (the owner's friend), Xiaobai, Xiaoshen and Hedwig all consciously flew back to the window, slowly arranging their wings, looking very well-behaved. McGoth looked at them suspiciously, but didn't think much about it, and was ready to go back and continue drinking tea to see if he could feel a little better.

But what McGoth didn't know was that the three owls stopped moving, but that didn't mean that the stinger had also stopped, especially when it saw McGoss, its originally cautious little eyes were suddenly filled with infinite anger.

It was the human who did the same to me. Let me be teased by those three owls. Two of its little eyes flashed with such thoughts. And then, when he landed again, it no longer cared about the three owls, and it would stab the culprit again.

McGoth had just turned his head halfway when he saw something gray-brown flying towards him.

'Why is this thing so familiar?' Before he could use his mind to figure out what it was, his body helped him remember.

"it." However, he was no longer able to express his memories with his mouth. Only screaming.

He clutched his arms in pain, the familiar sensation spread all over his body, and a crystal teardrop fell uncontrollably.

'It's so painful, it's so numb, it's so sore, itchy, itchy, it'......' he couldn't describe his sense of touch in words.

The three owls seemed to know that they were in trouble, and flew out without looking back.

"Magos, what's wrong?" Harry, Ron, and the others, who heard Magos yelling, rushed over.

The anger that had already dissipated after completing the revenge saw Harry and the others rekindle again. At that time, all three humans had arrived, and there were a few other humans, just in time for it to complete the supergod. It jumped up again, and then their cries of pain rang out from the boys' dorm room.

After a long time, Magos quickly controlled the stinger who was still bouncing around and put him back in the cage.

"Magos, how did it get out?" Harry hunched his face and wrinkled, he was unlucky, there was a magical flame in the bedroom, the temperature was just right, he didn't wear much, he was pierced in the stomach, perfect interpretation of the idiom of heart-wrenching.

Ron and the other boys who had been affected by the fish looked at the stinger in the cage with hatred, eager to eat it alive, when had they ever suffered such a pain.

"I don't know, but I guess they released it, and it was already outside when I came, and your Hedwig, my little white and Hermione's little gray were flying around inside at that time."

Hearing this, Harry looked helpless. The anger in my heart has nowhere to vent, and it is uncomfortable to hold back.

"By the way, Harry, did you feel anything other than the pain?" He suddenly thought of the experiment he had been trying to do with them, and this time he was unlucky enough to be stabbed again, but the subject was also there.

"Other sensations." Harry gave him a confused look, frowning as if he had just felt again. I shuddered in pain.

"No, it's just pain, I don't feel anything else, do you have it?" As he spoke, he looked back at the brothers around him. They all gave Mygoth a strange look. Then they collectively remembered and then shuddered, and all shook their heads.

Looking at the simple little face in front of him, McGoth suddenly felt like crying, wouldn't it......

"Magos, Magos, what's wrong with you?" Seamus shook his head.

"It's okay, it's okay, Seamus, do you feel anything else?" McGoth looked at him hopefully.

Seamus looked at his expectant eyes and swallowed, "No, I don't feel anything else. ”

"Oh." His voice was weak.

Seamus felt that he was not normal today, so it was better not to disturb him.

Why, on earth, why do I feel differently, do I really have expectations for pain that I don't even know about? He shuddered at thought and quickly shook his head.

'No, no, I'm normal, how could I. He vigorously denied his conjectures, and tried to remember what the same thing had been done twice when he was pierced.

'Spellcasting?' Probably not, Harry, they've all used the same spells I've used lately. What was that eaten? No, Harry, they ate the same as me, and they ate the same last time. Did I bring some magic items? No, I don't have any magic props, except for a few prank toys, which Harry also has. What is it??? He patted his head.

'Or have I drunk some potions lately?' No, I don't have to drink any potions, I just drank some tea at most. Thinking of this, he was suddenly stunned.

"yes, tea, how did I forget this." His sudden shout startled the boys around him who were discussing how to fix the stabbing guy.

"Magos, what the hell is wrong with you, I felt something was wrong with you from the beginning." Ron looked at him worriedly.

"It's okay, I just found an answer." He waved his hand. The more I looked down and thought about it, the more I had in common, the biggest thing they had in common was that they drank Hagrid's tea, and this tea was still valued by Dumbledore.

'Could it be that Thorn's thorn can react with Hagrid's magic tea?' I just don't know if it's good or bad. He thought of what Hagrid had said about Dumbledore's assessment of the tea.

"Everybody let me go." He called the boys huddled around the thorn out of the way. I don't see anyone at all, I am a conscious stab for fish and meat. The creature was glaring at everyone with its mung bean eyes, not timid at all. He took out his wand and pointed it at it.

"Yugadim, Leviosa!" A levitation spell struck it. The stinger felt the familiar uncontrollable sensation and struggled for a few moments before moving away, as if resigned to his fate.

"Magos, it's a levitation charm." Harry gave him an envious look.

"Professor Flitwick said he would teach us tomorrow, and I didn't even recognize the last time you used this to bring the thorn back."

"It's easy to memorize the mantra as long as you get in touch, okay, we'll talk later. Spread out, I'm going to do an experiment. Everyone obediently gathered in a large circle and looked curiously at the central McGoth experiment.

"Ron, open the cage." The cage is too small, and the experiment doesn't feel anything.

"What? In case it runs away again......" Ron looked reluctant.

"Don't worry, I didn't pay attention just now, I didn't just put it safely in the cage last time."

"Okay......" He walked over to the edge of the cage, first cautiously glanced at the floating thorns, and then opened the cage door with lightning speed and ran back to the position where he had just been.

Magos controlled his mana to get the thorn out of the cage, trying to use the same standard of mana to keep it floating around in a plane, but it was difficult, and sometimes the mana output was either too large or too small. So the little wizards around watched the thorn guy go up and down like a roller coaster, thinking that it was McGoth punishing him, and couldn't help but feel a little pity for him, but thinking of the pain just now, they quickly abandoned it. Sneered and looked at the thorns up and down.

'Well deserved......