Ever since he had made the plan for the magic card that day, Magos could think about his own business with peace of mind.

Of course, the most heart-wrenching thing for him at the moment is the last time he was stabbed by the stabbing guy, and he still can't believe that he may be shaking M. He was tempted to try to prick the others with a thorn to see if they would have that sour feeling, but both Harry and Ron suddenly became wary and didn't give him a chance at all.

"Harry, Ron, why haven't you slept lately?" This is McGoth's question one day.

"I don't know why, every time I want to continue sleeping, I feel a full malice approaching me, and I am suddenly awakened, and then I can't sleep." That's Ron's answer.

"I think you're going to do something bad to me if I sleep in." These were Harry's exact words.

In response, McGoth was furious and said what bad things can I do to you???

However, in this way, his subjects are gone, and as for the rest of the people in the dormitory, it seems that no one has ever slept in......

Halloween is just around the corner, and the school is filled with the joy of the upcoming holiday. Everywhere you go, you can see students discussing what role Halloween will play. Magos and Hermione strolled down the windswept hallway. I don't know what Quirrell was thinking, but he asked them to go to his office. Before McGoth went, he told Harry that if he didn't return in the afternoon, he told them to go to Headmaster's office to find Headmaster Dumbledore. The two of them originally looked disappreliant, but they couldn't stand the serious face of McGoss, and finally nodded seriously in agreement.

"Hermione, how did you think about what I told you last time?" McGoth told Hermione all his thoughts two days ago, saying that he hoped she would agree with him, but Hermione was very angry at the time and said that he would not be with him, let alone be his accomplice, he had no choice but to wait for her to calm down before telling her about it.

McGoth felt that the temperature was just right today, just enough for Hermione to think calmly about his proposal, and by the way, to lower her anger.

"No way, Magos, I told you last time, I'm not going to fight for the tiger." Hermione's little face turned red, and she didn't know if she was angry or frozen.

"Hermione, why do you think I'm doing something wrong?" McGoth looked at him helplessly.

"Are you doing the right thing, we're here to learn magic, why are you bringing our set here, we're not here to play, you should know that."

"Hermione, you know, not everyone is as smart as you, and most of us need to relax when faced with the same thing."

"Ha, these are all excuses, when you can't keep up with other people's footsteps, you will say this, shouldn't you work harder at that time." Hermione's disdain made him angry.

"Why do you always trust me, even a little bit?"

"Why?" Hermione smacked him with big eyes, "You're asking me why, is it good that you teach students to play poker?" And you actually make some magic cards, and you still play and charge. It's unbelievable. ”

"I'm just trying to get you to find an interesting game, isn't that wrong, ten silver west is just I don't want our hard work to go to waste, do you think that's a lot? And you think I'm willing to do something so complicated, what's in it for me? McGoth couldn't hold back his anger a little, why did Hermione always think that she must be right, even if he did something bad, but there was no need to veto it all. His original intention was really just to make a popular game in schools, and he thought that poker was only because it was easy to play, and the most important thing was that there was no such activity in the wizarding world. Do you want him to have a flying chess competition? Wouldn't that be a plaything? But few people would be interested, knowing that wizarding chess in the wizarding world is much more interesting than flying chess.

Hermione snorted and stopped talking, walking straight to Quirrell's office.

"Forget it, since you're not interested in my suggestion, I won't force you, the twisted melon is not sweet." McGoth looked at her stubborn expression and suddenly had no interest in speaking, and walked behind her in silence.

As she was about to arrive at Quirrell's office, Hermione suddenly spoke, "McGoss, you and I are both from the world of ordinary people, and we should cherish this opportunity even more. Everything here is much more interesting than ours, and I hope you can learn magic as well as I do, instead of indulging in boring stuff, and I can feel that a lot of pure-blood wizards here look down on us, especially Slytherins. So shouldn't we try harder in this situation? Surpass them and smash their self-righteousness. She turned her head to look McGoth in the eye.

