Although it was never intended to advertise for his own industry, it is clear that the Magic Walkman has succeeded in attracting the interest of the ghosts.

However, most of the ghosts that have been hanging for an unknown number of years are poor jingles, not to mention the high-priced special versions, even the most ordinary ones they can't afford to buy. Magos is not a fool, the ghost itself has no feelings, and even if he is good enough to give one to everyone, he will not be able to win their favor. And those ghosts who have money or descendants who have money are happy, they customized one on the spot, not because they didn't want to buy more, but because McGoth was only allowed to buy one, because it was difficult to make and took a long time. McGoss, who was supposed to leave early, had to stop to take these orders.

"This, how many gold gallons do it cost." When all the orders were recorded, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. Walking down the underground corridor, Ron looked at the orders on several pieces of paper, as if in a dream, he knew that the magic change Walkman was made by his father, and he didn't expect it to be so popular.

"Anyway, it's a lot, I'll have to inform Quirrell when I go back and ask him to help set the price." Although this incident was also very unexpected by McGoss, as a super-rich N-generation, he quickly calmed down.

Harry used to be a passive super otaku who didn't feel much about money, and now he is an independent wizard with a small amount of savings, and he still doesn't feel much about money, except for being happy for McGoss, not as exaggerated as Ron shows.

However, Hermione, as a high-IQ genius, quickly noticed the profit in it, and looked at McGoth with a somewhat complicated gaze, in all fairness, she still hoped that McGoth would focus on learning magic, but she also knew that this incident today was purely accidental, and she was not stupid enough to let McGoth give up this low-hanging fruit, she was not stupid.

By this time, the school was empty, and the demons and monsters had all gone back to their dormitories to rest. The silent hallway was only the sound of the four of them footsteps and Ron's uncontrollable exclamation.

"Wait." Harry suddenly stopped the other friends.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Didn't you hear?" Harry looked at her with an even stranger expression.

"Hear what?" Ron also took his attention off the order. Only McGoth's heart moved.

"Voice, I just heard someone talking. It's not far away. Harry looked at their inexplicable expressions and began to wonder if he had heard them wrong.

Ron and Hermione looked around in confusion, "Nobody, did you hear it wrong, McGoss, did you hear anything?" ”

Magos shook his head. "I hear our footsteps and your voice."

"Maybe I misheard." Harry said that, but in his heart he was sure that he had just heard someone speak. He felt a little nervous and looked back.

On the way back, McGoth felt nervous and relieved. Nervous because he had not been able to find the whereabouts of the diary, he felt uneasy, and relieved that it was not surprising that the Slytherin basilisk should have appeared, and the diary was obviously at Hogwarts. As long as he found the diary, the basilisk fangs in his hand were already hungry and thirsty.

Strangely, however, it had been several days since Harry had heard the basilisk, and no one or animal in the school had been attacked by the basilisk, which made Magos wonder if Harry had heard the basilisk that night, but it was difficult to ask him directly.

Snape's face became more and more gloomy when he was distracted by the fact that he was distracted at night making potions and several successive potions had failed. After another failed distraction, he finally threw him out of his room, the first time he had left Snape's office in this way.

"Magos?" This time Snape's words were a little ugly, and when McGoth was kneeling and begging for mercy from Snape, he didn't notice the handsome guy coming at him.

"Draco." When I saw Malfoy McGoss, I realized that it seemed to be a little early to come out today.

"Well, there's something I want to ask you." As he spoke, he led him to a corner.

"What's the matter?"

"That's right, remember that day in Diagon Alley, Harry accidentally went to Tumbledown Alley because he said the wrong spell and saw you and your father selling some antiques, because your father was there, so he hid and didn't let you find out."

Malfoy's heart tightened, and the eyes that looked at McGoth became nervous. He didn't hear the word antique in the back, only panic in his heart, what happened that day was seen by Harry? The things his father sold were all about the dark arts. If the Ministry of Magic finds out, it will be light to enter Azkaban.

"Draco." McGoth pushes Malfoy, who was reported by Harry and imprisoned in Azkaban.

"Huh? Oh, what, what, thing. Malfoy woke up and felt his back get wet.

"Antique, you know I like magic books, Harry said he saw you had a notebook, and you sold it to Borgin Bock? I'm going to buy it back. ”

"Antiques? Yes, yes, it's an antique. Malfoy was relieved to hear that McGoth was talking about antiques.

