time at hogwarts

"Professor, I can't choose any of these four tasks." Magos looked at Snape speechlessly and said, how could he choose the fourth task, and how could he do the first three?

Snape's expression did not change at all, as if he had already guessed what choice he would make.

"Professor Snape, if you don't want to help me, you can just tell me. There is no need to let my happiness be in vain." He smiled bitterly.

"Why don't you choose the fourth task? It shouldn't be any difficult for you. With your intelligence, Mr. Potter will always be under your feet, and you will trample under your feet a peer who is called the savior. Isn't there any temptation for you?" There was probably no one except Snape who said the words of encouragement in a calm tone.Magos felt that Snape was completely teasing him by calling him over this time, and had never thought of helping him.

He shook his head, "Professor Snape, I'm sorry for not being able to help you. If there's nothing else to do, I think I should go back."

Seeing that Snape didn't speak any more, he turned around and prepared to leave the underground office.

"and many more."

"Professor?" Magos no longer had any hope that he would help. Does he still want to choose the fourth task?

"I can help you make those two potions. If you don't choose the fourth task, you must choose the other two tasks."

"Professor, I really can't do your task." Magos was already a little angry. This was a joke. He could complete the first three tasks and still need to ask him to help make the potion?

"I didn't say I wanted you to do it now." He said with his lowered eyelids without raising his head.

"Uh..." Magos was completely confused now.

"I can pay for the things you need in advance, but you must fulfill your mission from the day you get the things." Snape said coldly.

Is this another village?

Magos was stunned for a moment, then almost jumped up with joy and nodded repeatedly. As for the difficulty of the task, he simply ignored it. Anyway, Snape probably didn't mean to harm him.

"Your choice." Snape said calmly without any indication of his excitement.

"Then I choose," he paused briefly, "I choose the second and third."

Snape nodded slightly and said nothing, and Magos consciously said goodbye to him and left.

"Harry, why aren't you asleep yet?" Magos, who returned to the lounge, saw Harry and Ron still sitting in the lounge talking.

"He's too nervous. Magos, come and persuade him." Ron pulled him to sit opposite Harry as if he saw a savior.

"For tomorrow's Quidditch match?" It didn't take much to figure out why he wasn't sleeping.

Harry nodded with a scowl on his face, "McGoss, do you think I can really play? I heard other people bet on when I would fall off the broom, and said they would pick me up underneath with a cushion."

"Do you think you're going to fall?" Magos asked with a smile.

"Of course not." Harry said firmly.

"That's alright. Most of the people who are criticizing you are jealous that you can participate in this competition as a first-year student. What they say is not important. What is important is whether you think you can do it or not."

"I, I don't know either." Harry lowered his head dejectedly.

"Harry, you should give yourself some confidence. I think Malfoy is much better than you in this regard. You don't think you are inferior to Malfoy." McGoss also found the relationship between Harry and Malfoy very magical. , because of his existence, Harry and Malfoy are not as feuding as in the original work. Without the flying lessons and tit-for-tat on the train, although their relationship is not friends, it will not be like what is written in the novel.However, it seems that the two people are at odds with each other. They have no other conflicts, but they have unanimously set their sights on flying and Quidditch games. The two of them refuse to admit defeat and neither of them looks down on the other. , both think they are stronger than the other.So once it was said in front of Harry that he was not as good at flying as Malfoy he would act like he is now.

"Are you kidding? He will definitely be beaten to a pulp by me in tomorrow's game. I'm going to bed now. I want him to see who is the best." He walked towards the dormitory with high spirits.

"Magos, you are so awesome." Ron looked at him with admiration, "But I also used Malfoy to stimulate him before. Although he regained his confidence for a moment, he would soon lose it again. , why did he get completely excited when you said it?"

"Maybe he just wants to take a rest. Who knows, let's go, Ron, we don't have to sit in the lounge and be in a daze like Harry." He explained with a smile, but he didn't tell him the real reason. The reason why Harry regained his confidence immediately was not only because he told Malfoy, but also a very important reason was that Harry thought he was stronger than him and Malfoy (here refers to magic and spells, excluding flying). ), and he was the witness and judge of their flying skills in that flying class, so he was more useful than anyone else in talking about Malfoy.

"So that's it, I'll just say it." Ron muttered to himself, feeling that his reason was right.

After entering the dormitory, Magos found that Harry was already lying on the bed and fell asleep. He smiled slightly and walked to his bed to change and rest.

The next day, it was a rare day that Harry got up alone.

Before dawn, he woke up Magos and Ron, and Simoedanawi and others were also woken up by his shout.

"Oh, Harry, it's still early. Why are we getting up so early?" Dean said dissatisfiedly as he yawned.Harry just smiled and said nothing.

