Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye. Webrinton's words still ringed in his ears.

McGoth sat in the living room and looked at the intricate spell written on parchment with a special potion in his hand, which was the life-saving spell handed down by the Weplintons, but he thought it should be called a gambling charm. That day, McGoth estimated that Veplinton didn't want to give it to himself at first, until the deposit of 200 Galleons was returned to him, and he smiled and said, "Take it as a gift from me for your marriage." Perhaps it was this sentence that gave him the idea of giving him the spell. McGoth refused a few times and then put it away, but at that time he said that he should not use it as a last resort, he already felt a miracle that he could survive, and he was not sure that he would survive if he tried again, McGoth thought so, he just had the idea of having one more life-saving skill and not losing money, just learn not to use it. After a month of study, he can roughly read this spell, but it is estimated that it will take several years to actually use it, no way, he has not yet reached the minimum standard for using this spell, and he has not spent much energy on it, just look at it occasionally.

McGoth put away the spell, picked up the mysterious parchment on the table, and there was a notebook next to it with a few lines of words, which were a few words that Webrinton knew, remembering that the other party was also a graduate of a prestigious university, so he took out the parchment and showed it to him, but he didn't expect him to look at it and say that this was a very old spell or ritual, in which he could only recognize a few common words, he pointed to a few places and told him the meaning, a total of six words, monsters (now called magical beasts), sacrifice, magic, life, crisis, the last word he wasn't quite sure, as if it were both unique and disposable. In the end, he seemed to feel a trace of magic from above, but his magic power was seriously damaged now, and he couldn't be sure if he felt wrong or if it was true, because this was too exaggerated, if magic really existed on this parchment that didn't know the age, then how strong the person who cast this magic power was, you must know that this is only a part. As he left, he said not to show the parchment to anyone in the future, it might be an evil spell or ritual, and if he really wanted to know what was written in it, he could look it up in the library when he went to Hogwarts.

"Ugh." Looking at the half-word on the very edge, McGoth sighed, wondering if he could possibly collect it all. After putting everything away, I picked up a copy of "Monsters and Their Origins" (also known as "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them") and read it, a famous book by Newt Scamman. There's a reason he's sitting in the living room early in the morning instead of the study, since the last time Webrinton told his father something about attending Hogwarts, his father learned that Halloween in the college would be held to celebrate, and at that time it was necessary to dress up, and men's costumes were nothing more than suits, so his father decided to take him to the world's top suits hand-sewn mecca - Savile Row, to customize a few sets today, and McGoth felt that he was growing up fast now, In the future, it is estimated that he will be brought over by his father every year, and it gives him a headache when he thinks about it, and his least favorite thing to wear is a suit.

His father came back after a while, probably because Europeans always have a soft spot for suits, and his parents were particularly attentive to him about customizing suits, and it was said that they had made an appointment a few days ago. If it weren't for the fact that his father had something on his hands in the past few days and was in a hurry, he would probably have gone a few days ago. On the way to Savile Row, his parents kept discussing suits, and he listened to them in a fog. I listened to the words I didn't understand all the way, and finally arrived at my destination.

There were very few pedestrians on Savile Row, and the Will couple took McGoth straight to a tailor shop called Kingsman, which his parents said was the most famous in the area. After a tedious process, all the sizes were finally measured, and his parents strongly requested that they try on several suits of similar size at the same time. Standing in front of the three-sided mirror, McGoth looked at himself in the mirror and had to admit that he looked really good in a suit. And he didn't feel as uncomfortable wearing as he thought, and suddenly his mind changed and he thought it was good to wear a suit. His mother exclaimed exaggeratedly, and his father laughed happily.

"Yes, yes, quite like your father and me." These were the exact words of Monsieur de Earl at the time. Got a roll of the countess's eyes. Although the suit they tried on was still very flawed, McGoth didn't feel it, but it was really comfortable to wear, and he was now looking forward to what the tailor-made suit would look like.

After returning home and eating at home, Mrs. Will was a little eager to go to the salon to show off her handsome son, Earl Will left soon before the matter was over, in addition to some servants in the huge castle, McGoth himself was left, his mother wanted to take her son to the salon, but he sternly refused, he didn't want to be like a Hello Katie was surrounded by a group of women, and he would be passive......

