time at hogwarts

"Oh? What's your name?" Slip asked mockingly, as if he had noticed what he had just thought.

'Nima, I forgot that he is a master of Occlumency. He just said those words after reading my thoughts. There is really no privacy at all with these perverts. Fortunately, wizards are generally not allowed to do so. Feel free to enter other people's heads.But Occlumency is really difficult. I have been practicing it for so long and it has no effect at all. '

"It's called Negative Spirit Elixir - How about it? Look, it is originally made from the formula of Fortune Spirit Potion, but its effect is exactly the opposite of that of Fortune Spirit Potion. Fortune Spirit Potion represents luck, so doesn't Negative Spirit Elixir represent bad luck? So it’s just right to call it Negative Spirit Elixir. I’m so smart.”

Slip seemed to be shocked by this incredibly simple name, and said dryly:

"You can't call it bad luck at all. At most, it's just making people unable to use magic power freely. But since you decide to call it this, then so be it."

"Then can I change it again in the future?" Magos asked cautiously.

"What do you think?" Slip gave him a sharp look.

"Okay, actually I'm just asking." Looking at the magic potion in Slip's hand, Magos had to bury the name 'Magos Will's Elixir' which he thought was so awesome. in my heart.

Perhaps thinking that the matter was settled, Slip put away the negative elixir (unknown potion), drank the sherbet in one gulp, stood up, warned him not to secretly make high-level potions again, and left the table.

Watching Slip leave, after knowing that failure might endanger his family, he didn't dare to make random productions again without saying anything.

Magos, who watched with envy as Slip left using the fireplace, returned his attention to the bar.

It was rare to go out and hang out at night, and he didn't want to go back so early. He was going to drink the sherbet and get up and walk around the bar, just in time to listen to what others were talking about. He couldn't be a homebody, right?

After drinking, he stood up and prepared to go to Tom to ask about Harry Potter. He had never made up his mind whether to go see him first and give him some help or something.After all, Mr. Savior's current life is very embarrassing. If he helps him now with his eloquence and ability, he might be able to become the savior's big brother. But after thinking about it, let it go. He doesn't believe that with Harry Potter's current situation Because of his popularity, no one was willing to help him live a good life. However, in fact, he did not. The only possibility is that Dumbledore did this on purpose. McGoss estimated that the reason why he did this was because he did not want the future savior to be too dependent on others. Although McGoss Goss didn't think this was a good idea, but it looked good in the end.

After giving up his curiosity to go and see Harry Potter first, Magos walked up to Tom.

"Hi, Magos, I just saw Professor Sleep leave. Are you done talking? I rarely see Professor Sleep chatting with wizards other than college professors, especially if they make a special appointment. You are great. !" Tom said and gave a thumbs up.

"Yes, Tom, I still want to thank you for your help last time. Without you, I wouldn't know Professor Sleep." McGoss returned half-truthfully.

"Haha, you are so good at it. You have to know that many people here know about Professor Sleep, and some people have the same idea as you, but they all failed in the end. You know, Professor Sleep is not very easy to talk to."

"Graduated wizards will also go to the professors of the college if they have problems?" Magos really didn't expect that there would be adult wizards who would go back to Slip.

"No, no, no, not every wizard is so lucky to go to school. Except for those pure-blood wizard families who are unwilling to go to school, you have to know that Muggles are always suspicious. Some of them see Hogg. Watts' admission notice will be considered to be other people's pranks, or they can't find the school so they don't go. This leads to some wizards who have not gone to wizard school to learn about the wizarding world when they grow up, but But they lost the opportunity to go to school, and the magic spells and other knowledge they knew were slowly learned by themselves."

"Wow, there are such wizards, then why not let them go to wizard schools to be auditors?" Magos asked curiously, knowing that the number of people in the wizarding world has never been large, even those who have grown up Even if the wizard is not very strong or very weak, he shouldn't just give up.

Tom spread his hands and said:

"Actually, I once had that opportunity, but as you know, those wizards who are outside will show unusual things when they are young. Over time, they will be regarded as monsters by people, which will lead to their personalities when they grow up. Weird, in a magic school a long time ago, they were allowed to observe, but it seems that for some reason, an outside wizard went crazy and actually killed a student with black magic he didn't know where he learned it. So, You’ll know later.”

"Well, it turns out there is still such a thing. But what about the wizards outside now?"

