"Harry, Malfoy, are you alright?" Magos asked as he squeezed into the crowd and looked at the two sitting on the lawn being examined by Madam Pomfrey.

"Now, sir, please be quiet, I need to conduct a full examination of these two gentlemen." Madam Pomfrey looked at the screaming McGoth in displeasure.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Madam Pomfrey, you keep checking." McGoth shut up.

Harry grinned at him, looking like there was nothing wrong with it, which made Magos's tense heart drop slightly, and he nodded at him.

Looking at Malfoy again, this handsome little handsome man had the opposite expression to Harry, his face was gloomy, and he exuded an aura of being unapproachable, and he lowered his head, not knowing whether he regretted saving Harry or if he had just been injured by his actions.

"McGoss, this way." Ron's shouting voice came out, and McGoth looked up to see Hagrid's massive body.

He walked over to them and waited quietly for the results of Madam Pomfrey's examination, and Madam Pomfrey could be said to have examined their bodies almost inch by inch before standing up.

"Madam Pomfrey, how are they, are they hurt?" Hermione hurriedly asked.

Madam Pomfrey glanced at Hermione, "Mr. Potter has a dislocated left hand, it's not a big deal, Mr. Malfoy's right rib is a bit misaligned and needs a few days of rest." After speaking, he frowned and said to the others: "Get out of the way, I need to take them to the school hospital for treatment, don't all gather here." ”

The crowd suddenly moved out of the way, but Madam Pomfrey looked a little unhappy that they hadn't left, but didn't say anything more, but conjured two stretchers. McGoth and Ron, as well as Goyle and Crabbe in Slytherin, consciously carried Harry and Malfoy onto the stretcher, respectively. Slowly they followed Madam Pomfrey, followed by Hermione Hagrid and Seamus, and a few of the Slytherin men left with them.

It wasn't until they carried Harry and Malfoy out of the crowd that the crowd slowly and excitedly talked about the game and gradually left.

McGoth waited until Madam Pomfrey had healed the two of them and put them to sleep with the Sleep Charm before leaving the hospital with Hermione and the others.

"I didn't expect Malfoy to save Harry." Ron couldn't help but say when he got out of the school hospital. "It's incredible."

"We owe him a serious thank you, if it weren't for his last help, Harry doesn't know how badly injured." Hermione's image of Malfoy changed dramatically after this incident.

McGoth nodded, but he felt that he should be most thankful for himself, if it wasn't for his own misjudgment and interrupting Snape's counter-spell, there would not have been such a serious accident.

"Let's celebrate them when they're well." His words were unanimously agreed.

"By the way, Magos, where did you go before?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"I was watching the game from Slytherin, I came back from the bathroom in the stands and it was the best place to play, so I didn't go back there." McGoth gave the reason he had already thought of, then looked at his watch and said that there was something to do when he came back to see Harry and them.

Hermione looked at Mygoth in deep thought as he hurriedly left, she felt that Mygoth was getting more and more wrong, but the little girl didn't think about it for long, she knew that the magic card he had planned was almost finished, and she thought he might be busy with that god's chatter.

When McGoth came to Snape's office again, he suddenly didn't dare to open the door in front of him, he didn't know if he had done something wrong after the game just now, he had doubts about his change in the original plot, he didn't know whether what he was doing now was right or wrong, he obviously wanted to make them safer and more united. As a result, because his actions have put them in an even more dangerous situation, is it true that he should be doing not acting?

Just when he was confused, the office door suddenly opened automatically. Snape knew he was at the door, but he didn't know why he didn't come in, was it because he was afraid of scolding and questioning?

Magos looked at the door that opened automatically and walked in hesitantly.

"I need an explanation, Mr. Will." Snape said with a cold look at him. "If I'm not mistaken, you said in the ring that I wanted you to come to me? But I don't think I wanted you to do it. ”

"Professor Snape, I ......"

"And Mr. Potter, do you know what you've done?" Snape looked annoyed.

"I'm sorry, Professor." McGoth looked down and didn't know what to answer.

"Excuse me? Mr. Will, that's your explanation? The slight upward voice showed Snape's strong displeasure with the answer.

McGoth looked up at Snape, "Professor Snape, can I ask you a question before I answer your question?" McGoss's words made Snape startle slightly. His face was completely gloomy.

"If your question doesn't explain my question, it's best not to ask."