Staying home for an afternoon was clearly not McGoss's idea, even if it was reading a magic book at home. Drove to the bar not far away, the old rule, Burton went to the café for coffee, and by the way, the waiters in the coffee shop knew him. McGoth got out of the car and slowly walked to the Leaky Cauldron.

"You, hello." As he was about to reach the bar, a female voice that was a little uneasy but seemed to be very strong sounded in his ears.

McGoth looked back and saw a girl with thick brown hair looking at him with feigned composure. The moment he saw the girl, McGoth felt as if his heart was beating for a second, and he couldn't believe that he would meet one of the savior trio - Hermione before he went to Hogwarts. Granger.

Hermione glared at the boy staring at her with some anger, wondering where this stupid guy came from, and regretting that she shouldn't have stopped him.

"Hey, hey. What are you looking at? Hermione pouted angrily.

"Ah, I'm sorry, but I remembered a friend from the past when I saw you." McGoth smirked and gave a lame reason. But it seems that Hermione seems to believe it.

"Hello, my name is Magos, Magos. Will, what's the matter? McGoth calmed down and asked thoughtfully. Hermione, who was just a little small, didn't know what a routine was, so she replied naturally,

"My name is Hermione, Hermione. Granger. (Generally English names are very long, Hermione should be called Hermione.) Simple. Granger, here it's all a combination of a last name and a given name. I want to ask—" She hesitated at the end.

McGoth guessed that she had received an acceptance letter from Hogwarts and had come to buy the items on the list according to the address.

"You're going to Diagon Alley?"

"Yes." She looked agitated and forced it down.

"Then you go over, Diagon Alley is inside the Leaky Cauldron." Magos said with some confusion.

"Yes, I know, I saw it from the acceptance letter, it's just ......"

"I wonder if ordinary people really can't see it."

Hearing this, Hermione's eyes widened, "How do you know what I want to ask?" And how can you see that bar, and know Diagon Alley, doesn't it mean that ordinary people don't know? ”

McGoth looked at her speechlessly, the little girl still looks very cute now, "First of all, what you ask is what I think you will ask, don't ask me why I think so, secondly, since I know everything, it means that I am also a wizard, since I am a wizard, why don't I know?" ”

"But... Can... Well, just like you're a wizard. Hermione was speechless, and finally pretended to be nothing.

"What the hell, I am—" McGoth muttered.

Hermione pretended not to hear, "Is there really magic, I just received a notice from that Hogwarts this morning, my parents said to ask where the school is, and I sneaked out to this address." Also, do you know magic? At the end, he looked at McGoth with some suspicion.

"Of course I will, but I can't use it here to show you, how about we go to the bar first, and I'm going to Diagon Alley too."

Hermione seemed to have made a lot of determination, nodded slowly, and then showed a fierce expression (which she thought) "I warn you, I have practiced martial arts, if you want to do anything to me, be careful that I am not polite to you." ”

"What will I do to you?" McGoth looked at the girl in front of him speechlessly, and sighed and said after seeing her make a starting gesture that she didn't know what martial arts were, "Okay, you are very powerful, I am very afraid, whether you are going or not, if you are afraid, forget it." ”

"Whoever says I'm afraid, go." With that, he walked past McGoth and headed straight for the bar. But when they got to the door, they hesitated to look at the dilapidated door in front of them, and then looked back at the passers-by who ignored them.

"Don't worry, it's actually big inside, and there are a lot of wizards in it, don't be afraid." Magos walked up to her and said.

"You're afraid." As he spoke, he pushed open the door and walked in.

As happened to Magos when he first arrived, there was silence as soon as he entered. She crept behind Magos in some fear.

"We're welcome to have new wizards on board." McGoth looked scared and yelled inside.

"Oh, welcome, welcome." "Ha, the little male wizard brought a little female wizard..............."

As soon as McGoss's words fell, everyone responded, and suddenly returned to the previous lively state, I don't know if it was an illusion, he felt that someone shouted, "Three years of blood to earn, the death penalty is not a loss." ”

"How do you feel now, in fact, I was like this when I first came, I was shocked. It's their way of welcoming new wizards, it's hard to understand but they love it. Magos shrugged and whispered.

"Poof...... Thank you. Hermione's voice was like a mosquito. In the noisy bar, McGoth only heard a laugh, but he didn't hear clearly.

"What did you say?"

"Hmph, forget it if you don't hear it." Saying that, like a proud little swan, he walked forward again.