"Is he crazy?" By the time Hermione had reacted, Magos had already walked up to Professor McGonagall, and Harry and Ron asked stupidly.

He walked up to Professor McGonagall and told him what he had just done. Professor McGonagall wondered if she had misheard, and it took her several seconds to react.

"Mr. Will, are you trying to play a prank on the dean of your own academy?" Professor McGonagall had a serious expression. The little wizards around her ran away in fright, and the three of Harry stood trembling and didn't dare to step forward.

"No, Professor, I'm not playing pranks, you can ask them." He gestured to Harry.

"You three come here." Professor McGonagall gave McGoth a blank look and said to Harry.

"Tell me about Professor Quirrell's class this afternoon, don't lie to me, I'll ask the other students about it."

Harry and Ron looked at Magos helplessly, thinking that it was not good to betray their friends, but when they thought about it, it seemed that he had betrayed himself. They looked at each other with confused eyes, and had to say it from the perspective of a bystander.

"Miss Granger, are they telling the truth?" Professor McGonagall already believed in her heart that what they said was true, but she was holding her breath, who could report it, you had to report yourself. Seeing Hermione nod, she looked at McGoth angrily.

"You three go to the dining room first, Mr. Will, you come with me." The three of them felt that they couldn't describe their feelings in words, what kind of was this.

"You say, McGoss, there's something wrong with him." Ron pointed to his head. Harry smiled wryly, not knowing whether to approve or reprimand him. Hermione didn't say anything, and walked to the dining room for the first time.

McGoth followed Professor McGonagall to the third floor again, "Mr. Will, I'll take you to Professor Quirrell's office later, and I want you to apologize to him." Professor McGonagall said solemnly as she stood in front of a door. Magos nodded obediently.

Professor McGonagall then knocked on Quirrell's office door, but no sound came from inside, which made McGoth feel that he hadn't already gone to free the troll. He used the map to find Quirrell's location in the bathroom under the pretext of going to the bathroom, and to his surprise, Quirrell didn't leave his office, he just deliberately didn't open the door, which made him wonder, could it be that the troll was released from his office? But Professor Quirrell didn't tell him about it last time. If he can't figure it out, he doesn't want to, anyway, Professor McGonagall is here, and he is not afraid, so he puts away the map and returns to Professor McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall, since Professor Quirrell isn't here, let's go to the dining room first, the banquet will start soon, and I'll apologize next time." McGoth presumably angered Professor McGonagall with the tone of wanting to go to the banquet.

Unsurprisingly, "Next time?" Mr. Will, is this your attitude of admitting your mistake? If you don't apologize to Professor Quirrell today, you don't want to go to the Halloween dinner. ”

McGoth pouted and reluctantly replied, and after a moment of waiting, he suddenly wondered why Professor McGonagall didn't contact Quirrell, it stands to reason that the wizarding world shouldn't be without telecommunication charms or props like telephones.

"Professor, why don't you contact Professor Quirrell, maybe he's already gone to the cafeteria." Professor McGonagall gave him a hard look, but probably felt that waiting like this was not an option, and used Floo Communication to find Quirrell's location.

Just as she was about to finish, Quirrell's door opened.

"Professor Quirrell, I thought you weren't there." Professor McGonagall said in surprise as she withdrew the spell she was about to complete.

"Hold... Sorry for the wheat... McGonagall taught... Grant, I'll use ...... in it With a still... Silence Spell, no... Hear you... tone, when... You use the... I didn't know the spell... Road. Quirrell stammered in an explanation.

"It's okay Professor Quirrell, I'm bringing Mr. Will to apologize to you. Mr. Will. He turned around and shouted sternly.

"Professor Quirrell, I apologize for my disrespect in class, I shouldn't have embarrassed you in class. It's just," he paused deliberately, looked at the two professors and continued, "Professor Quirrell, I really want to know the answers to those questions, you know I was attacked before I entered the school, so I have a keen interest in how to protect myself. He looked at him with a sad expression.

Quirrell looked at him a little bewildered, not knowing how to answer his words. Professor McGonagall's serious expression softened, and she looked at Quirrell worriedly.

"Mr. Will, you can't blame Professor Quirrell for all of this, Professor Quirrell has been in danger you can't imagine, and he needs some time to erase his fears, so it's understandable that he has forgotten something for a while."

