"You lied to me, this is obviously more painful than simple pain." Ron, who was crying, finally relented and pointed at McGoth to accuse.

McGoth looked at him innocently, "I've been stabbed twice, and it's this feeling. Ron was speechless.

"I'll give you a computer this Christmas, haven't you kept asking me about this?" McGoth coaxed a child.

"Really?" As soon as he heard that Magos was going to give him a Muggle thing, he immediately forgot about the pain.

"Really." He returned with a sincere face. "But first you have to tell me how you felt, and did you still have the feelings I said?" He asked a little impatiently.

Ron nodded bitterly, "More than you said, I can't describe it at all, I just feel uncomfortable." ”

"You now try to cast the spell that you've learned, but rarely succeeds, and see if it works." McGoth gave him the wand Ron had placed on the table.

Ron hesitantly took it, "Does it really work?" ”

"You'll know if you've tried it yourself. Even if the failure has no effect, you should be able to feel it. ”

"Okay." As he spoke, he picked up the cage and pointed his wand at the thorn. The corners of McGoth's mouth twitched, and it seemed that the fate of this stinger would be very rough in the future.

"Daisies, sweet cream, and sunshine, turn this thorn yellow." Ron recited the spell on the train. It wasn't unlike the last time, this time a red light shot from the tip of his wand and struck the thorn.

Harry and the others looked at the caged stabber expectantly, and the others looked at it curiously. However, the thorn is still gray-brown, and it seems that it has not changed.

"It's useless." Ron hung his head in frustration, feeling that the pain he had just suffered had been in vain, and Harry gave him a sympathetic look and then looked at Magos worriedly, afraid that he would give up on himself. As a result, McGoth's face was not frustrated at all, and he was still looking at the assassin seriously.

"Magos, it's not discolored." Harry stepped up and whispered.

"No, it's changed, look at where it just got hit by Ron." Saying that, he gave the cage to the curious crowd.

"Ron, don't be discouraged, you just used this spell no different than you used to." McGoth casually picked up the notebook on the table and looked at Ron seriously.

"No, I feel the same as before." Ron wanted to see the thorn too.

"Think about it, do you feel smoother than before?"

"It seems to be, and it doesn't seem to be, I really don't know." Ron was a little messy.

"Well, it's okay, maybe one time is too little, a few more times will make you feel clearly." McGoth was talking to himself as he recorded.

Ron looked at him in horror, 'How many more?' ’

"I'll go see the thorn." After saying that, he immediately hid in the crowd.

McGoth ignored him, wondering if he should show Dumbledore the discovery, but he felt that even if Dumbledore agreed with the discovery, it wouldn't necessarily be implemented. It's unbearable to be stabbed by that little thing, and it's cruel to let these children endure this pain. He sighed and put away his notebook, deciding to tell Dumbledore that it wasn't his concern if he knew it or not.

"It's Halloween at night, have you thought of playing any ghosts?" Awakened in the morning by the sweet and enticing smell of roasted pumpkin, Ron had clearly forgotten about the tragic experience of last night, and asked about their long-awaited first holiday as he dressed.

"I haven't figured it out yet, and we don't have any props, and first-year students aren't allowed to go to Hogsmeade to buy anything." Harry looked regretful.

"We can use spells to make something simple, I've decided, I'm going to play a vampire. That must be cool. Seamus opened his mouth wide and bit like a man.

"What about you, Dean." Ron subconsciously ignored McGoss, it seems that he didn't forget, but was afraid.

"Ah, me? I didn't think about it, I'll see how the senior ones do when the time comes, and I'll dress up next year. ”

"Neville, what about you?" Ron asks them one by one about their Halloween preparations. When he asked about McGoss, he looked visibly nervous. He was a little skeptical that yesterday was too much.

"I'll talk about it then, and if someone tells us to dress up at that time, let's see it, what about you, are you ready?" In the face of McGoss's rhetorical question, Ron didn't speak, just said with a mysterious face that he would know when you arrived. Seamus looked at him angrily when he heard this.

"Okay, don't make a fuss, let's go to breakfast first, or you'll be late." Harry interrupts Ron and Seamus' fight.

Everyone in the restaurant was discussing how to spend Halloween in the evening, and McGoth asked Hermione curiously, and it was rare that Hermione had already figured out what to play, but no matter how he asked, Hermione didn't say who she was going to play.

