After waiting for a while, Snape did not answer, and McGoth prepared to leave with some disappointment.

"You tell me what you're doing." A cold voice came. Although the cold tone was uncomfortable to listen to, McGoth was still so excited that he almost jumped. At that moment, he quickly said the steps he had done. After finishing speaking, he was still a little curious, could it be that he didn't open his mouth just now, but he actually wanted to wait for himself to say the steps?

Snape gave him a cold look, and he felt the contempt in it.

"The dried nettles are less, are you sure you have completely crushed the snake's fangs? Porcupine stings are right, sluggs with tentacles that have been steamed and boiled are not steamed and boiled, what is the use of them after the second steaming? A few simple herbs are actually only one right, and if you are my student, your house will be deducted 10 points. Snape's tone seemed to be endlessly mocking.

Although Snape said something difficult to hear, McGoth didn't care at all, he was too late to be happy, and sure enough, without the teacher's teaching, it was unreliable to just read books, otherwise he didn't know how much material it would take to find these mistakes.

"Thank you, Professor Snape." Magos thanked him very seriously. Although Snape's expression looked the same as it had just been, but there seemed to be a hint of relief, but trying to see from his face that the expression was really not something McGoth could do now, he just thought he was wrong.

McGoth then spoke of his process of making failed blood tonics and bruise healing ointments, and Snape looked a little impatient after sarcastically pointing out his mistake in a cold tone that never changed.

McGoth was keenly aware of this, and although he wanted to find answers to all the questions he still had in his head, he ended the conversation quite consciously.

"Thank you, Professor, for your guidance. I won't bother you, and I wish you a pleasant afternoon. McGoth bowed slightly and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Snape spoke coldly.

Magos looked at Snape suspiciously, and the wizards around him looked at him with curiosity.

Snape's expression and eyes, feeling the gaze of everyone, did not change in the slightest, but his head turned a few times unnaturally, and then suddenly stretched out his hand.

McGoth was startled by the hand he had almost touched his face, and subconsciously took it when he saw a note in his hand.

"You have an owl, right, if not, go buy one, then it is my address, if you have any questions in the future, you can directly use the owl to ask me." Snape's icy tone sounded warm to McGoss. He never expected Snape to give him such a chance. He was a little speechless with excitement.

However, after Snape said this, he returned to his previous state of ignoring no one else, and McGoth had to thank him again and slowly turn back and leave, and after walking a few steps, an emotionless sentence came in his ear.

"It's okay, better not bother me."

'Tsundere, this is definitely tsundere, it's really good for an old man to be so tsundere......

McGoth replied with a slanderous expression in his heart, but he happily replied. Seeing that Snape didn't mean to talk to him anymore, he left the bar and went to Diagon Alley.

After taking out his umbrella and buying a notebook from the shop next to the Quidditch Boutique, he sat down in his chair and hesitated for a moment before writing down his potion-making process, then writing down Slip's instructions on the next line and marking the words "Teach Instruction" at the end. Write the first potion recipe - the potion for scabies, and then think about it and leave a few lines behind it before writing the second and third potion recipes. Soon finished, he put his notebook close to his body and went straight to the store that sold magical materials and herbs.

This time he bought dozens of primary-level potion recipes, then gritted his teeth and bought ten more Elixir herbs, if it weren't for Snape's willingness to teach him the potion, he would definitely not be ready to start learning this potion right now. It can be said that the elixir is almost impossible for wizards who have just learned potions, and even for senior students, few people can make them, but McGoth thinks that it is precisely because it is very complicated to boil, and if you learn slowly and add the guidance of a famous teacher, you will have a huge improvement in learning potions. And if he's not mistaken, Slipp should have a high level of experience with elixirs.

After buying the potion, McGoth didn't stay anymore, because of the heavy rain, the plan to go to Liheng Bookstore to buy a few biographies was canceled, and when he returned to the Leaky Cauldron Bar, McGoth subconsciously glanced at where Snape was, just in time to see him turn his head.

Did he notice me? Khan I really think too much, I really think I'm a big guy. I guess he just turned his head. He smiled self-deprecatingly, saw that no one noticed, and left the bar. What McGoth didn't know was that when he turned his back to Snape, Slip's eyes stayed on him until he left the bar......

