"Ron, you go and contact your two brothers, Fred and George, I think they will be interested, Harry, you go to Slytherin and call Malfoy, but tell him not to bring Goyle and Crabbe, they can't help much, you tell him to bring Theodore. Knott. ”

"Who is Theodore. Knott? Harry asked.

"Slytherins from our class, okay, don't ask so much, after you get in touch with them, tell them to meet the night after tomorrow, and I'll say at the meeting point, Ron, you bring your two brothers over tomorrow night, I need a secret room or something to be our base camp."

After the arrangement, McGoth slept peacefully, because he cracked the contents of the parchment, so he dreamed all night that he used the parchment with the legendary beast, and since then his magic power has been invincible.

"Hehe, hehe." In his sleep, he would not know how obscene his smile was in reality.

"Magos, Magos, wake up." When he was beating the world, a hazy voice came to his ears, trying to drag him out of this unrealistic world, he instinctively wanted to resist, but then he seemed to hear someone say that he used the last time to wake up Ron to call him, and suddenly he was out of that dream of the world's only self.

See Magos open his eyes. Ron and Harry sighed in disappointment. McGoth glanced at them with contempt, and the sample was with me!

"What's the lesson today?" McGoth asked as he yawned and washed up.

"Herbology and Defence Against the Dark Arts classes in the morning, Transfiguration and Charms classes in the afternoon." Harry said weakly.

"Let's go, the greenhouse is not close to the restaurant."

When they ran to the door of the greenhouse out of breath, they happened to run into Ravenclaw prefect Robert Brownlaw. Hilliard, he was talking mysteriously to a few of the Ravenclaw freshmen, but when they got closer, they all stopped talking, greeted them happily, and left.

"This is a first-year greenhouse, what are the Ravenclaw prefects doing here?" Ron muttered strangely and didn't care, as did the others.

Today Professor Sprout was talking about the Devil's Web and how to care for it, and Hermione asked a few questions of interest. McGoth was equally interested in this strange flora and fauna, and he asked Professor Sprout how to make it as big as the book says. Professor Sprout happily spoke to everyone, and at the end of the class she had not yet given a seed of the devil's net.

"I can't figure out why you're interested in this." Lavender. Brown watched with some incomprehension as McGoth carried the seeds of the Devil's Net.

"Just curious, Lavender, if you don't want it, can you give it to me, Professor Sprout didn't say it was homework, it should have been just what he threw us to play."

"That's great, here you go." Lavender. Brown happily gave the seed to McGoss. Parvati. Patil and Seamo Finigan, Harry and Ron also gave him the seeds, and everyone else had some interest in the Devil's Net and didn't give it to him.

"Why do you want so many devil net seeds?" Hermione asked suspiciously, "If you want to use it as a gatekeeper, the most you can do is stop people who don't understand, and for those who know their properties, it's useless." ”

"I know, but I'm really just curious."

Hermione looked at her suspiciously, saying nothing more.

Then there's Professor Quirrell's Defence Against the Dark Arts class, but he doesn't do anything well except be funny in class, and all the students sympathize with him and despise him, while McGoth, who knows the plot, knows that this guy is doing it on purpose, both to lower his suspicions and to keep them from learning the real Defence Against the Dark Arts.

"Professor, I want to know what we can do to escape or not get hurt if we encounter a werewolf." McGoth looked at Professor Quirrell, who was as amused as ever, and reluctantly got up and asked for the answer he wanted to know.

"Well, this, this. Ha, this, you only ...... Just run...... Just run...... All right. Quirrell replied embarrassedly. His words caused a burst of laughter from all the students. He crossed his hands a little embarrassed. McGoth looked at the scene with cold eyes, this guy can really bear it, he is about to become a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. But he didn't want to just let him go, this was the school, Dumbledore was there, and he didn't dare to do anything to him no matter how angry he was.

"Professor, I wonder if we need to learn how to dodge and avoid encountering some dark creatures in addition to learning some common spells here, knowing that we don't all teach here." The last two words are particularly important to him. For a moment, the whole classroom was silent, Professor Quirrell's face turned red, he looked helpless, but McGoss, who had been watching him, still saw the shame and regret in his eyes and... Killing Intent. As an excellent Hogwarts graduate, being able to teach at the school itself shows that his level is not low, plus he is still known for his talent and very solid theoretical knowledge, and he has also taught Muggle studies, which shows that he should also understand logic, and now being taught such an important course as Defence Against the Dark Arts is even more extraordinary, and now being insulted by a first-year freshman, even with Voldemort's suppression, he can't help but explode. McGoth watched him warily, ready to shout for help at the slightest hint of trouble. However, it seems that Voldemort's suppression is greater than his own thoughts, and he is a little happy and a little pity. He didn't dare to stimulate him anymore, he was playing with fire just now, and he would self-immolate if he played too much.