"What else can we do? Since we have lost the opportunity to go to school, some have integrated into Muggle society and completely forgotten that they are wizards. Some of them are very powerful and secretly help Muggles. However, those wizards were caught by the Ministry of Magic. Unfortunately, although he won't be sent to Azkaban, he still

It won't be easy.Others go to places with legends to look for ancient things and want to exchange some money to buy magic items. Of course, if you find ancient magic, you can make a lot of money. "

"What about the wizards who come out of school? What will they do?"

"That's a lot. The wizards coming out of the school are all scarce. Forgive me for saying that, because I don't know what other words to describe it. The Ministry of Magic selects people from there. There are many other places to go. Anyway, You just need to know that you won’t have to worry about work in the future.”

"Oh, that's true, but there are no wizards who are not short of money, so what will they do?"

Tom gave Magos a strange look.

"Magos, I can see that your family is not short of money in the Muggle world, but I think you may not know that the ratio of pounds to galleons is not always the same. The initial ratio was almost the same. Compared to one, now it has become one to five. What I want to say is that there are very few people who are not short of money, except for those pure-blood wizard families that have been passed down for many years."

"Thanks for the reminder, Tom, I'll keep an eye out."

Seeing that Magos didn't listen, Tom said nothing more.Continue the topic just now.

"Those wizards who are not short of money, to be honest, I don't know much about them. I only know that some wizards like to explore and so on. Really, wouldn't it be nice to enjoy yourself if you have money?"

"I think the same thing as you." McGoss said innocently.

"Three glasses of butterbeer, Tom." Several wizards took over the table Magos had just occupied.

"Okay, come on, I'll excuse you first, McGoss."

"It's nothing, just keep busy, I'll look around casually."

Watching Tom mix the beer with his wand, Magos left the bar.Listen to the wizards' conversations in the noisy bar.

Slowly, Magos walked to the table at the end. There was a pile of strange-looking items on the table. Several wizards were communicating in low voices. When Magos approached, they stopped communicating. .

Magos didn't know what they were doing, but that didn't hinder his curiosity. He felt that they were trading items.

"Hello, are you trading magic items? Can I take a look?" Magos didn't know who the owner of these things was and had to look at them all and asked.

"Oh, of course, of course, you can watch whatever you want, and you can say whatever you like." A man with two short bow legs, long and messy ginger hair, and a pair of swollen and bloodshot eyes replied.He was smoking a foul-smelling cigarette, and his body smelled strongly of tobacco and alcohol.Magos found it easy to confuse him with a pile of rags. ?

After hearing Magos's words, several other wizards lowered their heads again and continued picking. Soon they each took a few items, paid the money, and left.

Magos sat on an empty seat and looked at the things in front of him curiously. There was a round stone, a tattered-looking cloak, a dirty small box, an object that was not sure whether it was a wand or a branch, and some strange things. Feathers and other unknown things.

"Can you briefly introduce these things? I don't understand them very well."

"Of course." The man seemed happy to see McGoss's question.He picked up the round stone and whispered in a mysterious voice.

"This is a dragon egg. I found it in an ancient cave. I almost lost my life because of it." Pointing to those strange feathers.

"These are the feathers of the phoenix. Although they are very inconspicuous now, they are actually excellent materials for making wands. And these, this box is a burial gift of a powerful wizard. This wand..."

Magos watched speechlessly as the man introduced the rags in an exaggerated way. He was originally very curious, but when he heard what he said, he really thought he was a three-year-old child. How would anyone believe such a mentally retarded person?

"Wow, this is so awesome, but I can't afford these high-end items, so let's forget it." Magos stood up and prepared to leave, pretending to be reluctant.

When the man saw that he was bragging, it looked like it would be easy to fool the little wizard, and he was too frightened to buy it.He quickly said:

"Hey, no, little wizard? Sir, you think it's fate that we met. How much money do you have left? Whatever you like, I'll give you a cheaper price."

"Oh, let me take a look." Magos pretended to be obedient and took out his wallet.

"One Galleons, two Galleons, three Galleons..."

The man's eyes widened when he saw Magos counting to fifty Galleons without any intention of stopping. Magos was about to stop counting when he saw this.

"51 Galleons... 55 Galleons. That's a lot, what can I buy?" asked the wide-eyed and cute student McGoss.