time at hogwarts

Before leaving, Quirrell vaguely stated that he was still just a student, and his main purpose was to study and there was no need to put his mind on other things. And as long as he became stronger, there was no need to waste his efforts.Magos nodded seriously after hearing this, thanked him for his advice, and watched him leave.

After returning to the dormitory, he thought of Quirrell's words and shook his head with a smile. He didn't completely agree with what he said, which meant that he was wrong. He could only say that he was still a little naive. If power could really crush everything, it would be as powerful as Dumbledore. How could Lido be easily dismissed from the position of principal, just because of Lucius's connections and threats?I'm afraid it's more about the background, connections and money.

And if it really depends on strength as he said, then if you don't become the Dark Lord, you will become a superhero.But the final result of being a superhero in the wizarding world may not be any better than Voldemort.

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about useless things. Now that Lockhart's matter was resolved, he felt that he could wait for the final exam quietly.

However, what went against his wishes was that just when he was preparing to study hard and make progress every day, Harry walked in with his classmates in the same dormitory with serious expressions on their faces.

Magos felt a headache just looking at their expressions. How many times had they made this expression?

"All the magic cards have been taken away again?" He knew the meaning of their expressions without having to guess.

"Do you think they are bullying people too much?" Ron threw the book on the bed with a displeased look on his face.

"The seventh graders no longer compete with each other. They have set their targets on the lower grades, especially the first to fourth graders. As soon as they find out that we have obtained the magic card, they will keep an eye on us. I just won That one is gone again." Harry sighed.

"It's possible that no one from the lower grades will advance to the knockout rounds right now."

"I remember, didn't you win three times before? Why didn't you win again?" Magos still remembered that when the magic card just came back to school, the European Emperor got one, and they were very conscious and didn't go out of their way to win. He, let him win more than three times.Harry immediately fell silent after hearing Magos's words.

"You wouldn't take the initiative to challenge them and lose, right?"

Harry smiled awkwardly.

"You're so awesome. Why did you think of challenging the senior class?"

"It's not like the seniors are too arrogant." Neville felt sorry for Harry.

"That day, a senior Hufflepuff came over to take my magic card. After winning, he actually said that all Gryffindors were rookies. Harry was so angry..."

"Last year their level was obviously not that high."

Magos' mouth twitched when he heard this.

"I told you last year, the seniors, especially the seventh graders, will definitely work hard to win the championship. This is their only chance to leave campus legends before graduation. Last year's class was the time. It was too hasty, and many people were not familiar with the rules and gameplay, so they were not able to take away all the magic cards from the lower grades. Although this year is not as popular as last year, the sixth and seventh grades only have a lot more than last year."

"But this is too much of an improvement." Harry was still a little unwilling to lose.

"Nonsense, while you were trying to figure out how to investigate Kang and kill the basilisk, he was sparring whenever he had free time. Do you think the improvement is big?" Magos replied angrily.

"What should we do? We just watch them win all the cards."

"Cool, I don't have any hope anyway." Magos picked up Snape's notes again and ignored them. He really didn't have time to participate in magic cards this year, because Snape assigned him a game yesterday. Special final assessment.Before the vacation, he independently completed the development of a potion. It was a development, not a production. It meant that he was required to innovate or use other methods to successfully produce a potion with the same effect. At first, he thought he had heard it wrong. After repeated confirmation, he realized that he was seriously.

"You don't need to develop any high-level potions. You don't have the ability. As long as you can develop the lowest-level potions to heal wounds." These were Snape's exact words without expression.

So his time was very tight, and although Snape didn't say what would happen if he didn't succeed, he didn't expect him to let him go mercifully. He felt that it was more likely to lock him up until it was developed.

"How about we change the rules?" Just as he was recalling Snape's words, Ron quietly walked up to him.

Magos looked at him speechlessly,

"Tell me how to change it."

Ron suddenly became excited when he didn't hear the rejection.

"It's very simple. Limit the number of tickets for each grade and the number of tickets for each college, so that we can all have a chance."

"Then tell me how many cards each grade college can get."

He thought about it,

"2?"

"It's less than 2, so even if it's 2, tell me what's the point of it."

He smiled coquettishly, as if that was really the case. He was of average skill and had no interest in working hard when he thought that there were only two cards to fight for.

Magos sighed;

"Why are you so anxious? You're only in the second grade. You might already be able to win a championship by the time you reach the seventh grade."

Ron thought about it. He felt that his hope was quite high, but he took another look at Neville and felt that this person was probably out of luck.

Snape's notes contained many potion recipes, as well as some of his own ideas, but most of them were crossed out by him, and only a small part remained.Hermione would probably jump with excitement if she gave this notebook to her.

In the next few days, he had been thinking about how to create or improve a new potion, but he had no idea at all. He had thought about cheating, writing to Quirrell or discussing it with Lockhart, but In the end, he rejected them all. He felt that since Snape assigned him such a task, he thought he could complete it. If he cheated, wouldn't he look down on himself?

Now his spare time can be said to be divided between the library and Snape's office. He even turned down Hagrid's invitation several times.Everyone except Hermione thought he was making a fuss out of a molehill, and of course, they all thought he was doing it for the final exam.

Once again, the production failed. He tried to synthesize it using several different blood-enhancing herbs, but once he actually made a powerful poison. The poor mouse died before even taking a last look at it.He felt that if Snape hadn't asked for a healing potion, he would have completed the assessment by now.

Snape only had one comment on this poison, and asked him to read more about his notes and basic potion knowledge with disdain.

It's not like he didn't know that the medicines had conflicting properties. Magos glanced at him. Success always appeared in mice that died countless times.

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