Ignoring the warning in Snape's tone, McGoth asked, "Professor Snape, have you ever doubted that someone in the school would want to do something to Harry. Potter is not good. ”

Snape's expression changed unconsciously when he heard the question, but he quickly returned to his previous appearance.

"Mr. Will, I don't understand what you mean by this, do you mean to say that Mr. Potter was knocked out of the broomstick by the Quaffle by accident?"

"Is it an accident or not, I think you know better than I do." McGoth smiled wryly, he didn't want to play any more dumb now, he had lost faith in his way of changing the plot.

"You doubt Professor Quirrell, right? Professor Snape. McGoth gave a straightforward answer.

Snape's eyes narrowed, "Mr. Will, slandering a school professor could be ordered to drop out, I don't know what I suspect Professor Quirrell." ”

"Professor Snape, you don't have to pretend you don't know anything, in fact, I already knew that Professor Quirrell had a problem, and Professor Quirrell told me that he told me."

Snape heard that the front was fine, but his face twitched uncontrollably when he heard the last sentence.

"Mr. Will, are you kidding me?" He stared coldly at the boy in front of him, and if his answer didn't satisfy him, he was ready to give him the two potions he had promised him and never pay any more attention to him.

McGoth couldn't see Snape's thoughts, but he wasn't prepared to hide it from him anymore, and he told him everything that had happened during his last trip to Quirrell's office.

Snape had a look of disbelief on his face when he heard it, he did have some suspicions that Quirrell had a problem, but he definitely didn't expect that it was actually Quirrell who was transferred, and someone used some kind of dark magic to recreate a new personality to replace him, as for who did it, he didn't have to think about it to know who it was, but it would really be like he said? He was both somewhat convinced and skeptical.

McGoth quietly looked at Snape, whose face was constantly changing, and could see so many expressions on Snape's face, and it was estimated that it might only be like this once in his life.

"Are you sure you're not kidding?" Snape asked suspiciously, his expression stopped changing, and he returned to his gloomy stare to stare at him.

"I swear in Merlin's name!" McGoth made an ancient wizard's salute and looked Snape in the eye without showing any hint of weakness.

"Do you know how unbelievable you say, I don't believe most wizards will believe these words."

"So I never thought to tell anyone else, and I wouldn't have said it this time if you didn't have to ask me for an explanation." Magos said with a wry smile.

"Headmaster Dumbledore must be informed of this, and he will be able to discern what you say is true or false."

"No, Professor Quirrell said Headmaster Dumbledore might have given him up if he knew."

"Let's not mention whether what you said is false or not, first of all, you know that such a dangerous character is in the school, and the students in the whole school will be in danger." Snape suddenly said loudly.

"Professor, no, that fake Quirrell hasn't found anyone knowing his identity until now, and he hasn't discovered the existence of the real Professor Quirrell, as long as we make him think he's hiding well, he won't do anything bad to the students." McGoth hastened to explain.

"That Harry. What do you say about Potter, he still did it, didn't he? Snape was unmoved.

"It was just an accident, Professor. Moreover, this opportunity is also his only chance. ”

"Accidents? I don't want the accident to happen again. And Mr. Will, you are wrong, even if he only dares to use his hands on the Quidditch field, this is not the only one, you know, the school Quidditch tournament is held once a year. ”

MAGOS LOOKED AT SNAPE, WHO SEEMED DETERMINED TO TELL DUMBLEDORE ABOUT IT, AND HE COULDN'T TELL HIM THAT QUIRRELL WOULD BE GIVEN TO GAMEOVER BY HARRY AT THE END OF THE NEXT SEMESTER.

In fact, even McGoth himself was a little puzzled why he cared so much about Quirrell and hoped that he could live, because he made it interesting to draw an expression every time he wrote. Or does he want to change this rather righteous character who received the bento in the first part? Maybe it's both. He wanted to see what the real Quirrell would look like.

"Professor Snape, I promised Professor Quirrell not to tell anyone about this, but now I obviously broke the contract, but I still want you to give me, Professor Quirrell a chance, and I assure you, if Professor Quirrell doesn't recover before next year's Quidditch match, I agree with you to tell Headmaster Dumbledore about it." McGoth looked at Snape insistently, hoping that he would change his mind and agree to his suggestion.

"We're just assuming now that what you're saying is true, and I won't believe you without the headmaster's discernment."