time at hogwarts

The meal lasted for nearly three hours without realizing it, and by the time I finished listening to Magos' story, it was almost time for afternoon tea.

"So, that basilisk was stabbed to death by your classmate named Harry? Did he have such strength? Can cold weapons also hurt the magical animals you mentioned?" Mr. Will asked his son The new course that I was proud to create didn't feel like much, but showed a lot of interest in Harry killing the basilisk.

Magos was a little disappointed. He had made a relatively big achievement. Why did his father only see fighting and killing? However, he also admired Harry for being able to complete a counterattack under such circumstances. That was not the case. In the original book, Dumbledore was helping in the dark, and he basically relied on himself.

"That is the Sword of Gryffindor. It is a treasure left by Godric Gryffindor, the founder of our academy. When Gryffindors encounter danger and have no fear, they must have the courage to fight against it. It will appear. Although it is a cold weapon, I feel that its lethality is no worse than a sniper rifle."

As a man, Mr. Will couldn't help but have a strong interest in this sword, but before he could continue to ask, Mrs. Will, who was holding Via Dandi, interrupted him and asked him about PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds. As an upper-class woman and a mother, she noticed Magos's fleeting disappointment just now.

Mr. Will smiled slightly and stopped talking. It was not that he had not noticed it just now, but he just felt that boys did not need to be so obedient. But since his wife had spoken, let him show off. It happened that he was still interested in the battle between wizards. He was rather curious, although in his eyes, it was just a group of little brats with no hair all over each other fighting each other.

After he finished telling everything that happened in school, the afternoon tea time had passed. He smacked his lips with unfinished content. He didn't expect that his desire to talk was so strong. It seemed that he still had a deep attachment to his family.

The Wills were relieved to see their son who had been talking for almost an afternoon. They were really worried that Magos would plunge completely into the magical world and lose contact with the ordinary world. After this, In the afternoon's exchange, they learned that Magos was still the same Magos as before, just with an extra magical prefix.

Although they talked a lot, it didn't help them digest the food they ate in the afternoon, so he drove with his parents to the Thames River for a walk.

There were many people walking here in the evening. The Wills occasionally greeted some people and introduced Magos to them, and they responded enthusiastically.

"Really speaking, the world of ordinary people is more suitable for survival." He sighed in a low voice.

"You know what survival is at such a young age?" Mr. Will smiled disdainfully.

"Wait until you have experienced more intrigues before you say this."

Magos smiled bitterly,

"I'm talking about ordinary people."

"Your mother and I are also ordinary people."

Magos, who was choked and speechless, looked helpless. Dad, can you communicate with me on the same channel?Or are you actually jealous that I can learn magic?

Mrs. Will glanced at her husband angrily. She knew that her husband had always fantasized about using magic. He secretly played with some of the magic items in Magos's room, thinking that he had made them perfectly. , and never thought that she cleaned the rooms on the third floor herself.

Next, he accompanied his parents to visit the night view of London for a while before going back. Then he had a simple late dinner and watched a popular TV series together. Finally, he said good night to each other and returned to his study.

It was getting late, and he was too lazy to continue writing the homework left by Flitwick. He practiced transfiguration. To be honest, it was quite rare. He could only transform a chandelier that was one-fifth of its size, and the other parts were still mice. Knowing this It didn't happen overnight. He had to change the mouse back to its original shape and put it back in the cage, ready to go back to the room to sleep.

At this time, there was a knock in the study. Magos opened the door strangely and saw that it was his father.

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

"Nothing, I just came over to see if you were asleep." Mr. Will replied insincerely.

Magos looked at his father who was looking around as he walked in. He didn't quite understand what he wanted to do, so he simply ignored him. Since he was here, he was not in a hurry to take a rest. He opened the Charms homework and continued writing.

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 a little embarrassed,

"Do you still remember the big sword you brought back last year?"

"Remember, I got it back from the Room of Requirement. What happened to it?"

"Didn't you talk about the Sword of Gryffindor today?"

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

"It should be just an ordinary big sword. At most, it has been enchanted by someone. There is no exaggerated effect. I have done experiments before. In addition to being very strong, I doubt that it is enchanted. It just improves the sturdiness.”

"That's it." Mr. Will was a little disappointed. He thought that the two-handed sword was some great weapon.Then he asked him to rest early and left.Magos shook his head. How could he not know what his father was thinking? Unfortunately, he was completely powerless, or the entire magical world was powerless. They couldn't even let Squibs master magic, let alone Muggles in their eyes.

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

The next day, Magos went to the Leaky Cauldron first, bought a few potions for the shrinking potion in Diagon Alley, and then went to his small shop to check out. Only Quirrell was there. Lockhart was, as expected, nowhere to be seen.

"Didn't Lockhart come?"

Quirrell shook his head,

"This is the first day of vacation, and you really think he is so dedicated." He said and made him a drink.

"Thank you."

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

Quirrell shook his head and said that perhaps only Dumbledore knew about this. Last year, no one would have guessed that he would invite Lockhart, a well-known star, to be the professor of this course.

This is also expected. Dumbledore is not so easy to guess. Then he asked Quirrell some things about the Inferi. After writing down what Quirrell said, he went to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore to record what Lockhart said. I also bought those books, but I couldn't help it. Although the experiences in them were not his own, it was undeniable that they were indeed very precious experiences and memories for other adventurers.

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