"Tell me what you've found." Not only Dumbledore, but even Flitwick looked at it curiously.

"Thorn in the thorn." McGoth smiled wryly. "I've been stabbed twice."

"Oh, that hurts." The corners of Dumbledore's mouth rose slightly.

You're always gloating. McGoth secretly slandered.

"yes, the point is that I also drank Hagrid's tea. It wasn't just pain. ”

"Oh? Could it be that the thorns of the thorn can bring out the effect of that tea leaf? Dumbledore lifted his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Yes, Mr. Headmaster. And if I take the liberty of asking how you found out that tea had that effect, if it weren't for that accident, I think I would have thought you were wrong, as Hagrid was. ”

"You know, Mr. Will, it's useful to read more books."

'Well, is he despising me?' ’

"You're right, Mr. Headmaster, but I don't think I've seen any description of this type of plant in Mr. Philidaspor's book, A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms."

"Of course, of course, but, you know, you can't introduce all plants in one book, and I think you should go to the library and see the books in it."

McGoth pouted, I would have gone if I could go to the library, "I see, Mr. Headmaster, I'll read more books later." I went on to talk about what happened to me. ”

He told Dumbledore in detail about what had happened last night, and Dumbledore showed concern for the hapless Ron.

"According to you, this does have some use. But—" Dumbledore shook his head, "the side effects are so great that I don't think any kids would want to try it." Flitwick nodded approvingly.

"Still, your findings are commendable. Gryffindor will be rewarded with 20 points. Dumbledore looked at him with admiration. It's just that now it's time for you to leave and go to class, Mr. Will, you're already late. McGoth looked at the watch on his wrist, and sure enough, he was ten minutes late.

"Then I'll leave first, Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick."

Watching McGoth walk out of the office, Dumbledore looked at Flitwick, "What do you think of Mr. Will?" ”

"A very smart, and not limited to the eyes, a very sunny young man. Well, it's naughty too. The professor laughed at the thought of what McGoth was doing in private.

"Yes." His gaze seemed to look through the door to McGoth walking down the hallway. "I talked to him before he went to school, and he didn't seem at all as ignorant as his peers, which gave me the illusion that he looked like a young man in his twenties."

"Some kids are always different." Professor Flitwick was unimpressed.

"You're right." The headmaster said with a smile, but his eyes were as flat as water, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Do you know why he made the portkey?" Dumbledore diverted the subject.

"Yes, but I promised him not to tell anyone else. And," Flitwick said confidently, "I don't believe there's anything to hide from you at school, Albus. ”

"Sorry Professor, I'm late." This class is the history of magic, Professor Binns was reading the textbook when he heard McGoss's words and nodded expressionlessly, let him in, and didn't say anything.

"Why didn't you come here until now?" Hermione asked as soon as she sat down.

"Professor Flitwick asked me something."

Harry and Ron also came over, and they whispered a few words, and after being warned by Professor Binns, they switched to chatting on small notes, and the morning class passed so uneventfully.

McGoth still cares more about Hermione today, but because of his involvement, although Hermione is not as good as the threesome relationship in the later part of the original book, she is not as disgusting as she was in the early stage. So there was no incident where Ron spoke badly to her and made her uncomfortable to hide in the women's bathroom and cry, which made McGoss breathe.

"McGoss, are you hiding something from me?" Hermione asked suddenly at lunch.

"No, why do you think so." He asked casually in a nonchalant tone.

"Your behavior was very abnormal in Charms class today, at first I thought you wanted to ask me about Charms, but then I remembered that you had already learned that spell, what did you suddenly want to do when you suddenly ran in front of me?" Hermione's tone was questioning.

"Yes, you caused my hard-won spell to fail." Ron also opened his mouth dissatisfied.

"I just heard the professor say that you have succeeded and want to go and see it, you think too much, okay, I have eaten, I have to go back and think about the Halloween costume at night." After saying that, without waiting for them to react, he quickly left the restaurant.

"What's wrong with him today, it always feels weird." Harry watched him leave, turning back to Ron and Hermione.

"Who knows, but he's right about one thing, it's just that hurry up and finish it, the Halloween party in the evening is important." Ron said as he feasted on the food in front of him.

After listening to Ron's words, Harry didn't bother about McGoss, and he began to think about whether he would also prepare a costume, but he was a little depressed when he thought that tonight was Halloween, and he didn't have time to arrange anything. Hermione was chatted with Ravindra, and she didn't have time to think about what McGoth had done in the morning.