McGoss, who came out of the bar, held an umbrella and saw that Burton was drinking coffee, and walked over without paying attention.

"Hey, Burton, how about this coffee?"

"Less... Young master, why are you here, you should wait, otherwise what should you do if you catch a cold. Burton said when he saw McGoth suddenly find him, looking nervously at his wet clothes.

"I'm not a kid anymore, and I catch a cold when it rains? You're underestimating me. We'll go back when you're done. ”

Burton didn't answer, and drank half of his coffee.

McGoth shrugged helplessly, since that's the case, let's go......

McGoth sat in the car and flipped through the elementary chemistry casually, but fortunately, there was still a bit of an image.

Maybe I can try to think about magic in logical form! A thought crossed McGoss's head......

When he got home, he went straight to his magic study, took out his notes, and tried the potion for scabies according to the method instructed by Slife, and once it was successful, he waved his hand happily, it was great, and he was extremely excited to think that he could have a senior potions master to guide McGoth in the future.

After trying the other two potions once, he smiled slightly, and stopped making potions, he was going to spend the next two days looking at chemistry and books on Muggle herbs, trying to see if he could find something in common with potions, and if he did, maybe he would be the first to connect ordinary people and wizards!

However, the next two days proved that McGoth's idea was good, but the reality was cruel, with his level of half a bucket of water, something a little higher and deeper was already completely unconscious, although he could learn it again from scratch, but people's energy is limited, and if he wants to really master it, unless he gives up learning magic, but this is putting the cart before the horse, and he has no choice but to give up.

However, it is only a temporary abandonment, with his family's industry and power, he can completely acquire a national laboratory to realize his idea, but now is not the time, there are two big problems that are impossible to solve now, one is that he is still too young, and the funds and follow-up investment required to acquire a national laboratory are far from what he can decide now, and he cannot convince his father to agree, no matter how much his father loves him. The second and most important thing is the Ministry of Magic, with the usual style of the Ministry of Magic, he will never agree to expose magic to the eyes of ordinary people, if he does this, the only result is that everyone who knows, including himself, will be a matter of forgetting the curse. This result is absolutely unacceptable to him.

"The only way to stop the Ministry of Magic is if the magic is so strong that no one dares to oppose it." At the very least, it has to be at the same level of magic as Dumbledore and Voldemort. ’

Magos's eyes lit up.

"It's hard, if not impossible, but it's more interesting. I haven't really found any purpose since I was reborn, the life of ordinary people has become completely unattractive to me, and I am only interested in magic, as for the threat of Voldemort, it really doesn't mean much to me, having a savior in his defeat is doomed, originally my greatest interest was to change the fate of those who will die in the novel, but now I think I have a bigger goal, this kind of life is what I really want! ”

The corners of his mouth slowly curled, his eyes sparkled, and a seed began to take root in his heart.

It is easy to distinguish between a person with a goal and a person without a goal, a person with a goal always looks straight ahead, and does everything with 100% energy, high morale, not afraid of failure, and the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, and the sharpest he is. And the person who has no goal has his eyes fluctuating, as if he has not woken up, he is lazy in everything, and he has no vitality like a pool of stagnant water.

At dinner, his parents noticed his difference the moment they saw him, although they didn't know what was going on, but they were very happy to see him full of fighting spirit, they were used to seeing the rich second generation, they knew that many people looked like people, but in fact, every day was a muddy nightmare, because they didn't lack money because they had no goals, and they were drunk and dreamed of death all day long. They certainly didn't want their son to be like that, and seeing that he had now found his life's goal, they thought it was because of his exposure to magic, which made the last trace of their resistance disappear.

The dinner ended in an extremely pleasant atmosphere, and his parents were happy with his current state of mind, telling him that as long as he reached the age of 11 and let him go to Hogwarts, they would not protest any more. This was indeed a huge surprise for McGoss, although his parents had agreed to let him go to Hogwarts before, but after all, he agreed somewhat reluctantly and privately, and there were still two years to go, what if they changed their minds? Now it's different, and with this guarantee it's already ironclad for him to go there. He happily gave his parents a big hug.