The meal had been eaten for nearly three hours unconsciously, and by the time he had finished listening to McGoss's speech, it was almost time for afternoon tea.

"So, that basilisk was stabbed to death by your classmate named Harry? Does he have that much strength? And cold weapons can also hurt the fantastic beasts you are talking about? Mr. Will didn't feel much of a sense of the new course that his son was proud to create, but instead showed a keen interest in Harry killing the basilisk.

McGoth was a little disappointed, he could be regarded as a relatively big achievement, why did his father only see fighting and killing, but he also admired Harry for being able to complete the counterattack in that situation, it was not that Dumbledore was helping in the dark in the original book, he basically relied entirely on himself.

"That's the Sword of Gryffindor, our house's founder, Godric. The treasure left behind by Gryffindor will appear when Gryffindors encounter danger and have no fear to fight them. Don't look at it as a cold weapon, I feel that its lethality is no worse than that of a sniper rifle. ”

As a man, Mr. Will couldn't help but take a strong interest in the sword, but before he could continue to ask, Mrs. Will, who was holding Viadandy, interrupted him and asked him about PUBG, as a woman in high society, or a mother, she had noticed the disappointment that had just passed away from McGoss.

Mr. Will smiled slightly, and stopped talking, he didn't notice it just now, he just felt that the boy didn't need to be so obedient, but since his wife spoke, let him show off, it just so happened that he was still more curious about the battle between wizards, although in his eyes, it was just a group of little children who didn't have any hair growing up fighting each other.

After all the things that happened in the school, the time for afternoon tea had passed, and he smacked his lips unsatisfied, he didn't expect his desire to talk so strongly, it seems that his attachment to his family is still very deep.

Mr. and Mrs. Will looked at their son who had been talking for almost an afternoon and were relieved, they were really a little worried that McGoth would completely plunge into that magical world and cut off contact with the world of ordinary people, after this afternoon of communication, they knew that McGoth was still the same McGoth before, but with an additional magical prefix.

He said a lot, but it didn't help them digest the food they had eaten in the afternoon, so he drove with his parents to the Thames.

There were a lot of people who came for a walk in the evening, and the Will couple occasionally greeted some of them and introduced them to McGoss, who responded enthusiastically.

"Really speaking, the world of ordinary people is more suitable for survival." He whispered with emotion.

"Do you know what survival is at a young age?" Mr. Will smiled disdainfully,

"Wait until you've gone through a little more deceit."

McGoth smiled wryly,

"I'm talking about ordinary people."

"Your mother and I are also ordinary people."

The choked McGoth was full of helplessness, Dad, can you communicate with me on the same channel? Or have you been jealous that I can learn magic?

Mrs. Will glanced at her husband angrily, she knew that her husband had always fantasized about being able to use magic, and he secretly played with some magic items in Magos's room, and thought that he had made it seamlessly, and he didn't want to think that the room on the third floor was cleaned by herself.

Next, he accompanied his parents to visit the night view of London before going back, then simply ate a late dinner, watched the hit TV series together, and finally said goodnight to each other and returned to his study.

It wasn't too early, and he didn't bother to continue writing the homework left by Flitwick, he practiced Transfiguration, which was quite rare to be honest, he could only conjure up a fifth of the chandelier, and the rest of the parts were still mice, knowing that it wasn't an overnight effort, he had to turn the rat back into its original form and put it back in the cage, ready to go back to his room to sleep.

At this moment, there was a knock on the study, and McGoth strangely opened the door to see that it was his father.

"Dad, what's the matter?" He asked curiously.

"It's nothing, just come over and see if you're asleep." Mr. Will replied insincerely.

McGoth looked at his father, who was looking around as he walked in, and didn't understand what he wanted to do, so he simply didn't care about him, and since he was here, he didn't rush to rest, so he opened the Charms homework and continued to write.

After a while, Mr. Will saw that his son ignored him and had to cough dryly.

Magos stopped his quill and turned to look at his father.

"That," Mr. Will said with a little embarrassment,

"Do you remember the great sword you brought back last year?"

"Remember, I got it back from the Room of Requirement, what's wrong with it?"

"Didn't you say the Sword of Gryffindor today?"

Hearing this, McGoth understood, he looked at Mr. Will and smiled,

"It should just be an ordinary big sword, at most someone has a spell attached to it, there is no exaggerated effect, I have done experiments before, in addition to being very strong, I suspect that the spell attached to it is to improve the sturdiness."

"That's right." Mr. Will was a little disappointed, and he thought that the two-handed greatsword was some kind of great weapon. Then he told him to rest early and left. Magos shook his head, how could he not know his father's thoughts, but unfortunately he was completely powerless, or the entire wizarding world could do nothing, they couldn't even let the Squib master magic, let alone Muggles in their eyes.

McGoss, who returned to the bedroom, looked at the big sword hanging next to the bed and smiled, and he didn't know which senior's masterpiece it was, and the workmanship was quite exquisite.

The next day, McGoth went to the Cauldron Bar, bought a few potions for the shrinking potion in Diagon Alley, and then went to his small shop to check it out, only Quirrell was there, and Lockhart was nowhere to be seen.

"Didn't Lockhart come before?"

Quirrell shook his head,

"It's only the first day of the holiday, and you really think he's so dedicated." As he spoke, he made him a drink.

"Thank you."

"Quirrell, do you know who will take over as the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?"

Quirrell shook his head, saying that this was probably only known to Dumbledore himself, and no one had guessed that he would invite Lockhart, a well-known star, to teach this class last year.

This is also expected, Dumbledore is not so easy to guess, and then he asked Quirrell about the Yin Corps, and wrote down what Quirrell said, and he went to the Blott Bookstore to buy the books that Lockhart said, no way, although the experience in it was not his own, but it is undeniable that this is indeed a very precious experience and memory of other adventurers.

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