After learning what happened from Luna, McGoth asked her to tell Dumbledore directly about this, and with Dumbledore's cleverness, he must have noticed that Ravenclaw's crown was actually one of the Horcruxes.

It's just that this suggestion was rejected by Luna, and although she was slow to refuse, it was very resolute from the look in her eyes.

McGoth couldn't figure it out, and asked her why, didn't she want to recover? Luna looked at him for a few moments before telling him about her ridicule and that she wanted to get the crown and prove it to be true.

This reason made McGos a little crying and laughing, now your state is equivalent to a squib, do you still care about this kind of childish vindictiveness? But Luna just looked at him with the same expression, judging from her determined eyes, this matter seemed to be more important than her life in her eyes, and she had the heart to persuade this little girl, and finally looked at her silent attitude and had to give up.

Luna's lack of cooperation left Dumbledore helpless, but fortunately there was no danger to his life, so he had to let Lockhart try to recover her spirit. McGoth went back and thought about it that day, and secretly told Dumbledore what Luna said that night, as for whether he found out that the crown was also a Horcrux, McGoth didn't know, and wanted to see his emotions from Dumbledore's face, he didn't have the ability to do it yet.

Two days before Christmas, McGoth asked him if his students could form a club, and Dumbledore asked him why he knew why the club was founded by professors, to which McGoth shook his head and said he didn't know.

"Whether it's Professor Flitwick's Charms Club or Lockhart's Duel Club, there will definitely be spells in them, and the use of spells by young wizards means that it is not safe, so you must be under the attention of the professors, do you think you can start your own club?"

"And the professors are on board?" McGoth came up with a solution.

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, saying that you could try, if the professor wanted to.

That night, McGoth went to Snape, and Snape replied very directly, without asking him what club he had formed, first laughing at him twice, and then a spell knocked him away, and he looked at the closed office door with his ass on the ground, and limped away with a few words of complaining. Later, I went to Professor McGonagall, Professor McGonagall told him directly and seriously that this is not what a little wizard should do, their minds should be on learning, she will never agree, and she also didn't give him a chance to lobby, no way, McGoth thought about it, these two should be the most difficult objects to convince at Hogwarts, instead of thinking about getting them to agree, it is better to go to Professor Flitwick, in this case, Professor Flitwick is going to cancel his own club, I don't know if he will be happy, But when he tried to find Flitvier, he found that he couldn't find anyone else, and he didn't know if he was going home or something, and as for Lockhart, McGoth didn't think about him at all.

The Christmas break was over, and the deserted school was bustling again, and Hermione had prepared gifts for each of them, and she didn't have the pre-holiday coldness to him, and it seemed that she didn't care about Halloween anymore. However, he didn't have time to accompany Hermione to the library to increase intimacy, the compound potion reached the last moment, and he couldn't touch the fish anymore, and he had to go to Snape on time every night to report to prevent the potion from failing, he was afraid that something bad would happen if it failed, during which he also mentioned the club again, and then he was annoyed by him, and every time he arrived, he was put under a deadtongue to seal his throat.

"Woooooooooooooo McGoth picked up the brewed polyjuice potion and shouted at Snape.

Snape didn't lift the spell on him, and after seeing that it was okay, he drove him away.

Standing in the doorway, McGoth gave a middle finger to the door.

"Drag what you want, when I get stronger one day, see if I don't press you to the ground and rub it, and then let you taste the taste of not being able to speak." After saying the cruel words, I watched the door that was slightly moving and slipped away quickly.

The magic cards needed for the second edition of the King of Cards tournament are about to return to school in the second half of the semester, but McGoth saw that some students didn't care much about the first commemorative badges they bought, and some of them had even discarded them, but he still wanted to turn this into a special currency, so he spent a little money very early to ask some little wizards from poor families to help him recycle, and he could use some twins to invent simple trick props or some silver Kexi exchanges, Now all the discarded and uncared badges in the school are back in his hands, and it is worth mentioning that the recovered badges are all bronze badges, not a single silver badge. However, less than a third of the people gave up the badges, but there were not a few of them, and at the time, it was almost one item per person, and it was impossible to think of how to redistribute them and send them back to the store for Quirrell to put away.

Now that wizarding is popular in the school again, some new students have joined the depraved game after inquiry, although it is still not as hot as last year, but McGoth is still very satisfied, and he is not trying to make them gamblers, just to create a little fun for the school. The only not-so-good thing is that the professors are a bit nerve-wracking.

Professor Flitwick didn't return to Hogwarts until nearly half a month after the next semester, and he only found out when he was notified that Charms class was starting, and many people wondered what Flitwick was doing, but they didn't get an answer.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, don't ask that question anymore, and let me see how you have mastered the spell during this time before you explain the new spell." Flitwick said, standing on the podium and tapping his wand on the blackboard.

"Do you see the teapot shattered into pieces in front of you, use the recovery charm to restore it to its original state, friendly reminder, the fragments in front of you are not the same teapot, so you should pay attention when recovering."

McGoth looked at the pile of fragments in front of him and had a headache, if it was all the same teapot, it was very simple, the spell would be over as soon as it was used, but it would be troublesome if it was different, it would be troublesome to restore it little by little, it was not the puzzle that annoyed, the puzzle was simple, you found a piece that was not yours and a flying spell could be solved, the key test was the mastery of the spell, this feeling was like welding something.

At a glance, almost all the students were sad, Hermione was no exception, or should I say normal, although she learned something quickly, but the actual operation was a little better than the others, but Harry was quite fast, and was already recovering the third fragment.

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