"...Okay, I'll forgive you since you have a competition coming up today."

"Then what should we do now? There is still more than an hour before breakfast, just waiting for breakfast like this?" Seamo's eyelids trembled, "Why don't we just let us sleep for a while."

"Okay, guys, today is a big day. Harry will represent Gryffindor as a first-year player later. We should be proud of him. Seamus, don't get up if you don't get up again." Blame it on me for throwing the assassin next to you to sleep with you." Magos said maliciously as he stared at Seamus who was lying on the bed again.

"No, no, no, I'll get up right now." Seamo turned over in fright and rolled out of bed. "Okay, I definitely can't fall asleep now. McGoss, I hope you have some good ideas to pass the time." Mo gave him a hard look.

"Of course." He said proudly and looked at the other people in the dormitory. "Let's play a little game. Have you mastered the levitating spell? Each of you uses the levitating spell to control a small wooden bar and use it as a broomstick. I will control a small ball as the golden snitch. Whose wooden bar will go first? How about whoever touches that ball wins."

"This is interesting, just like football." Seamus' unhappiness was instantly thrown away, and he danced around to find his wand.

"But there should only be one seeker. There are so many of us here." Ron was a little dissatisfied with this rule. "Except for Harry, the rest of us can play other players."

"But Ron, I don't have the ability to control three balls at once." He said and took out a round emerald from the box. "It's just a small game, don't take it too seriously. Okay, the rules are that malicious attacks on other people's wooden bars are not allowed. Do you want to play or not?"

Of course, everyone agreed, including Ron who was dissatisfied with only one ball. Everyone found their wands, then split a small wooden strip under various bed corners, and chanted a spell to make the wooden strip float. At a position of one or two centimeters above the ground.

"Neville, hurry up." Seamus saw that everyone was ready, except for Neville's small wooden stick which was still swaying and didn't want to go to the sky.

"Don't worry, Seamus, it's still early. Neville, come on, you can do it. Think about the spell the professor used at that time, and adjust a few syllables a little better...yes...yes, very good..."

With Magos's encouragement and help, Neville's wooden plank finally took off. Although it didn't look as stable as the others, looking at his expression of being so happy that he was about to cry, he must have been very satisfied.

"Thank you, Magos," Neville said with a trill.

"You're welcome, Neville. As long as you believe in yourself, you can do it." He said and controlled the emerald ball to float up. "Get ready... to start."

Under his control, his little ball began to fly around the dormitory. Everyone controlled their own little wooden bars and chased after them. However, the gap in proficiency meant that they would always disappear around a corner without paying attention. , and then chased again amidst the shouts and screams of others.

"Seamus, if you hadn't stopped me just now, I would have almost touched him." Ron's dissatisfied voice sounded.

"Also, if you and Dean hadn't squeezed me into the corner just now, I wouldn't have lost the ball." Seamo returned not to be outdone.

In fact, it was an illusion that they almost touched each other. It was Magos deliberately wandering around them.Relying on his higher proficiency than them, Magos was very interested in teasing these little brats.

"Wow, Harry, I didn't expect you to be so talented at flying things. I almost got touched by you." Just when he was having fun teasing the children, the small wooden bar controlled by Harry came from a corner. Rushing out, he almost got hit.

Harry smiled shyly after listening to Magos's painting, and then chased after him again.

After a while, apart from being teased, they still didn't touch Magos' ball.

"Magos, this isn't fair. You are much more skilled than us." Dean, who was chasing after him again, shouted in displeasure.

"Hehe, I can't help it, why are you inferior to me?" Magos' words aroused public outrage.They discussed with each other for a while, decided not to undermine each other, and began to work together to chase Magos's ball.

Now the pressure on Magos has doubled. Let alone teasing now, their proficiency has been increasing as the control lasts longer. If he can avoid being chased by them, he is already considered awesome. Now they work together to contain him. He, he felt like he might throw himself into the street.As the wooden bars they controlled slowly compressed the ball's movement range from all directions, McGoss tried several times to break through the defense but failed.

"You guys are awesome, but you think there's nothing I can do about it?" He looked at the proud smiles of the kids around him.Magos laughed too.

As soon as he finished speaking, the small ball he controlled suddenly floated upwards.He was about to float the ball to a height beyond their control, and then looked at the angry but helpless looks of these little brats.He couldn't help but laugh thinking about it.Then when he floated to a height of 1.5 meters, a wooden bar suddenly floated upward from below. This shocked Magos. He didn't expect that among these little brats, there was someone pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Yes, he carefully controlled the ball and avoided it.After a while, the small wooden stick suddenly fell from the sky as if the plane ran out of fuel. Magos hissed slightly, wiped his forehead that was not sweating, and sighed that he almost capsized in the gutter and was killed by a primary school student.