Without McGoth messing around, the lesson seemed to end in Quirrell's clumsiness as usual, but if anyone walked over and listened to his heartbeat, it was clear from the beating heart that he hadn't forgotten the humiliation. When everyone left the classroom, Quirrell pulled out his wand and smashed everything around him.

"Master, why don't you let me teach him a lesson." Quirrell said to himself with a sad face.

"Fool, don't disturb my resurrection for these irrelevant things." A voice rang out from the back of his head.

"You are right, my master." Quirrell returned with a look of respect. But if the owner of that voice saw his angry eyes, he knew that he didn't mean it. The voice may have gotten some emotional feedback from his thoughts, and he threw a red date. "Hold him when I am resurrected, and leave him at your disposal." However, this kind of blank check was no longer effective, and Quirrell suppressed his emotions and thanked him respectfully.

"You just really shouldn't have been." After leaving the classroom, Hermione and a group of Gryffindors launched a crusade against McGoss, and although they also looked down on Quirrell, he made them feel at ease, and they still liked him. Even Harry and Ron weren't on his side this time, he smiled and didn't explain. You can't say that your stupid-looking professor is actually very good, so I guess no one will believe it. He had actually thought about telling Dumbledore about it, but he had no proof and had to give up, and the ghost behind him knew if he had been behind it.

While they were eating, Fred and George sneakily walked over to either side of him.

"We all know that." Fred.

"Ron wrote to us last night with Harry's Hedwig." George.

"It's a great idea of you to work part-time."

"We've already figured out a secret room to use as a base camp."

"I really want to start working on it soon."

"We can't wait."

"But for the rules."

"We still have some small opinions."

As soon as they sat down, they kept talking about magic cards. McGoth reluctantly put down the utensils and whispered: "Can this matter be talked about in the evening, there are so many people now, what if it reaches the ears of the principal and the dean." ”

"We're not."

"I'm so excited."

"And can you talk to each other, I feel uncomfortable listening." McGoth asked with a bitter face.

"Of course."

"No, you can't."

"Hahaha." They laughed and left.

"We're waiting for your notice." They said in unison.

"Your two brothers really have personalities." As they left, McGoth spoke to Ron.

Ron nodded with a dejected face, and it seemed that he had suffered a lot.

In the afternoon Transfiguration class, McGoth managed to turn a book into a cat running around, Hermione turned a teacup into a mouse, and the others didn't see much progress, and Professor McGonagall gave three and two points to the two who succeeded in transfiguration. The other students looked at them with envy.

"How did you do it, I can only turn the cup hand into a tail until now." Neville looked at Magos and Hermione adoringly.

"It's simple, Neville, you come, follow me." Hermione happily taught Neville.

After class, Harry and Ron ask McGoth the same question, and McGoth shuts up the two of them by saying a word, endorsing.

"Today we are going to learn the spell of clear water!" Flitwick said now on a stack of books.

"As we all know, you can't go without drinking water, whether it's Muggles or wizards, so it's a spell that I can all of you fully master. I'll start with a demonstration. ”

"Clear water is like a spring!" After he finished the incantation, he saw a spring of clear water rising from the tip of his wand.

"This spell keeps us from being thirsty when we don't have water, it's a very useful spell, let's start practicing it now."

After memorizing the spell, Magos used it a few times and only a few drops of water came out, not to mention quenching his thirst, it was not enough to quench his cravings, but the others and his results were almost always one or two drops of water.

"Professor Flitwick." McGoth raised his hand.

"What's the matter, Mr. Will." Professor Flitwick looked at him with a smile.

"Professor, as far as I know, we'll learn an attack spell in Defence Against the Dark Arts, Blazing! I wonder if if you cast this spell with great magic, will it have the same effect as a raging fire? ”

"Oh, that's a very good question, plus one point for Gryffindor." Professor Flitwick jumped for joy like a child.