"Actually, I admired you a lot before I came to school, although I don't want to admit it, but I do think that you are smarter than me, whether it is the spells you learned before me or the fact that you can successfully make a potion as advanced as the elixir." It was the first time to be so heartfelt by Hermione, McGoth was a little overwhelmed, if she continued to make noise, he could ignore her, but her current tone made him feel guilty, and he subconsciously interrupted her when he heard this.

"Well, the elixir has failed."

"But you made a new potion, didn't you? I always thought you would make the jaws of those pure-blood wizards who looked down on us on our behalf, but what I didn't expect was. Hermione's words left him speechless.

"Since you came to Hogwarts, you don't have the kind of initiative that I just met you in addition to your normal classes, and you now think more of the kind of person who is capable but not enterprising." Hermione looked hateful, and when she heard this, Magos suddenly understood why she was so angry every time she heard him say that, it turned out that she was not only angry at their playthings, but also angry that he didn't fully focus on studying.

"Hermione." McGoth looked at her calmly, and gestured with his hand to the bench in the corner.

"There are some things I can't say, you don't understand it, just take the tournament I organized, my biggest idea in making this magic card is to have fun, I don't deny this, I've always told you that. But there's a deeper idea you don't see. ”

"What an idea." Hermione hesitated, but sat down in her chair with him.

"I wanted to turn the four Hogwarts houses into one. Instead of fighting openly and secretly as it is now. ”

"Isn't there competition to be motivated, I don't think there's anything wrong with this, and you want to integrate the four major colleges by playing poker, what are you kidding." Hermione gave him a disdainful look.

"Yes, of course, it is impossible to rely on poker alone, but what if I have a plan for the future." McGoth smiled.

Hermione looked at McGoth's confident expression and her face slowly became serious, "Why do you want to integrate the four major colleges, what good will it do you in this way, and you can really do it?" I doubt you have a lot of surprising ideas, but that's all there is to it? Although you have a good relationship with the four academies now, they will still fight for it when the real competition comes. This is evident even to us freshmen. ”

"That's right, there's really no need to look at my thoughts now, because our competition is from within. As for my ideas, I have more in my head than you think. He smiled and continued: "I don't think the competition is in conflict with my ideas now, like you said that competition will be motivated, but what I want is for them to just compete within the school, in case one day a group of people from outside the school who are hostile to us will work together, not fight separately like now." ”

"How can there be people outside the school who are hostile to us, and this is the school, and there are people who are hostile to students?" Hermione had a joking look on her face.

"I'm just saying what if, and let's take Quidditch for example, each of the four houses is not the strongest, but if you put the strongest players of the four teams in one team, how strong that team will be."

"But Quidditch is only our own game, and it can't be compared to anyone else."

"yes, it's a shame that there are no other opponents." He muttered to himself. McGoth was bored with the fact that Quidditch was just an internal school match, and why no one in the past had thought of holding a Quidditch match like the Goblet of Fire.

"So you don't have anything to say." Hermione smirked at him, feeling that she had won.

McGoth looked at her speechlessly, really entangled, but he didn't expect that he didn't convince her in the end, but was refuted by her and had nothing to say. He shook his head, "Anyway, my idea is that it won't become, and what doesn't happen now doesn't mean it won't happen in the future, since you don't want to, forget it." ”

Hermione was helpless at his insistence, she didn't understand what he was doing this for, even if someone was hostile to Hogwarts in the future, wouldn't it be Headmaster Dumbledore, she had read the introduction to the Headmaster, a whole thick book. His accomplishments and power were unimaginable, and even the mysterious man she had learned from some newspapers and profiles that had dominated the entire wizarding world at the time could no match him.

McGoth decided not to waste words with Hermione anymore, her insistence was not something he could shake, even in the original book, if it wasn't for Harry and Ron who saved her life, she probably wouldn't have gotten so close to them, and now she can only take one step at a time, but he still has a sense of unhappiness and decadence.

'Don't I have any royal spirit in me, and I can't even handle a teenage girl?' What a shame on the traverser......'