McGoss, who was sitting quietly in the lounge, was in a daze while gently stroking Viadandy.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and he looked down at the little guy who was squinting and enjoying himself. Thinking that maybe you can let it find the secret room, pretend that it runs around on its own, and accidentally finds the secret room? After all, Filch's pet, Lady Loris, also likes to wander around, so it's not easy to suspect that she instructed it. But then he remembered that he had to be able to speak snake language when he opened the secret room, otherwise there was no difference between finding it and not finding it, and as far as he knew, Harry was the only one who could speak snake language except Voldemort, so he fell into a dead end again.

Thinking of this, McGoth was a little deflated, looked at Viadandy, and thought a little depressed, "It would be nice if you could also snake talk." ’

Viadandy seemed to feel something, and opened her squinted little eyes and meowed at him a little confused.

"Looks like you won't." Magos shook his head and sighed.

In the end, he looked at the time, it was only more than 2 o'clock in the morning, shook his head or went back to sleep, in this idealistic magic world, the memories he has seem to be of little use, especially there is a high-IQ big devil hiding in the shadows, if he knows him too well, I don't know if there is a benefit, but the danger is definitely everywhere.

The next day, Magos shook his dazed head and picked up his wand and cast a cleaning charm on himself.

Everyone probably didn't sleep well last night, but after looking at my watch, there was less than a quarter of an hour left until breakfast ended, and it looked like the whole dorm had overslept over.

Neville probably felt that he wouldn't be able to make it to breakfast if he didn't hurry up, so he picked up the magic robe and hurriedly put it on his head, but maybe the robe was a little pressed because it wasn't put away last night. Not only did he not put it directly into his body, but he was also stuck in the middle, shouting "help" hesitantly.

Harry and the others heard this, and hurriedly helped Nehuare's magic robe 'free' him.

"Neville, you should fold your robes before you go to bed." Ron said to Neville with the book in his arms, a little grumbling.

Blessed by Tonawi, none of the people in their dorm had time to eat breakfast, and when they arrived in the hall, all that was left was a table that could be used as a mirror.

"Why don't you say it's because you woke up late and didn't have breakfast." Before Neville could apologize, Hermione's voice rang out next to hermione.

Ron was taken aback by her sudden appearance and glared at her angrily, "Why are you here, haven't you had breakfast?" ”

Hermione held her head up proudly, "I'm not like some people, no matter how late I sleep, I always get up on time. So, I waited for you, and I waited after breakfast. As she spoke, she looked at the book they were holding with a slight sneer, and continued,

"Also, the class we're going to take later is a Defence Against the Dark Arts class, not a Charms class."

McGoth and the others were stunned, and Ron swallowed back the words he had just about to slap over, and looked at the book in Hermione's hand with some shock.

Harry, who watched Lockhart walk past him with satisfaction, breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly thanked Hermione for her reminder.

"If Professor Lockhart just looked at the Defence Against the Dark Arts book on your desk, we'd definitely be deducted points again, and you'd be dragged over by him to continue working as a coolie." Magos said in a teasing tone.

Harry's face turned, obviously remembering the painful experience before, thanks to the Quidditch match a few days ago, and then he finally didn't have to help Professor Lockhart sign autographs for fans, and the professor didn't look for him after the game, of course he wouldn't take the initiative to go over, wishing that the professor had forgotten about it.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson taught by Professor Lockhart, who had the help of a diary, was indeed wonderful, and the time passed before I knew it, and when the time came for the class, almost all the students showed a reluctant expression.

"It was a great wisdom that Headmaster Dumbledore had Professor Lockhart teach Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons, and I felt like I was there every time he told me about his adventures." Hermione's eyes sparkled as she watched Lockhart's back leave.

Hermione's words won the unanimous approval of the boys and girls around her.

"Although I think he spoke very well, it still feels a little awkward." Ron muttered.

McGoth looked at him and didn't speak, and he couldn't help but feel that Ron's instincts were really accurate.

There was no class in the afternoon, McGoth didn't hang out with Harry and the others, and he soaked in the library with Hermione, he wanted to see if he could find some clues in the library, and he vaguely remembered that Hermione seemed to have seen rumors of the secret room in the book.

However, I did useless work in the afternoon, and I couldn't find any strange stories about Hogwarts after reading a lot of books, and the rumors I heard from the seniors knew that they were false, such as the legendary strongest wizard Merlin left his wand at Hogwarts. This is really nonsense, did Merlin fight the Hogwarts Foundation when he was there? What else is the founder of the four major colleges who left an unimaginable wealth in the school, this is even more exaggerated, if there is really this money, Dumbledore would have found out to fund the poor little wizard, I really think that the first white wizard will not lose face.

A somewhat frustrated McGoth and Hermione left the library and went to the dormitory, on the way Hermione was a little strange about McGoss's mood and asked him what was wrong, McGoth casually found a perfunctory reason and waited for them to enter the common room but did not see Harry and Ron.

"What about Harry and Ron?" McGoth asked, confused.

"Inside, there seems to be something wrong with their faces." Neville gestured to the bedroom.

McGoth and Hermione looked at each other and walked together to the boys' dormitory.

"Hey, guys, what's going on?" McGoth opened the curtain to see Harry and Ron asking.

Harry and Ron looked back and saw McGoth and Hermione looking at them suspiciously, and waved them over, and Ron walked over to see if there was anyone else behind them.

"What the hell is going on, why are you so nervous, have you done something against the school rules?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"It's Harry, Harry said..."

"Dobby, that house-elf Dobby. He was also in Hogwarts. Before Ron could finish his words, Harry spoke quickly.

"In the afternoon, when I was alone in my dormitory, the house-elf suddenly appeared in front of me, and kept saying that I was in danger and told me to leave Hogwarts quickly. Is he crazy? By the way, Ron and I didn't make it to the nine-and-three-quarters platform because he did it. Harry said angrily.

I already knew. McGoth shrugged inwardly.

"What else did he say?" McGoth motioned for him to calm down.

"Anyway, it's all the conspiracy, the horrible consequences, and he won't tell me what it is, and according to him, my life will be in danger if I don't leave Hogwarts quickly. He also said that he was the one who did the Bludger out of control during the Quidditch match that day. ”

"Oh my God," Hermione covered her mouth in surprise, "are you sure he said he was trying to save you, not you?" ”