Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 900 The Sleeping Horntail

"You slept so soundly." Kyle said quietly, the veins on his forehead twitching. "I never knew giants had the habit of sleeping standing up. Is the bed in the house so uncomfortable?"

This feeling is very strange. Although I didn’t expect Hagrid to be of any help, it was a bit too much for him to sleep in front of me.

 Even if he sleeps in the room, Kyle will definitely not have any objections.

Hagrid blushed deeply.

 He ​​didn't mean to do it, but the things Kyle drew were a bit too sleep-inducing... When he stared at them, his whole person was in a dazed state.

 Coupled with the fact that I was tired for another day, I fell asleep for some reason.

"Forget it." Kyle sighed, "You must have been a Gryffindor before you were expelled."

 “How do you know?” Hagrid asked doubtfully.

He remembered that he had not told Kyle this, and neither did Harry... Only when chatting with Ms. Olim Maxim, he occasionally mentioned the things before he was expelled from Hogwarts a few times.

 Did Olim tell Kyle?

"Because among the students who sleep in the History of Magic class, Gryffindor has the largest number." Kyle said casually: "There are one or two students from other colleges who are attending the class, but Gryffindor has none. "

I don’t know about other grades, but it was like the grade Kyle was in class with.

Hagrid’s face turned redder.

 “It’s not...I...”

Seeing that he was at a loss, Kyle said nothing more.

 “Hmm…when will Minerva come over?” Hagrid quickly changed the subject.

 “I don’t know.” Kyle shook his head and turned to look at the castle. "Today is the weekend, she may come over soon..."

“Hagrid, please help me here first, I still have something to take care of.”

"Okay." Hagrid was about to do something to make up for it, so he quickly nodded and agreed.

 After that, Kyle opened the door and walked in.

 Half an hour later, Kyle walked out of the room. As soon as he looked up, he saw several people coming out of the castle from a distance, walking quickly towards this side.

In addition to Professor McGonagall, the other three deans are also there, as well as Dumbledore, the vice-principal and school director.

 Everyone came over in a hurry, and the expressions on their faces reflected their mood.

Dumbledore was chatting and laughing with Professor Flitwick, acting very relaxed. Professor Sprout's expression was indifferent, exactly the same as usual.

 Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and looked a little tired, as if she had not slept well last night.

 Snape...he's not important.

"Kyle, are you ready?" Dumbledore said. He glanced at the wooden door not far away and showed a meaningful look, obviously discovering something.

"Of course, professors," Kyle said, opening the door. "Come in, Professor Snape."

 Snape's expression was stiff.

Instinct told him that Kyle must have bad intentions, but he soon thought that with both Dean and Dumbledore here, Kyle would not dare to make any small moves.

 Perhaps there is something strange in the room.

Snape was not surprised but overjoyed. He was not afraid of Kyle doing anything, because this time he was here for inspection. Once he was injured, even if he just lost a hair, he would have an excuse to attack Kyle.

 After all, he is young and can’t hold his breath.

 Just wait, if Kyle doesn’t personally deliver ten pints of dragon’s blood, he won’t give up.

Without hesitation, Snape walked up the steps to the door.

 The symbol on the door lit up, emitting a faint golden light.

  But because the door was open and the symbols engraved on the front had changed directions and were hidden behind, Snape did not see it.

 Then, he naturally turned a corner, walked down again, and began to go up and down the stone steps, going back and forth in circles.

The professors who were following him were stunned, wondering what Snape was doing.

Only Dumbledore's expression did not change. He walked around to the side with interest and stared at the icon on the door carefully.

 “Click!”

 The crisp sound of the shutter brought everyone back to their senses.

Kyle was standing nearby, holding a camera in his hand, taking pictures of Snape. He noticed the professors looking over, and then he calmly put away the things in his hands.

“Ah, it’s okay, I just bought a new gadget and want to try it to see how it works.”

Professor McGonagall twitched her lips, but he could also tell that Kyle must have done something to cause Snape to keep spinning in circles.

 “A very standard alchemical mist.”

At this time, Dumbledore suddenly said: "Even though the concealment is a bit poor, the lines on it are not hidden at all. If you meet a wizard who is familiar with alchemy, you can probably see through it at a glance."

“It’s just a temporary lock, that’s enough.” Kyle said.

Dumbledore nodded, "Indeed."

Hogwarts does not yet have an alchemy class. Even if these are shown openly, students will not be able to understand them, let alone find solutions from them.

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall and others also came over and noticed the dark golden lines on the door.

Although they are not good at alchemy, they can still see the magic contained in it.

What's more, Snape is also an intuitive example. Even if he is trapped, it is naturally impossible for those students to break in.

 Unless...there is another Kyle in the school.

 But they also knew that this possibility was not high. Hogwarts would not find many students like Kyle for centuries.

The last one was Tom Riddle sixty years ago...

 “Crack!”

While everyone was talking, the stone steps not far away suddenly cracked... To be precise, they were exploded by a curse.

 Snape stood there panting heavily, his eyes red.

 He was angry.

 In fact, on the second turn, Snape had already realized that he had been trapped, but he could not get out.

The surrounding scene obviously has not changed, but it is changing all the time. No matter how he walks or which direction he goes, he will always return to the starting point.

