After leaving the bookstore, McGoth and Harry were laughing and laughing on the surface, but in fact, since they had already left the bookstore, the Malfoys had not yet appeared, which made him a little anxious. Luckily, they met head-on around a corner.

Neither Mr. Weasley nor Lucius Malfoy expected to suddenly meet their mutual haters, and just when McGoth thought Lucius was about to start taunting the Weasleys and then took the opportunity to shove the notebook to Ginny, he suddenly turned his gaze to him.

Lucius made no secret of the disgust in his eyes, and he said to McGoth in a condescending tone, "You are McGoss. Will, a Muggle descendant. ”

McGoth glanced at him, and didn't bother to pay attention to this kind of villain who was destined to be slapped in the face by the protagonist. He looked past him to Draco behind him. Malfoy. Draco seemed to have anticipated his father's attitude and gave him an apologetic look. McGoth shook his head to indicate that it was nothing.

"Malfoy, what do you want to do?" Mr. Weasley took a step forward, blocking McGoth behind.

Lucius gave Mr. Weasley a mocking look, "You can control what I do." Instead of standing up for irrelevant people here, you might as well earn more money, I don't think you can even afford to buy all the school supplies for your children, it's pathetic. ”

"Bastard." Mr. Weasley's face flushed and he took another step forward.

"Arthur, don't do that." Mrs. Weasley shouted from behind. The twins, fearing that the world would rush behind their father to cheer him on, were then carried behind by Mrs. Weasley.

"You know, I'm telling the truth, and you look like you want to do something with me?" Lucius looked haughtily at Mr. Weasley.

Then, as if sensing Magos communicating with his son, he turned his head and glared at Draco fiercely, who lowered his head in fear.

"I don't want my son to mix with those inferior people." He said, glancing at McGoth and Hermione. "The noble Malfoys don't fall like the Weasleys, don't you?"

Lucius's vicious words made Mr. Weasley completely furious, and he rushed over and punched Lucius in the face, Lucius expected Mr. Weasley to make a move, quickly took a step back, and then counterattacked. Mr. Weasley was not hit, and Mrs. Weasley screamed in horror behind her.

However, Mr. Weasley was better than the pampered Lucius, who hit Malfoy twice in a row after losing the opening set, and the twins cheered in triumph from behind.

Hagrid's massive body suddenly emerged from behind Malfoy, and he strode between the two to prevent them from continuing the beating.

One of Lucius's eyes and face was hit and blue, and the corner of Mr. Weasley's mouth was broken.

"It's none of my business who your family friends with, but I warn you, don't pull the Malfoys. Hum. He shook Hagrid's large hand away and grabbed Draco's shoulders and hurried away.

Mr. Weasley was shaking with rage, and if Hagrid hadn't been holding him tightly, he would have chased after him and punched him again.

McGoth looked at the Malfoy father and son in the distance, and his mind was a little stunned, is this plot wrong, you just left? Did you forget to leave something behind......

The Weasleys and Harry and Hermione looked at the stunned McGoth a little worried, as long as they were not blind, they could see that Lucius was targeting him this time. For fear that he would be stimulated, especially when they knew that he was still a Super Second Gen in the Muggle world.

"Don't take it personally, McGoth, Malfoy was once a Death Eater, and he has a bad attitude towards non-pure-blood wizards, not just against you."

Arthur's words woke up McGoss, who was still thinking about the diary, and he smiled unnaturally and said that it was okay, he didn't pay attention to it. However, his expression made them even more worried, an expression that wanted to comfort but didn't know how. McGoth didn't have the heart to explain, he was now thinking about the diary, and he was still thinking about taking the diary in Ginny's hand and not listening to his temptation even if he didn't seal it, so that he could suppress the appearance of the teenager Tom Riddle to the greatest extent, and as long as he didn't show up, the basilisk in the school would not come out to hurt people, so that the second grade could be said to be the safest and most stable.

But now that Lucius didn't give the diary to Ginny, who would he give the diary to? Does Draco know? Can a wizard who gets the diary resist the temptation of the diary? Does the Journal still appear at Hogwarts? Will not a single student be in danger of his life this time like in the original plot? One question after another made his head bigger, and his biggest hole card has always been the unpredictable prophet, and now the plot can be said to have changed from the beginning, are those plots in his head still useful?

"McGoth, McGoth. You okay? Your face looks so bad. Hermione's worried tone brought McGoth back to her senses.

"It's okay, I just thought about something, please. Don't worry. McGoth shook his head, trying to shake out all the doubts in his heart. He looked down at Viadandy and smiled bitterly, "Little guy, this time the problem is big, the biggest plug-in has always been useless, and I don't know what will happen this school year." But fortunately, with you, at least I have the ability to protect myself now, unlike last year, when any person or ghost could knock me down. ”

Thinking that Magos had been stimulated by Lucius, the group returned to Magos's shop in silence. Quirrell watched them go out happily, only to come back knowing what was going on, and he didn't just ask, but gave each of them a glass of chilled fruit.

Quirrell knew what was going on, and at first thought that McGoth was stimulated, but when he said bad things about Lucius to McGoss, he found that his face was full of indifference, and he knew that he was not stimulated at all, he was just thinking about things.

Quirrell then told the others, and though they were still skeptical, they were relieved, and Arthur pulled Quirrell into a corner to talk about things, and Mrs. Weasley looked at her husband's back and tried to stop him, but finally looked at the children around her, and only sighed.

"So you agreed? What about your wife, she also agreed? Quirrell wasn't surprised by Mr. Weasley's sudden consent, he thought it would be strange if he was still hesitating, a man was humiliated like that in front of his wife and children, if there was really no way to change it, he would look down on him a little if he had the opportunity to change it.

"Mo Li, she didn't refuse." Mr. Weasley let out a heavy sigh.

"Quirrell, do you think this can really earn Galleons?"

"You can rest assured that in a few years, Lucius will never be able to use this to run you again."

"That's not what I mean..."Mr. Weasley still wanted to be reckless, but it was a fact and he had no other excuse, as if all his strength had been drained at once, and he said a little frustratedly, "Well, I'm short of Galleons right now, the children's tuition, books, and other miscellaneous things, it's really hard for the family to afford it, and I don't want them to use other people's old things anymore, Ron always wanted a new pet, but I couldn't buy it for him, and George and Fred, Many of their clothes are still used by Charlie and Bill, but they never care, and they are happy every day. I know they want to have their own things, but I can't satisfy them, you say I'm useless, busy with this and that at the Ministry of Magic every day, but I can't even afford to buy new clothes for the children. ”

Quirrell patted Arthur on the shoulder, "You're a great father, none of your children have ever made a fuss because of this, they all understand you and love you very much, you don't have to blame yourself for it, and." He smiled, "I think you'll soon be worried about where to use the extra Galleons." ”

Arthur restrained his emotions and acknowledged Quirrell's half-truths, "I wish that day had come sooner, but I think I'll buy a few robes for the kids and Morido first, so they don't have to wear the same one every day." ”