On the way to the classroom, McGoth rubbed his chin and wondered if he should play a role since most people were involved. Thinking of the magic card that was about to be completed, his eyes lit up and he thought of a playful character.

The first lesson in the morning was Professor Flitwick's Charms class, which the young wizards had been looking forward to since the end of the last Charms class. In this lesson, Professor Flitwick will guide them through the levitation spell.

The approachable little Professor Flitwick started the class with a flying charm, but this time there was nothing, he smiled and used his wand to control a book to make it float in the air, and everyone's eyes were drawn to the next lesson.

The professor gave them a brief explanation of what the spell did and where it came from, and then began to teach them the spell. When he felt that it was almost enough, he divided the class into groups of two and began to train freely. Harry and Seamus were in a group, Neville and Dean were in a group, Hermione and Ron were in a group, Mygoth was in a group with Parvati, and a few other groups were all eager to chant incantations to the feathers in front of them with their wands.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!" Parvati tried her feathers a few times, but only moved slightly, and she lowered her wand in frustration.

"McGoth, why don't you practice." She looked strangely at the team members who had been absent-minded since the end of the assignment.

"Oh, nothing." McGoth shook his head, "I'm thinking about something, your incantation just now is a little fast, you try to slow down, add some emotion, I have something to ask the professor, I'll be back later." ”

Looking at McGoss, who was walking towards the professor, Parvati said a few words in dissatisfaction, but still listened to his advice and gave it a try. Sure enough, it was much better than just now, at least leaving the table.

"McGoss, what's the matter?" Professor Flitwick asked happily as he looked at his favorite student walking towards him.

"Professor, can I ask you a favor?" Magos said in a low voice.

"Oh? Looks like you've got a problem, tell me about it. Professor Flitwick was curious.

"Professor, can you give the portkey a prop to resist the spell?"

"Doorkey?" The smile on Professor Flitwick's face vanished and became serious.

"Magos, not to mention whether you can put a spell on your portkey, did you know that you have to apply to the Ministry of Magic to register before you can make a portkey? Be aware that the consequences of using an unapproved door key can be very serious. He glanced at McGoss, who was in a daze. The Ministry of Magic's Portkey Office has very strict restrictions on its use, so why do you suddenly ask about this, it's a far cry from what you're learning now. ”

McGoth looked at the students around him speechless, and Professor Flitwick saw that he didn't want to say it here, and nodded understandingly, "I won't leave after class later, you can talk about it." ”

McGoth was pardoned, "Thank you, Professor. ”

"Alright, now you can go back to your seat and practice." As he spoke, he saw Hermione float her feathers four feet above their heads, and said happily, "Oh, well done! Look, Miss Granger has made it! You can ask Miss Granger about the steps. ”

Seeing this scene, McGoth suddenly remembered, it seems that now Ron said something that stimulated Hermione to hide in the women's bathroom and cry, and then she was blocked by the troll. Thinking of this, he was not calm, although in the original book she was unharmed in the end, but he didn't dare to bet, what if Ron didn't go, what if Ron didn't succeed in using this spell, what if they were a step slower, there was no him in the original world, there were too many accidents that could arise here.

He hurriedly squeezed over, and most of the female classmates looked at him strangely, thinking that the professor was in a hurry to ask for advice as soon as he finished speaking.

Parvati was also a little confused. Didn't he just teach me how to get to Hermione?' ’

And the boys had all seen the levitation charm he had used on the assassin last night, and knew that he had mastered it much better than Hermione, so what were he doing with Hermione now. He was equally curious about his current behavior.

McGoth ignored the gaze around him, and in a few steps he walked to Hermione and Ron. But it was different from what he imagined. Hermione didn't look stimulated at all, and Ron was concentrating on casting a spell on the feather, and the feather in front of him floated off the table, but his sudden appearance startled him, and the feather fell.

"McGoss, what's the matter?" Ron asked, puzzled, and Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

McGoth looked at the two of them who didn't have anything happening and smiled awkwardly, "It's nothing. I'll just walk around and just eat too much for breakfast. Haha, haha. You go on. ”

Hermione glanced at him speechlessly, and turned back to guide Seamu, who had come over to ask her for advice. Ron was also a little dissatisfied with his answer, and pursed his lips and began to use the spell on the feathers again.

"It's completely changed...... McGoth sighed as he returned to his seat.