time at hogwarts

"Master, welcome home." The butler welcomed Magos out of the car with impeccable etiquette.

"Did something happen at home?" Magos frowned and looked at the somewhat depressed servants around him.

"Master, the count and his wife are waiting for you in the living room. You will know when you come over." After saying that, he stood behind him and made a gesture of invitation.

The joy that Magos had just come back was gone, and he wasn't going to think about it anymore. Anyway, his parents would tell him when he got home, and he strode into the castle.

"Little Goss is back, let mom see if she has become thinner or darker." As soon as she entered the door, Mrs. Will excitedly ran to him and took his hand, looking left and right, with a happy face. .

Seeing his mother who was inexplicably excited, Magos instantly put aside his previous worries and smiled at his mother's mercy.

After reading a few rounds, Mrs. Weir looked up and saw her son staring at her with a smile, her face turned slightly red, and then she patted his head with a little annoyance, "We haven't seen each other for a few months, nothing else has changed, but he has become bolder." , How dare you find your mother."

Magos looked aggrieved and said, "Mom, I didn't do anything. You gave me a kick as soon as I came back."

Mrs. Will pretended to be serious and nodded, but the smile at the corner of her mouth could not be concealed.

"Okay, stop making trouble. You started making trouble right after you came back, and you didn't let Magos sit down and rest first." The earl's serious voice came from not far away.

Mrs. Weir stopped pretending, her eyes were like crescent moons with joy, she took Magos's hand and led him to the sofa.

"Let me tell you, don't look at the serious look on your father's face now. In fact, if the housekeeper hadn't pulled him back just now, you would have seen him at the station."

"Ahem." Having his wife undermine him in front of his son, he couldn't stand being a businessman.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I was just preparing to go out for something." The count gave the lady a sharp look.The lady laughed and ignored it.

Just when the Earl opened his mouth slightly to speak, Mrs. Will suddenly seemed to remember something, said "Wait a minute", interrupted what the Earl wanted to say, and walked to a small shop next door with her skirt in hand. He walked into the guest room and walked out with several sets of clothes.

Magos and the Earl had no room to interrupt at this time, and could only look at the busy Mrs. Will helplessly.Then Mrs. Will pulled up Magos, who had just sat down, and asked him to try on these clothes quickly. Magos had a grimace and couldn't refuse, and looked at his father for help.

The earl tilted his head and pretended not to notice. At this moment, he knew that it was not the time for him to interrupt. He sat down again and happily watched his wife 'treating' his son.

Rejected by his father without hesitation, Magos looked at his mother's expectant eyes and sighed and picked up the top coat.

Not to mention Mrs. Will, even the earl was amused by his adult sigh, and his helpless but helpless look was so funny.

The following time became Magos's personal fitting show, with Mrs. Will in front of the guidance and evaluation. The only audience was Earl Will. The butler consciously gave up the space after accompanying Magos in. Their family.

Mrs. Will's crescent-like eyes often commented that the clothes were too small and her son was thin. Anyway, if the clothes didn't fit or didn't look good, it was definitely a problem with the clothes. Her son was definitely the best and most perfect...

After trying on nearly twenty sets of clothes like this, the Earl saw that Mrs. Will was still very interested and could only act like a bad guy and interrupt him.

"Edela, I have been trying for almost an hour. If you are not tired, your son is not tired either. It's true."

Mrs. Weir seemed to remember that her precious son had just gotten off the train. She quickly grabbed Magos, who was usually getting ready to change clothes, and pushed him onto the sofa again.

Magos walked to the station today, took the train for a long time, learned spells, and took the bus home without feeling tired. The clothes he had just tried on for nearly an hour actually made him feel tired. The feeling of lying down.

The Count handed his glass to Magos, and Magos drank it down in one gulp.

Mrs. Weir saw that Magos was a little embarrassed when he was exhausted, so she quickly sat down next to him and asked him about his welfare.

"Just save it, Magos will be tortured by you as soon as he comes back." The count seized the opportunity and did not hesitate to break up the trouble.

"Mom, I'm fine." After finally giving up his mother's idea of ​​a back massage, Magos asked curiously if something happened at home and why everyone at home felt weird.

After hearing his question, Mrs. Will shook her head without saying anything and stood up to put away her messy clothes.

The earl didn't tell him the reason, saying that he just came back and was unhappy so he didn't bother to mention it in advance. He had a good rest and would tell him tomorrow.He knew his father's character. Since he said so, he would definitely not tell him now. Instead of forcing him to

Instead of forcing them to make them unhappy, he might as well take a good rest and relax for a while. Now he does feel a little tired.

