time at hogwarts

Magos, who was kicked out of the office, stood at the door holding his left arm and crying without tears.

This is his revenge, a naked revenge.Magos gritted his teeth in frustration. Otherwise, why would he have to do an experiment on the negative elixir problem at this time, after the potions class just now?

Feeling the remaining stinging sensation, Magos wished he could have the power to crush Snape now, then immobilize him, and then use a larger syringe to make him feel this powerless feeling.

After a hard fuck at the door, Magos sighed and had to face the fact that he would not have a chance to take revenge for several years.

I just hope that my blood will not be wasted, and at least some research will be done to achieve some effect.

Thinking of this, he was suddenly startled. If he failed to study anything, would he lie to him again to draw blood or even take a biopsy?

Magos found with horror that this possibility seemed quite high, and what was even more terrifying was that he seemed to have no room for resistance.He couldn't help but think back to the huge needle and the dull pain. He couldn't help but tremble, wondering if he should go to Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick or Dumbledore for help. But he remembered that it seemed Some people have said that donating blood occasionally is good for your health. Will the wizarding world also share this opinion? Don't think that they will stand with him instead of colluding with Snape.

That picture was so wonderful that he really didn't have the guts to imagine it.After temporarily giving up the idea, he glanced at the door of Snape's office again. In the end, he couldn't help the desire for revenge in his heart. He used his wand to draw a big husky head on the door. Looking at Erha with a serious face, The idea came to his mind and he hurriedly left the basement.

Snape, who was sitting inside and thinking about how to use this bottle of blood, felt the magic wave outside the door and narrowed his eyes. He took out a large syringe again and waited for Magos to break in. However, after the magic dissipated, he seemed to run away. gone.After looking at the door thoughtfully for a while, he lowered his head and decided not to care what he did on the door.

Great, now there's another reason to force blood draws.

Magos obviously didn't know what Snape's decision was about what he did on the door, and if he had known he didn't know whether he would have had the guts to paint that picture on it.

Just as he was wondering if he needed to catch up, he and Filch collided head-on.

Magos subconsciously looked at his watch, and when he saw that it was just after eight o'clock, he smiled at him and prepared to pass him by.

"Mr. Will." Filch suddenly called him.

"What's the matter, Mr. Filch?" Magos turned and asked.

Filch opened his mouth hesitantly, as if he wanted to say something but was embarrassed to say it.

Magos' curiosity arose. This was the first time he had seen Filch look like this.

"Can I help you with anything?" he asked tentatively.

Filch's expression changed several times, and finally he took Magos to his office on the first floor.

Magos looked at the dark room with only one oil lamp and wondered how he got used to being here.With the faint light, he looked around the office and saw a row of wooden cabinets surrounding it. He didn't know what was stored in them. There was also a set of shiny hinges, handcuffs, shackles and the like on the wall. Something that makes people who see it feel like they are suitable to stay here.

Filch politely pulled out a dusty old chair from the corner for him to sit on.

Magos felt flattered. He didn't know if he was the first little wizard to be treated so politely by Filch. Anyway, he had never heard of any other little wizard who had received such treatment.

"I want to ask you a favor." Filch said after seeing Magos sitting down and being silent for a few seconds.

"Please tell me if I can help." Magos didn't dare to finish his words, what if he asked him to betray the twins or something like that.

"That's right," Filch paused, then finished the sentence in one breath.

"I heard that you discovered a way to increase your magic power when you were in first grade. I hope you can coach me."

Seeing Filch's expectant gaze, Magos was confused for a moment, and then slowly recalled the incident that he had forgotten.

"You mean Thorny?" Magos asked uncertainly.

"Yes, that's it." Filch's gloomy face suddenly burst out with strong expectations.

Magos now somewhat knew what he was thinking, he hesitated and said.

"That method was rejected by Principal Dumbledore. He said it would have serious side effects."

"I want to give it a try, and I hope you can give me the thorn."

Magos didn't dare to do this. Since Dumbledore said it would have serious side effects, if something happened to him or even burped after he tried it, he would be in trouble.He just said that he would go back and think about it, and then ask him how he knew about it. Logically speaking, he either didn't know, or he would have known it long ago.

Filch shook his head and did not answer his question, but told him that it was getting late and asked him to go back first.

On the way back, Magos could understand Filch's determination to become a real wizard, but he couldn't just agree to his request just because of this. After hesitating for a while, he thought it would be better to tell Dumbledore about it, just in case. He didn't get the results he wanted from him, so what if he went to find someone else? Although there weren't many young wizards who knew about it, it would be troublesome if someone leaked the news, and he was really curious about how Filch knew. He didn't think anyone would come to him and tell him.

Returning to the principal's office again, Dumbledore saw that his expression was the same as before, and asked him in a brisk tone why he was here again, as if the previous conversation had never happened.

Magos told him directly about Filch.

"I didn't know how to answer him, so I delayed it. I didn't know if it would be dangerous to him."

Dumbledore thought for a while after hearing this.

"I didn't expect him to have such determination. I know about this. If you give him Qilao'er tomorrow, instead of letting him do the experiment secretly, it's better to let me watch him do it. At least it's much safer this way."

Since Dumbledore already had an idea, Magos agreed directly.

The next day, after class in the morning, Magos carried the cage containing Chrysanthemum to Filch's office. When Filch saw Chrysanthemum, he seemed to see the hope of becoming a wizard. He thanked him with a stiff face. After a while, Magos hurriedly picked up the cage and left.

When Magos saw this, he quietly followed him, only to find that he was actually walking towards the Forbidden Forest.This made him wonder if Hagrid had leaked the information. After thinking about it carefully, this possibility seemed to be the highest.