time at hogwarts

"Ron, you go contact your two brothers, Fred and George. I think they will be interested. Harry, go to Slytherin and call Malfoy, but tell him not to bring Goyle and George." Crabbe, they can't help you much, you tell him to take Theodore Nott with him."

"Who is Theodore Nott?" Harry asked.

"Those Slytherins who are in the same class as us, please don't ask so many questions. After you have contacted them, tell them to meet up the day after tomorrow. I will tell you at the meeting point when the time comes, Ron, you take your two brothers with you tomorrow night. Come here, I need a secret room or something to be our base camp.”

After making the arrangements, Magos went to sleep peacefully. Since he had deciphered the contents on the parchment, his dreams all night were about using the parchment with the legendary beast. From then on, his magic power was boundless and invincible in the world.

"Hehe, hehe." He who was sleeping had no idea how obscene his smile was in reality.

"Magos, Magos, wake up." While he was beating the world, a hazy voice came to his ears, trying to drag him out of this unrealistic world. He instinctively wanted to resist, but Then he seemed to hear someone saying that he should wake Ron up the same way he woke him up last time, and suddenly he was out of the dream where he was the only one in the world.

Saw Magos open his eyes.Ron and Harry sighed in disappointment.Magos glanced at them with disdain, "You guys are like me!"

"What's the class today?" Magos asked, yawning and washing up.

"Herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts are in the morning, and Transfiguration and Charms are in the afternoon." Harry said weakly.

"Then let's go. The greenhouse is not close to the restaurant."

When they ran to the greenhouse door panting, they happened to meet the Ravenclaw prefect Anthony Goldstein. He was mysteriously talking to several Ravenclaw freshmen, but when they came closer, Finally, they all stopped talking, greeted them happily and left.

"This is the first-year greenhouse, why are the Ravenclaw prefects here?" Ron muttered strangely and didn't care, and so did everyone else.

Today Professor Sprout was talking about devil's net and how to take care of it. Hermione asked several questions in interest.McGoss was equally interested in this strange animal and plant, and he asked Professor Sprout for advice on how to make it grow as big as the book said.Professor Sprout happily told everyone, and at the end of the class, no one gave her a devil's net seed.

"I can't figure out why you are interested in this." Lavender Brown looked at Magos with some confusion as he carried the seeds of the Devil's Net as far as possible.

"I'm just curious, Lavender. If you don't want it, can you give it to me? Professor Sprout didn't say it was homework. He probably just threw it to us for fun."

"That's great, give it to you." Lavender Brown happily gave the seed to Magos.Parvati Patil, Seamus Finnegan, Harry and Ron also gave him seeds, but the others were somewhat interested in Devil's Net and did not give it to him.

"Why do you want so many devil's net seeds?" Hermione asked doubtfully: "If you want to use it as a gatekeeper, it can at most stop people who don't understand, but for those who know their characteristics, This is useless.”

"I know, but I'm really just curious."

Hermione looked at her suspiciously and said nothing.

Then came Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but he couldn't do anything else except make jokes during class. All the students felt both sympathy and contempt for him, and Magos, who knew the plot, knew that this was the case. The guy did this on purpose, not only to reduce his suspicion, but also to prevent them from learning the real defense against dark arts.

"Professor, I want to know what we can do to escape or not be hurt if we encounter a werewolf." Magos looked at Professor Quirrell, who was as funny as ever, and stood up helplessly to ask for the answer he wanted to know.

"Well, well, well, well. Ha, well, you just...just run...run...well." Quirrell replied sheepishly.His words caused a burst of laughter from all the students.He crossed his arms sheepishly.Magos looked at the scene with cold eyes. This guy was really tolerant. He was almost like a Ninja Turtle.But he didn't want to let him go just like that. This was a school and Dumbledore was here. No matter how angry he was, he wouldn't dare to do anything to him.

"Professor, I want to know if we need to learn how to avoid and avoid encountering some dark creatures in addition to learning some ordinary spells here. You must know that not all of us will be professors here." He emphasized the last two words.For a moment, the entire classroom was eerily silent. Professor Quirrell's face turned red. He looked at a loss. However, Magos, who had been watching him, still saw the shame, anger, regret and... murderous intent in his eyes.As an excellent Hogwarts graduate, being able to teach at the school shows that his level is not low. In addition, he is also known for his talent and very solid theoretical knowledge. He has also taught Muggle Studies, which shows that he has a deep understanding of logic. Students should also understand that it is even more extraordinary to be taught such an important course as Defense Against the Dark Arts, and now to be insulted like this by a first-year freshman, even with Voldemort's suppression, he can't help but burst out.Magos looked at him warily, ready to shout for help with a magic spell at the slightest sign of trouble.But it seemed that Voldemort's suppression was greater than his own thoughts. He was a little lucky and a little regretful.Neither does he

If you dare to provoke him again, you are just playing with fire. If you play too much, you will burn yourself.

