McGoth has once again become the 'hot search' of Hogwarts. On the one hand, his victory opened the door to a new world for young wizards, and on the other hand, Slytherin has been looking at him dangerously lately, and if it weren't for the fast winter vacation, McGoth felt that the second full martial arts tour would begin. Don't forget, McGoth's victory has earned Gryffindor a lot of house points, and once Slytherin dares to make a move, with Gryffindor's temper, it will not turn into a house-level PK.

So in order to go back to Christmas quietly, McGoth has always resisted the urge to provoke.

Dressed in the thick winter coat that had been prepared, Magos pushed the box and looked at the Slytherins who were glaring at him with some emotion.

"How energetic, I shouldn't look too old."

Cedric, who was not far behind him, heard him sigh and twitched, and looked at a few angry Slytherins around him, with obvious pity on his expression, he finally defeated the teams of the three houses, but he didn't expect to be wiped out by such a third-year little wizard.

The point is that if you lose the game head-on, it's nothing, but no one expected that they would lose everything with such insidious tactics. Crucially, their Slytherins were known for their cunning and cunning, and now they were the laughing stock of the other three houses.

Several Slytherins, who were trembling with anger from McGoss, looked at Hagrid and found that they had no chance to stumble, so they had to snort heavily and stay away from him.

Ron didn't say anything, and gave a thumbs up to show his admiration.

"Luckily, Hagrid guessed something might be wrong, so he stayed here early." Harry didn't bring a suitcase, but traveled lightly, he came to see McGoth off them, Ron had promised to spend Christmas with him at Hogwarts this year, but now he didn't need it, Ron still had this bit of knowledge. Harry would wait for them all to leave, and then he would go straight to the Screaming Shack through the secret passage that Sirius had told him to beat Willow.

"I don't understand what you're trying to tease them for."

"If Hagrid wasn't here, I'm sure they'd do it." Hermione was unhappy with McGoss's provocative move, and the victor's gesture should not be like this.

"I just like to see them vomit blood angrily, but they don't think I can help it."

"I like it too." Ron nodded earnestly.

Hermione, who couldn't stand them, pushed the box and walked into the group of girls.

"See you next year." After a moment out of the school gate, McGoth and Harry said goodbye.

"See you next year." Harry waved his hand vigorously.

"I'm curious how he and Sirius will get along." Ron lowered his voice and said softly.

"See for yourself, Harry didn't invite you to stay with you."

"Forget it, even Hermione knows this is Harry's most anticipated day, so I'd better not bother them."

"I think you're the right choice. Let's go, there's a magic car ahead. ”

When the Hogwarts Express rang again on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, McGoth put down the Potions Book in his hand and put the herbal book on the table into a box.

With Ron and Hermione getting off the train, the air in London felt worse than when they went to school.

"And it's colder." Ron tightened his collar, the heat rising from his mouth.

Coming out of the platform, McGoth was surprised to find that it was not his parents who drove to pick him up, nor the driver who had been picking him up, but someone he didn't expect.

After greeting Hermione Ron's parents, he got into the car that had come to pick him up.

"Sauron, when did you come back?" Magos looked at the somewhat sangsang driver and asked impatiently. To be honest, he didn't know if he was still alive if his father hadn't occasionally told him news of Sauron for the past two years. And as he learned more about magic here, he regretted his decision a little, although Sauron himself wanted to be stronger, but the direct gap between ordinary people and wizards was insurmountable, even if he became one of the best snipers, he thought things were too simple at the beginning.

"I just came back from Africa a few days ago, and yesterday I learned from the Earl that you were back today, so I applied to let me come over." Sauron replied with a smile.

"How have the past few years?" After a moment of silence, McGoth asked.

"It's okay, it's fulfilling, I've met a lot of people in the training camp, and the level has gone up a lot, so if that happens again, I'm sure I'll shoot a bullet into their brains before they react."

Although Sauron's tone was very flat, McGoth could still hear his unwillingness, but there was no way, ordinary people were almost helpless in the face of the curse. Since Sauron's confidence was so high, McGoth didn't want to attack him, telling him that those two wizards were at the bottom of the wizarding world. He then asked Sauron to tell him about what had happened to him over the years.

Listening to Sauron's story, the car soon returned to the castle of the Will family.

"So you've had a few supernatural encounters in Africa?" While listening to Sauron's account of an assassination mission, he stumbled upon something strange, and he always felt something familiar.

"Yes, I don't know if it's the same as the wizard I met last time, but that mysterious feeling is not something we can do."

"Maybe you accidentally discovered something, was discovered by that wizard, and then used the Oblivion Charm to erase your memory, tomorrow I will take you to a friend to see, if there are any sequelae or something."

Sauron nodded, not refusing or looking expectant. In his opinion, that memory is lost when it is lost, and his purpose is only to become stronger anyway.

For dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Will made a table of luxurious food for McGoss.

Unlike in the past, when talking about the wizarding world, Mr. Will left Sauron behind, knowing why Sauron had gone to such a dangerous training in the first place.

Magos used a silencing magic item in the lobby, and then a barrier and guardian charm on a vase.

"Use your sniper to see if you can break my magic barrier."

After getting Mr. Will's consent, Sauron didn't talk nonsense, took out his equipment from outside the door, quickly assembled it, and then fixed it, and then took less than a second to aim and shoot.

"Bang!" The roar of a loud sniper rifle echoed through the hall, and Magos was prepared to distribute the closed earplugs to everyone.

"Didn't break it?" Sauron looked at the area where the sparks flickered in disbelief, apparently still some distance away from the vase. He used a sniper rifle, and he couldn't even break the obstacle magic set up by McGoth, so what was the point of his suffering in the past few years?