Before leaving, Quirrell vaguely stated that he was still only a student, and that his main purpose was to study, that he didn't need to put his mind elsewhere, and that as long as he was strong, he didn't need to waste his mind at all. McGoth nodded earnestly, thanked him for his advice, and watched him leave.

After returning to the dormitory, he remembered Quirrell's words, smiled and shook his head, not fully agreeing with his words, also saying that he was wrong, only that he was still a little naïve, if power can really crush everything, how could it be as strong as Dumbledore that even a headmaster position could be easily dismissed, just because of Lucius's tandem and threat? I'm afraid it's more about the background, connections, and money.

And if it really depends on strength as he said, not being a Dark Lord is being a superhero. But being a superhero in the wizarding world may not be much better than Voldemort's final result.

Shaking his head, he didn't think about the useless ones, now that Lockhart's matter was settled, he felt that he could wait quietly for the final exams.

However, just as he was ready to study and improve every day, Harry walked in with his roommates with a blank face.

Looking at their expressions, McGoth felt a headache, this was the first time they had put on this expression?

"All the magic cards have been taken away again?" He didn't have to guess what they meant.

"Do you think they're too much of a deception?" Ron threw the book on the bed, his face upset.

"The seventh graders are no longer competing with each other, they are all aiming for the lower grades, especially the first to fourth grades, as soon as they find out that we have obtained magic cards, they will stare at us, and the one I just won is gone." Harry sighed,

"It's not good now, not a single one in the lower grades has entered the knockout round."

"I remember you haven't won three times before? Why is it gone? McGoss still remembers that when the magic card had just returned to school, the European Emperor had been given one, and they had consciously not gone out of their way to win him, allowing him to win more than three times. Hearing Magos's words, Harry immediately fell silent.

"You're not going to challenge them and lose, are you?"

Harry smiled awkwardly.

"You're so good, how did you think of getting up to challenge the senior class."

"It's not that the senior is too arrogant." Neville was upset with Harry.

"One of the senior Hufflepuffs came over that day to take my magic card, and after winning, he said that Gryffindor was all rookies, and Harry couldn't be angry......"

"Last year, their level was obviously not so high."

Hearing this, the corners of McGoss's mouth twitched,

"I told you last year, the senior students, especially the seventh grade, will definitely work hard to win the championship, this is the only chance they can leave a campus legend before graduation, last year's session was too urgent, many people are not familiar with the rules and gameplay, so they failed to take away all the magic cards in the lower grades, although this year is not as hot as last year, but the sixth and seventh grades are only a lot more than last year."

"But that's a lot of improvement." Harry was still a little reluctant to lose.

"Nonsense, when you are trying to find a way to investigate Kang and kill the basilisk, people are practicing as soon as they are free, you say that the improvement is not big." McGoth replied angrily.

"So what to do, we're just going to watch them win all the cards."

"Cold salad, I don't expect it anyway." McGoth picked up Snape's notes again and ignored them, he really didn't have time to participate in magic cards this year, because Snape gave him a special final exam yesterday. Before the holiday, he independently completed the development of a potion, which was development, not production, which meant that he wanted to innovate or use other ways to successfully make a potion with the same effect, and he thought he had heard it wrong at first, but after confirming it again and again, he knew that he was serious.

"You don't need to research any high-level potions, and you don't have the ability, as long as you can develop the lowest level potions for wounds." These were Snape's expressionless words.

So he was short on time, and although Snape didn't say what would happen if he didn't succeed, he didn't expect him to be merciful enough to let him go, and he felt that it was more likely that he would be locked up until he was developed.

"How about we change the rules?" Just as he recalled Snape's words, Ron quietly walked up to him.

McGoth looked at him speechlessly,

"Tell me how to change it."

Ron didn't hear the refusal and instantly became excited,

"It's very simple, limit how many tickets there are per grade and how many tickets there are per house, so that we can all have a chance."

"Then you can give me points, and the college can get a few for each grade."

He thought about it,

"2?"

"It's less than 2 tickets, so in this way, even if it's 2 tickets, what does it mean for you to tell me like this."

He sneered, as if this was really the case, and he was not interested in working hard at the thought that there were only 2 cards to compete for.

Magos sighed,

"What are you anxious about, you're only in the second grade, and by the time you're in the seventh grade, you might already be able to win a championship."

Ron thought about it, he felt that he still had a lot of hope, but he glanced at Neville again, and thought that this person was probably out of luck.

Snape's notes contained many potion recipes, as well as some of his own ideas, but he crossed out most of them, and only a few remained. Hermione might have jumped with excitement when this note was given.

In the next few days, he had been thinking about how to create or improve a new potion, but he didn't have any idea at all, he thought about whether to cheat, wrote to Quirrell or discussed it with Lockhart, but in the end he rejected it, he felt that since Snape had assigned such a task to him, he thought that he could complete it, and if he cheated, wouldn't he look down on himself?

Now his free time can be described as two o'clock and one line, the library and Snape's office, and even Hagrid's invitation has been turned down several times. Everyone except Hermione thought he was making a big fuss, and of course, they all thought he was doing this for the final exam.

Another failed attempt, and he tried to synthesize it with several different blood-tonifying herbs, only to make a powerful poison that the poor mouse died before he could even look at it at the last moment. He figured that if it weren't for Snape's request for a healing potion, he would have been able to complete the test by now.

Snape had just one evaluation of the poison, and asked him to read more of his notes and basic potions knowledge with a disdainful face.

He didn't know this, McGoth glanced at him, success always appeared on the guinea pig that had died countless times.

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