"How are you? Under the weather? McGoth gave him a strange look, he hadn't thought that the Ministry of Magic would arrest him for selling dark magic items, so he didn't know what Malfoy was nervous about.

"No, no, oh, yes, you're talking about the book, right, it's actually a blank notebook, and it's useless."

"A blank notebook? Have you opened it and seen it? McGoth didn't expect Malfoy to read the diary as well.

"Yes, I secretly flipped through it, you know, my father didn't allow me to touch those black, those antiques."

"Maybe it's a book that has been enchanted, but I'm still interested. I'll go to Bogin-Bock when I have time. ”

"Don't." Malfoy stopped it even if he didn't want to.

"How?" McGoth appropriately questioned.

"Well, I mean, that store is very expensive, there are a lot of fakes, and my father didn't sell him that notebook."

"So you didn't sell it." McGoth said regretfully.

"No," Malfoy actually said yes, but he didn't have to lie to him when he thought about the last time he took him to the Muggle world. "My dad put it in the Blotted bookstore, and he said it should be where it should be."

"And do you know who took it?" McGoth was a little excited, and Malfoy might know whose hand the diary was.

However, Malfoy shook his head innocently, saying that they had left after putting the book down, and did not see who had taken the notebook.

It's a shame that I didn't get the results I wanted at Malfoy, but the target was the wizard in the Blotts. But the trick is that because Lockhart was there that day to sign and sell books, the wizards in the school were there almost that day, how to investigate. And there's no way to say for sure that the diary was taken that day. It doesn't seem to be any different from the beginning.

Confused again, McGoth sighed, this feeling of knowing that there was a bomb in the house, but not finding it, was really uncomfortable.

The history of magic class in the afternoon waited for the long-lost illusion teaching, but looking at the International Wizarding Conference of 1289 in front of me, it still seemed boring. After class, McGoth called Sadako, who had been invited by Dumbledore as a staff member, and asked her why she didn't go to Nick's death party, and he subconsciously thought of ghosts and ghosts as a kind of creature.

"He didn't invite me, I'm different from them."

"Different?" Western ghosts and Eastern ghosts?

"They are afraid of death, I am not afraid." Sadako nodded, and saw that the other students also began to wake up one after another and left.

No way, the school had always been peaceful, and McGoth had to find Harry and ask him if he had heard any more strange noises.

"Didn't you hear that?" Harry didn't understand Magos's question.

"yes, I want to see if wizards also have auditory hallucinations." Harry complained about Magos's teasing, and finally told him that he hadn't heard it, emphasizing that he had actually heard it.

On this day, the peaceful school suddenly became lively, not the basilisk finally came out to harm people, but the headmaster Dumbledore announced that a transfer student was about to arrive at Hogwarts, in the image that most young wizards thought that there was only one Hogwarts in the school of witchcraft and wizardry, you can imagine how sensational and popular this transfer student would be. McGoth was shocked when he heard the news, although he had long known that what was happening now was different from the original plot, but this had changed too much. What the hell is this transfer student?

Garfield. Isaac. It's a wizard who suddenly wants to transfer from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States to Hogwarts. All the wizards in the school were talking about other schools of witchcraft and wizardry, even Hermione, who had always been serious.

"Didn't you already know about the existence of other magic schools, why are you looking forward to it?" McGoth watched as Hermione looked speechless, then moved on to the other schools of witchcraft and wizardry.

"Yes, I know, but I have never seen wizards from other schools, and I really want to go to other schools to see what it is like, if it will be an old castle like Hogwarts." Hermione put down the book and said expectantly.

It should be said that he is worthy of being British, no matter how well he suppresses the adventure gene in his body, he will still be unable to control what he is interested in.

McGoth closed the "Powerful Potion" that he stole last night, due to the high frequency of potion failures in the past few days, he finally found this not-so-evil potions book in the forbidden book area, wanting to see if he could learn some experience from other aspects, but there are too many non-mainstream potions in it, especially one called multi-handed potions. McGoth couldn't understand what that potion was for, you could understand how many hands you had under your armpits, why did you put a few hands on top of your head?

And just as the whole school was expecting the transfer students to arrive, Harry heard the voice again.