On the way to the restaurant, Ron kept persuading Harry not to participate in the competition this time, and also came up with a bad idea that if he couldn't do it, he deliberately broke his leg during training, anyway, with Madam Pomfrey, he would be able to recover soon, so that he could not participate in the competition.

Hermione was in favor of Harry not playing, knowing that Snape had some ill will towards him, even though she now knew that he had helped him at the last Quidditch match. But Ron's bad idea still made her give him a hard look.

"Nope." Harry refused Ron's suggestion without even thinking about it, "I can't do that, there are no substitute Seekers on the team, and if I quit, the Gryffindor team won't be able to play." ”

"But," Ron tried to continue, but was stopped by McGoth, he knew that Harry would not agree not to participate in the competition, and instead of pessimistically fearing Snape's injustice, he should try as hard as possible to win this competition. To be honest, he doesn't remember a Quidditch match in the second semester of his first year, who won it?

The morning class included the history of magic, but as in the previous two days, Professor Binns still didn't show up, and although Professor Binns was like hypnosis, the young wizards were still curious about why he hadn't been in class lately. Substitute for him was Setima, who taught arithmetic and divination. Professor Victor, this professor is very good, anyway, in her two substitute classes did not assign them a little homework, the only regret is that she is more serious, McGoth thinks that maybe as long as it has something to do with arithmetic and the like, people are more serious, during her class, the little wizards have to listen to the class, and she often talks about her arithmetic divination content, the little wizards are completely unaware, of course, not everyone, McGoth found that Hermione is extra interested in this, every time Professor Victor pulls there, She listened very carefully.

When McGoth quickly settled the food in front of him and left after the morning lesson, neither Harry nor Ron reacted.

Unlike every night when he was empty, Slytherin occasionally looked at him curiously in the underground hallways.

"McGoss. Will? What are you doing here, it's not class time. An older Slytherin approached and asked with a frown.

McGoth saw that Ho was the prefect of Slytherin, and Gemma. Farley, he still remembered this senior who had been hostile to him since he first entered the school, and of course the main reason for remembering him was the most ruthless one he had in the last group fight in the four major colleges.

"Senior Farley, is there something wrong?" Since he knew that the other party was hostile to him, he didn't bother to be polite to him.

"You're in the wrong place." Farley looked at the lazy Magos with some anger.

"That's right, this is the underground corridor, why, when did the underground corridor become your Slytherin's private territory."

"Hmph, don't even think about going in if you don't make it clear why you're here today." After speaking, he stood straight in front of him, and the surrounding Slytherins saw that their prefects were embarrassed by a Gryffindor, and they all gathered around him with great interest, looking at him playfully.

"I said prefect, I haven't met you a few times, how do I feel that you don't like me." McGoth is not afraid of being surrounded by a group of Slytherins in the middle, it is a big deal to speak with his fists when the time comes, anyway, he has made up his mind that as long as he does it, no matter how many people are beaten, he will stare at the prefect in front of him, although he has practiced martial arts with Sauron for several years, although he can't get on the stage, it is enough to stare at one fight.

"I don't like all Gryffindors, who do you think you are? One...... Hum. Prefect Farley gave him a disdainful look.

"Okay, actually, I think you're quite unpleasant, please let me go, I'm going to let my eyes rest." With that, McGoth looked away.

"You ......" was insulted like this by a first-year freshman, and the pure-blood wizard descendant who thought he was superior was a little unable to suppress his anger and was ready to teach him a lesson, so that he could understand who he could not mess with.

McGoth watched his opponent's clenched fists and his muscles tensed, ready to pounce on him the moment he made a move.

"What are you doing?" Just as they were about to make a move, a cold voice rang out outside the Slytherin encirclement.

"Dean." The outermost Slytherin, seeing that Snape was not very good, hurriedly greeted and stepped out of the way.

"Professor Snape." "Dean Snape."

Farley's and McGoth's voices rang out at the same time.

"What are you trying to do here? Fights and brawls? "The last word is stress.

"No, no, Professor, I just had some misunderstanding with the prefect, right?" McGoth looked at the Slytherin prefect with an ugly face.