McGoth looked at them with a look of understanding. "Then Professor McGonagall, Professor Quirrell, we can go to the Headmaster, Professor Quirrell's forgotten knowledge, I think the Headmaster must be able to help him."

Professor McGonagall was thoughtful when she heard this, indeed, she had heard of Professor Quirrell's current reputation, and she was privately ridiculed by the students for her frequent failure to answer their questions, which was nothing in her own school, but it would be a scandal if it spread to other schools, and she nodded her head in agreement.

Quirrell was tempted to refuse them, he had a plan for the night, Voldemort wanted him to find out the whereabouts of the Philosopher's Stone tonight, but that would not be in line with his long-standing role. He could only put anxiety and resentment in his heart, and a grateful smile appeared on his face, he felt that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were aching faintly.

They met Dumbledore in the hallway to the Headmaster's office, and Professor McGonagall told him what McGoth's idea was, and Dumbledore agreed without thinking about it, perhaps he had already had this idea but couldn't tell Professor Quirrell directly.

Today's restaurant is much more interesting than ever, you can see colorful Halloween decorations everywhere, McGoth curiously picked up a ghostly decoration, but he didn't expect it to suddenly scream and struggle, very interesting. Looking up, all the candles that used to be bare in the air were covered with a terrifying pumpkin cover, and there were hundreds of bats fluttering on the walls and ceilings above, and thousands of unknown magical animals gathered together like a low cloud swirling above the dining table, making the candle flame in the pumpkin's belly flicker.

The senior students may have participated more often and seemed very indifferent to everything around them, while the first and second graders were full of curiosity, and from time to time someone picked up the ornament that floated to them like he had just done, and the exclamation and struggle of the decoration either startled them or made them laugh.

As soon as McGoth returned to the table, he was in the spotlight, and the twins ran straight down the table to face him.

"Oh, Magos, you've done what we've always wanted to do but didn't dare to do." Fred gave a thumbs up.

"But why would you want to 'kill yourself'?" George didn't understand his self-defeating.

Before McGoth could speak, Headmaster Dumbledore tapped his glass, and all the students fell silent.

"Today is the annual Halloween, and I want to say it again before I have time to start school, and that is: stupid! Cry! Residue! Wring! Thank you!" All the students laughed and applauded enthusiastically.

While everyone was applauding, all sorts of mouth-watering delicacies suddenly appeared on the golden plate, and everyone began to gobble it up.

"Because I thought it was a bit too much afterwards." He ate the steak in front of him while answering the twins' question.

"Why do you always regret it?" Hermione asked angrily as she put down the ice cream in her hand.

"Don't be like Hermione, it's Halloween, everyone should be happy." Harry interjected.

"yes, we can wait until we're done." Ron agreed with a cake in his mouth.

Hermione snorted unhappily, but she didn't speak again, which made McGoth breathe a sigh of relief, he really didn't tell her much, he couldn't say it was to protect her.

He had just eaten a few bites of steak when he heard Seamus, who was separated by two people, exclaim, "Neville, you said you forgot where you put your grandmother's costume for you?" McGoth saw Neville's face flush and he was trying to remember.

"Looks like he's not going to remember." Harry's words were recognized by all.

Farther away, the girls were telling horror stories, scared each other and nervous.

"I don't understand that they are already wizards, why are they afraid of those legends, and the ghosts in the school are not afraid of them." Ron listened a little confused.

Hearing this, McGoth suddenly had an idea, I don't know if the horror movies shot in real society will scare these wizards. He smiled evilly, and he definitely wanted to take Ron to the cinema to watch a horror movie when he had the opportunity in the future.

"Where's the masquerade later?" McGoth was seventy percent full and put down his knife and fork.

"It's still here, and when everyone finishes eating, these tables and chairs will be gone." Fred snatched Ron's knife and fork from eating it again.

"You've all brought your costumes here?"

"Of course not, everyone will go back to the dorm after the dinner and change their clothes, and the professors will leave."

When everyone had eaten and drunk enough, Dumbledore stood up.

"This year, as in previous years, you can meet here until 12 o'clock in the evening, but after 12 o'clock you have to go back to your respective beds, and all right, the dinner is over." As his words fell, all the food and utensils on the table disappeared.

"Finally, I wish you all a Happy Halloween." After saying that, there was a huge cheer in the restaurant.