His luggage had already been sent to his bedroom by the servants. When he got to the room, he let Xiaobai out first. He left Ci Laoer at school without bringing him. He was afraid that if he did that little trick, he would be let out again. , or if someone in the family opens it curiously, it will be bad if it stings anyone. Although Hagrid once said that the sting of the thorn is only effective on young wizards and does not pose any danger to Muggles, he still does not want to take that risk.

He slept until dinner time. The housekeeper came up and knocked on the door for a while before he woke up. He answered the housekeeper, got up and opened the window to see that it was already dark as ink outside.After washing up a little, I went downstairs with the housekeeper.

"Did you sleep well? Little Goss." Mr. and Mrs. Weir hadn't eaten yet and were sitting at the dining table looking at him.

"Great, now I feel like I can try on a hundred more outfits," he joked to his mother.But seeing that Mrs. Weir's eyes were shining a little, she seemed to be taking it seriously, so he quickly made up for it, "That's weird..."

Mrs. Will felt cheated and gave him a feigned look.

Seeing that mother and son were starting to get into trouble again, the count picked up the spoon and touched the plate, making a crisp sound.

"Okay, butler, let's serve the food." The Earl said to the meticulous butler beside him.

"Okay, Earl, Madam, Master, please wait a moment." After saying that, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

When the dishes were all served, the count sent out all the servants, including the butler, and began to ask Magos about his month-long life in the magic school.

"Don't I write to you every week?" Magos said with a wry smile after taking a bite of crispy turkey.

"How can it be the same? What comes out of your mouth is the most interesting." Mrs. Will rarely stood on the count's side.

"Okay." Looking at his parents' insistent eyes, Magos agreed reluctantly. After eating another piece of turkey, he started to talk about the day he went there.This time is not like what he said before he went to Hogwarts. At that time, he was worried that his parents would not agree to let him go to Hogwarts. As good as it was, what he said this time was what he said at school. He told them everything including the magic cards, except for Quirrell's incident and the time he was abused by Snape.

The dinner lasted for nearly three hours, and Magos was basically talking. The Wills listened carefully. Although they did not have the opportunity to go to the magic school, they were very interested in learning about it.Everyone has had their own unique dreams, including them.

After hearing this, they blamed him for making magic cards, and felt that he should not break the school rules. They also forced the principal to establish a new school rule, and then agreed with him for using this opportunity to make friends with the other three colleges.They believe that the more friends they have, the better they can survive in a strange environment.

However, although Magos introduced them in detail about the difficulty of making magic cards and the effects of the finished magic cards, their expressions were somewhat disapproving. They felt that no matter how they changed, they were still playing cards, no matter how interesting they were, so what? It’s so common. What’s so fun about that? Why not listen to him talk about the magic classes he took in school…

Magos didn't expect that his parents were not interested in the magic card that he had great confidence in, and he was a little disappointed. Then he thought about it. Poker cards are really not a big deal to ordinary people. The reason why they can be used in school The reason why most people are interested in it is because there is no such thing in the magic world and there is too little entertainment.He had a rough idea of ​​what they were interested in.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

The omnipotent levitating spell appeared again, and he levitated a large plate on the table. Sure enough, Mr. and Mrs. Weir's eyes showed great curiosity. Mrs. Weir even touched the plate lightly with her hand when it floated in front of her. Touch it and find that it can be pushed without falling.

"Is this magic? Really, really..." The count couldn't find any words to describe it.

"How did you make it float? Just those words you recited?" The count was obviously more interested in the principle.

"Yes, but it requires magic." Magos handed the wand to his father to try.

"Yujia...Yujia...what kind of thing is this?" The Earl carefully picked up the wand and excitedly thought about the spell on the small cup in front of him.

"Yuga, Dim, Levy. Osa."

"Oh, I know, Wingardim Leviosa."

The cup didn't move. The count read it several times reluctantly, but the result was still the same.Mrs. Weir asked for the wand and tried it several times, but to no avail before returning the wand to Magos in disappointment.Ask him to use it once and take a look.

Then they imitated the tone again, including pauses, but it still didn't work, and then they gave up completely, no longer fantasizing that they might also be wizards.

They asked him to try other spells, but Magos had no choice but to use the harmless spells he knew one by one.They are interested in everything petrified and full of obstacles.