Farley didn't understand why Snape suddenly appeared, and was still preventing him from dealing with the Gryffindor in front of him, in the past, when they targeted Gryffindor, he would ignore them, and favor them, this time is not confused, but Farley is not a simple person after all, looking at the fearless McGoss, I guessed whether he had a relationship with Snape.

"Yes, Dean, I just had a misunderstanding with this junior, and now it's fine." Farley decided to be careful.

Farley's words made Snape's face slightly better, "Don't gather in the hallway if you have nothing to do, you, come with me." He gestured to McGoss.

"Yes, Professor. Goodbye, senior. Laughing, he waved his hand at Farley, chased Snape and left.

"Prefect, this new Gryffindor student seems to have a good relationship with the Dean." A senior Slytherin standing beside Farley was a little puzzled and said that it was reasonable that their dean hated Gryffindor the most, so why did he seem to protect him this time.

Farley looked at McGoth who was walking away hatefully, ignoring the classmates around him and turned his head away. The Slytherin didn't care, shrugged and left.

Farley actually knew about McGoth long before he came to Hogwarts, when he saw the unsparing praise of McGoth in the Daily Prophet, and although he knew that it was all fake, he was still nameless. I think that a pure-blood wizard of his Farley family has not been praised by the Daily Prophet, how can he be a mudblood, and he just met two wild wizards, if he was present, he could do better, two wild wizards.

McGoth didn't know what Farley thought, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care, he didn't want to be on that Prophet Daily, and he hadn't received a penny of the manuscript fee, based on the impression of his previous life, that newspaper was the same as the Internet news decades later, listening to the wind and rain, it was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, anyway, he could be sure that few words about his news were true.

Following Snape into the office, McGoth noticed that Malfoy was actually inside, and looked at him in surprise, but did not say hello, and gestured with his eyes.

"Malfoy, you go out first."

"Yes, Dean." Malfoy nodded respectfully to McGoth and left.

After Malfoy walked out of the office, Snape snorted coldly, "I didn't expect Malfoy to report for you, you can bear a lot." ”

McGoth didn't expect Snape to appear so coincidentally that it was Malfoy's help, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

"I'm his friend."

"Gryffindor will never be a friend of Slytherin." Snape yelled grimacingly.

Seeing that Snape was showing signs of madness, McGoth hurriedly stopped, "I can't beat you anyway, everything you say is right." He complained to himself.

Snape watched as he watched the silent McGoth slowly calm down his excitement.

"What are you going to do?" Snape asked as if he had forgotten everything.

"Professor, I'm here to fulfill last semester's mission."

"Mission?" Snape sneered, "I thought you wouldn't dare to come again, why, you really think I'm the teacher you hired, continue if you want, and don't come if you don't want to?" ”

"Professor, no, I was busy with magic cards in the first few days of school, and I didn't have time for a while." McGoth hurriedly defended that he was really worried that Snape would no longer train him in the future.

Snape gave him a cold look, "With Occlumency." ”

"Yes." McGoth breathed a sigh of relief, and it was a pass.

Snape nodded with subtle satisfaction as he watched McGoth successfully perform Occlumency in one attempt.

"I'm not lazy, I heard from Professor Sprout about Christmas, it's lucky that you survived, I heard you say that you relied on Occlumency to have the opportunity to use the sobriety charm, tell me about the situation at that time, including your mood swings at the time."

"Yes, Professor." McGoss, who was in the sealing operation, was not embarrassed, and clearly explained the psychological changes from meeting the female ghost to going back.

Hearing McGoth say that he was so frightened that he didn't move, Snape showed a look of disgust, but he didn't say anything, at least he was still a little brainy at the time, and knew to use Occlumency to suppress his fear first.

"Alright, you can come back tomorrow and get all the things of your magic card done today." After saying that, he blasted him out a little impatiently.

After leaving the office, McGoth lifted the Occlumency, although this spell was very useful, but he still didn't like to be like Snape who completely suppressed his joys and sorrows every day, he felt creepy when he thought about that kind of life, and he didn't know how Snape could last so long, and in the end he could only sigh the power of love.

"McGoss, are you alright?" Around the corner, he saw Malfoy and Osido who were really waiting for him.

"I won't say thank you, next time I go to play, all the expenses will be on me." Magos said with a smile.

"What's the point of Muggle stuff?" Malfoy's mouth was disapproving, but his eyes lit up a little.