In the absence of Magos's troubles, this class seemed to end with Quirrell's clumsiness as usual, but if someone walked over and listened to his heartbeat, it would be known from the rapidly beating heart that he had not forgotten what he had just said. humiliation.When everyone left the classroom, Quirrell took out his wand and smashed everything around him to pieces.

"Master, why don't you let me teach him a lesson?" Quirrell said to himself with a sad face.

"Idiot, don't disturb my resurrection with these irrelevant things." A voice sounded from the back of his head.

"You are right, my master." Quirrell returned seemingly respectfully.But if the owner of that voice saw his angry eyes, he would know that he didn't mean what he said.The voice probably got some emotional feedback from his mind as he threw a red date. "Catch him after I'm resurrected, and I'll let you do whatever you want." However, this kind of empty promise has little effect after being written too much. Quirrell suppressed his emotions and thanked him respectfully.

"You were so inappropriate just now." After leaving the classroom, Hermione and a group of Gryffindors launched a crusade against Magos. Although they looked down on Quirrell, he could make them feel relaxed, and they still Quite like him.This time even Harry and Ron didn't take his side, so he smiled and didn't explain.You can't say that your stupid-looking professor is actually very awesome. No one will believe it.He actually thought about telling Dumbledore about this, but he had no choice but to give it up because there was no evidence. Only the guy with the face behind him would know if he was always behind him.

Fred and George sneaked up to either side of him while they were eating.

"We all know it." Fred.

"Ron wrote to us last night using Harry's Hedwig." George.

"That's a great idea for you to work part-time."

"We have already thought of a secret room to use as a base camp."

"I really want to start making it soon."

"We can't wait."

"But for the rules."

"We still have some small opinions."

As soon as they sat down they kept talking about the magic cards.Magos put down the tableware helplessly and whispered: "Can we wait until tonight to discuss this matter? There are so many people now, what if it reaches the ears of the principal and dean?"

"we are not."

"It's so exciting."

"And can you please say a word to each other? It sounds uncomfortable to me." Magos asked with a grimace.

"of course."

"No."

"Hahaha." They laughed and left.

"We are waiting for your notification." they said in unison.

"Your brothers have such great personalities," Magos said to Ron after they left.

Ron nodded with a frustrated face, and it seemed that he had suffered a lot.

In the afternoon Transfiguration class, McGonagall successfully turned a book into a running cat, and Hermione turned a tea cup into a mouse. Others could not see any progress. Professor McGonagall had two questions about the successful transformation. Each family received three points and two points.The other students looked at them with envy.

"How did you do it? Until now, I can only turn the cup hand into a tail." Neville looked at Magos and Hermione with admiration.

"It's very simple, Neville, come on, follow me." Hermione happily taught Neville.

After class, Harry and Ron asked Magos the same question, and Magos shut them up with one word: endorsement.

"Today we are going to learn the spell Clear Water Like a Spring!" Flitwick said while looking at a stack of books.

"As we all know, people cannot live without drinking water, whether they are Muggles or wizards, so this spell can be fully mastered by me and all of you. Let me give you a demonstration first."

"Clear water like a spring!" After he finished reciting the spell, he saw clear spring water emerging from the top of his wand.

"This spell prevents us from getting thirsty when there is no water. This is a very useful spell. Now let's start practicing."

Magos memorized this spell and used it several times, but only a few drops of water came out. Not to mention quenching his thirst, it was not enough to quench his greed. However, the results of others and him were almost the same as one or two drops of water.

"Professor Flitwick." Magos raised his hand.

"What's the matter, Mr. Will?" Professor Flitwick looked at him with a smile.

"Professor, as far as I know we will learn an attack spell in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Blazing Fire! I want to know, if you use powerful magic to cast this spell, will the effect be similar to that of Blazing Fire? "

"Oh, this is a very good question. One point for Gryffindor." Professor Flitwick jumped up happily like a child.