time at hogwarts

The dazzling sunlight was blocked by the thick curtains in the room, and Magos slowly woke up from a deep sleep.

There was no one in the dark room, which made him a little uneasy after having just experienced life and death last night.He instinctively moved his arms to sit up, but he found that this action that was easy in the past was now a bit difficult for him. The soreness in his arms completely awakened his brain, which was a little sluggish from just waking up.

"Qi Luo also came over. Is this considered reincarnation? I saved him and let him change his destiny, so he came to save me. If I didn't care about anything at the beginning and let it develop, yesterday would definitely be difficult. If you escape, your parents will be hurt, so it's a sure thing to drink and peck."

Just as he was staring at the ceiling and comprehending life, the door was gently opened.

"Are you awake? McGoss." Mrs. Will said happily as she walked closer and saw her son, who was lying down a little, mumbling to himself.

Magos looked at his mother who was happy and worried, and replied with a smile,

"Mom, I made you worry."

Mrs. Weir burst into tears immediately after hearing this, and sat by the bed and hugged him.

"Your father told me everything yesterday. You were so brave. We are all proud of you, Magos."

"I just did what I was supposed to do, Mom, what anyone would do in that situation."

Mrs. Will smiled and did not refute him. Coming from a big family, she knew that not everyone could do this, let alone the second generation who had been pampered since childhood in order to protect their parents. How could they not wet their pants in such a situation? This is already considered remarkable, let alone resisting, especially for the sake of family property, it is not uncommon for people to harm their own biological parents.

"Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat." She asked Magos as she sat him down on the bed.

Magos touched his belly and smiled sheepishly.

"I'm really hungry, thank you mom."

Mrs. Will smiled softly, went over to open the curtains, and then went out to prepare breakfast for him.

"By the way, mother, is Quirrell still at home?"

she nodded,

"I'll just go over and tell Mr. Quirrell that you're awake."

Quirrell came not long after Mrs. Weir had gone out.

"How did you sleep?"

"Great, thank you for arriving in time yesterday, otherwise..."

Quirrell waved his hands and showed an unbearable expression.

"There is no need to say these words. Your parents have already said it all morning. Instead of continuing to say words of thanks, why not tell me what happened yesterday, although your father has already said it."

"By the way, where is my dad? How is his leg?"

"Don't worry, the magic potion plus the recovery spell will have enough effect for an ordinary person to make him instantly recover and get a little excited. He seems to be very interested in the magic world."

He said and shook his head helplessly,

"If it hadn't been for your mother to stop him, I think he seemed to want me to give him a few more recovery spells. His expression was a bit, well, you should understand. As for where he went, I don't know. He seems to have gone to some company."

Magos could believe his father's performance at that time, smiled and nodded.Then he told him everything that happened yesterday, including the existence of the big sword.

Quirrell sat in a chair and thought for a while and said,

"That wizard should be a itinerant habitual criminal. It is difficult to arrest such a person. But fortunately you didn't listen to him. After committing a crime, they will erase the victim's memory about them. If they meet a wizard like you, they may directly If I turn you into an idiot, you should not dare to kill someone, and in the end you should be ruthless only because you want to take away the big sword."

As he spoke, he paused.

"This is the first time I've heard of that sword's ability. Your father didn't tell me about it."

"My father, he..."

"I understand, he did the right thing. He should have seen the value of the sword from the expression on the wizard's face yesterday, and didn't tell me to prevent me from having evil thoughts. Magos, you have a good father."

"I think so," Magos said with a smile.

"Your college does have the Sword of Gryffindor, but I've never heard of it being able to break the spell."

"Harry has used it before. It seems to have the ability to teleport through magical space. It is only aimed at us Gryffindors." Then he also told him about Harry's killing of the basilisk.

"Harry." He nodded inexplicably.

"From when I was still at Hogwarts, I saw that he was very brave and a perfect Gryffindor. So the sword in your hand is more precious than the Sword of Gryffindor. After all, Gryffindor The sword can only be used against students of your college."

"Have you not heard the slightest legend about it?"

Quirrell shook his head, and then Mrs. Will knocked on the door and pushed in a small dining table.

"You can ask the servant to push it here, mother."

Mrs. Will smiled and said it was okay, pushed the dining table to the bedside and Quirrell nodded and left.

"You have a good mother." Quirrell praised again while looking at the locked door.

"So I will protect them with my life." Magos said, picking up the milk and taking a sip to make his stomach feel better.

"There are many legends about swords, but none of them are directly immune to magic spells." Quirrell shook his head.

"Maybe you can write and ask Professor Dumbledore, or find the answer from the place where you got it. By the way, how did you get this sword? Is it in your home collection?"

This question reminded McGoss that he didn't seem to have obtained it openly.

"Forehead,"

"It's not convenient to say? It doesn't matter. I'm just telling you where you can find the answer."

"No," he looked at Quirrell awkwardly.

"I got it from Hogwarts. In the Room of Requirement, I thought one of the seniors made it for fun, so I took it back as a work of art."

Quirrell's eyes were dull when he heard this answer.

"Hogwarts?"

"Although I know that Hogwarts has a lot of good things, but you can break the spell just by coming back with a sword?"

Quirrell had an expression on his face that said, "I don't know much about reading, don't lie to me."

"Really." Magos told him everything about that day, including the move to hide Ravenclaw's crown.

The corner of Quirrell's mouth began to twitch. He was also a wizard. Is the gap too big?He has been studying at Hogwarts for several years, let alone picking up good things. It would be better if he didn't lose anything. This person picked up such a powerful magic item in his first year?

Then he thought about how he had hoped to gain practical experience and go on adventures before becoming a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. However, when he traveled to Albania and was tricked by Voldemort, he suddenly felt the urge to cry.

"Show me that sword." He didn't want to talk to Magos about picking up the treasure anymore, so he turned the topic away abruptly.

Magos didn't know what Chilo was thinking, otherwise he would have told him that there was a kind of people called African chiefs, or African chiefs for short.