When McGoth returned to his bedroom, he thought about the outfit he had prepared for the night, remembered it from memory, and hid it in his closet before Harry and Ron returned.

When Harry and the others returned, Magos and Ron offered to help Harry make a costume, otherwise it would be boring for everyone to have it and he wouldn't have it.

"I really don't want to go past this afternoon's Defence Against the Dark Arts." Magos used his wand to connect various rags to cover up his plans for the afternoon.

Harry looked at him with a frown, "McGoss, I think Professor Quirrell is very nice, he is very polite to us except for a little timid, I don't understand why you have the same opinion of him as Snape." Ron looked at him quizzically, too, and nodded sharply.

"Maybe I'm not used to seeing him so timid, and Fred, didn't they say that his big scarf was stuffed with garlic just in case of impossible vampires." McGoth shrugged.

"Fred, they're just kidding, and besides, everybody can be very scared of something, let alone a powerful dark creature, it's possible that he's scared like this." Harry's tone was hesitant.

"Maybe, Ron, don't be lazy, why isn't the block you're responsible for yet." McGoth said nothing more when he saw that it was almost over.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts in the afternoon was as boring as usual, and Quirrell was always the same cautious and pitiful look, always talking about spells and not teaching them when they would have the most effect. McGoth pretended to be looking for something on purpose. Raising his hand to ask Quirrell what to do if he met a werewolf in the wild, Quirrell couldn't answer. McGoth redirects the question of whether vampires are really afraid of silver and crosses. Again, he did not answer. Hermione tugged at the corner of his coat underneath and told him not to ask, he ignored him.

"Professor, you should let us know how to protect ourselves against those dark creatures, what kind of spell is best for what kind of dark creatures, etc."

Professor Quirrell's face flushed, and he was muttering something that no one understood.

In fact, McGoth had decided to do this a long time ago, in order to make him unable to release the trolls on Halloween night, he wanted to make trouble in his class, he believed that the real Quirrell should know all the questions he asked, but for some reason this fake just didn't say, he guessed that it might be that Voldemort didn't want him to teach them, or maybe Voldemort deliberately didn't let this controlled personality know this. The reason he did this was to lure Dumbledore out, so that the fake Quirrell would not dare to act rashly. But it's not enough to just ask a few questions, this Quirrell will also be suppressed by Voldemort, and he needs to add some more gas, preferably to attract a few deans first.

He took a sharp step forward, and Quirrell looked frightened and took a few steps back, but anyone who was there around him would notice that his hands were trembling slightly, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

"Are you crazy?" Hermione and Harry pulled him hard.

"Professor, since you can't teach us anything, I don't think I need to stay here any longer, I'll go back first." With that, he shook off Hermione and Harry's hands and swaggered out of the classroom. The students in the classroom looked at the red-faced professor and were silent.

"This damn guy, I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him." When Quirrell returned to the office, he was talking to himself with a frenzied face.

"Quirrell, pay attention to your real mission." A muffled voice came from the back of his head.

"But I can't help it, master, he humiliates me like this." After saying that, another expression appeared on his angry face, two expressions, one furious and the other respectful, kept changing on his face, and finally Voldemort suppressed his emotions.

"Remember, it's my business that matters."

"Yes, my master."

…………………

"You really shouldn't be today, Magos, even if you don't like Professor Quirrell, you shouldn't say anything so serious, the professor is angry with you and doesn't lecture anymore."

"Did he deduct Gryffindor points?" McGoth interrupted her and asked.

"Say, I've never seen Professor Quirrell so angry, and he deducted 20 points from us on the spot." Hermione said angrily.

"Hermione, did you think anyone would tell the other professors about this?"

"Now you know you're scared? But you should be thankful that if you were taking a class with another college today, someone would definitely tell the other professors. Hermione glanced at him angrily, and then saw Professor McGonagall, who had just come out of the other professors, lowered her voice, "Don't talk about this, Professor McGonagall is not far away, and she will be miserable if she knows you."

"Hermione." McGoth suddenly had a serious expression on his face, "I also think I went too far this time, I shouldn't have done that to Professor Quirrell, I feel very sorry for the professor, so, I decided to go to Professor McGonagall to give my own little report." With that, he ignored the sluggish Hermione and walked towards Professor McGonagall with a non-hesitating expression.