 It’s like being surrounded by an invisible maze.

But Snape was a professor after all. After realizing this, he acted decisively. A magic spell shattered the stone steps under his feet, and he found the right path through this subtle change.

 Simply put, it is to rely on strength to break the maze and get out directly.

Kyle didn’t find it strange either.

  It would be strange for a professor to be trapped in a rough work done in a hurry.

It's just that Snape's expression now was somewhat unfriendly. When he looked at him, it was like looking at a pot of solidified potion.

Kyle subconsciously stepped back and came to Dumbledore's side, then grinned with a harmless smile.

"Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore said with a smile, "How do you feel? Can the experience just now help you dispel some of your doubts?"

 Snape's lips moved but he didn't speak. He just snorted heavily, turned around and left.

Because he could see that Dumbledore was clearly on Kyle's side, and he couldn't use this reason to attack Kyle, including the professors who came with him, and they couldn't speak for him.

They are here to check the security issues, so they can't be unhappy just because it is locked.

 He was the only one who was unhappy.

 So Snape doesn’t want to stay here.

"It seems that Severus has approved of your move." Dumbledore moved his fingers, and the gravel on the ground automatically floated into the air and landed on the missing stone steps.

 Then he walked straight into the room. Although the dark golden lines were still bright, they had no effect at all, as if they did not exist.

"Professor McGonagall, do you need my help to draw the correct route?" Kyle asked.

 “No, it’s not necessary,” said Professor McGonagall.

 She planned to experience this so-called alchemical mist herself so that she could better understand some details.

"But before that." Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes, "Can I see your camera?"

"Huh?" Kyle was stunned for a moment and said, "Of course it's no problem."

 He took out the camera and handed it to Professor McGonagall, and then the three professors took a step forward at the same time.

 They want to see if this fog is still effective when facing multiple targets.

Kyle also realized that this was not because he wanted to look at the camera, but because he was clearly worried that he would take pictures again.

 Is he that kind of person? What about trust between people?

Kyle curled his lips and put his hand into the deformed lizard skin bag again.

 He never said that he bought a camera.

 Because they were prepared in advance, the professors quickly got out of the fog. Among them, Professor McGonagall was the fastest. It only took three turns before he found the right path and entered the house.

 The remaining professors Sprout and Flitwick did not have more than three minutes, and they were both satisfied with the effect.

 The expression on Professor McGonagall's face finally relaxed a lot.

 She is now certain that it would be difficult for a student to pass this level.

"Okay, take us to see the fire dragon." Professor McGonagall said.

Kyle naturally would not refuse, quickly walked into the house and opened the door to the garden.

Just looking at several professors who walked in one after another, he scratched his head and felt that something was missing.

 Forget it, it shouldn’t be important.

 …

Even though the current garden was temporarily turned into a cage by Kyle, the area is not small. Even with three fire dragons flying in the sky, it still looks very spacious.

It was not that Professor McGonagall had never seen fire dragons before, but seeing so many at once, still at Hogwarts, still made her feel a little surprised.

 But she soon noticed a problem.

 “Isn’t it said that there is a five-headed dragon?”

"Ah, Norbert is an adult fire dragon. He thought they were too noisy, so he didn't come out." Kyle explained: "The rest...oh, there!"

Kyle pointed to a tree not far away.

Hung above it was a **** guy, as if he was asleep, with his head hanging down on a thick branch, his mouth open, his tongue on the side, his sleeping face looking strange.

“Hungarian Horntail!” Professor Flitwick recognized the species of the dragon at a glance and said in surprise: “Isn’t it said that Horntails are all violent? Is it so quiet?”

“Maybe it’s because of different personalities.” Kyle said calmly.

"What about the wounds on its body?" Professor Flitwick frowned, "Those holes...why do they feel like they were bitten out? Are there any magical animals that can bite through the scales of a fire dragon?"

“Oh, that’s an old injury.” Kyle’s face remained calm, “It was like this when the Fire Dragon Sanctuary gave it to me, and I’m working hard to treat it.

“But Professor, you also know that fire dragons are different from wizards, and ordinary white essence has an average effect.”

 Professor Flitwick nodded doubtfully and said nothing more.

This can also explain its behavior of sleeping during the day. It was injured and naturally had no energy.

"Did you do all this?" Dumbledore looked around, "In such a large area, Kyle, your alchemy level has improved a lot. I couldn't do this at your age. "

 “Hmm…” Kyle smacked his lips and laughed twice.

Dumbledore is just exaggerating. He just made a few nodes connecting the magic text. It looks bluffing, but in Beauxbatons, it can only be regarded as the content of the sixth grade alchemy class.

And according to Nicolas Flamel, Dumbledore only came into contact with alchemy after Ariana's accident. Of course, he could not have done this at Kyle's age.

 But Professor McGonagall and the others didn't know, they all showed surprised expressions and looked more relieved.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Kyle rubbed his face and nodded in conjunction with Dumbledore.

 Everyone continued to move forward.

　　Seeing strangers coming in, the most lively long-horned dragon curiously landed on the tree next to it, tilting its head to look at them. The golden horns on both sides of its head shone in the sun.

 The professors were startled by this sudden scene.

Even if they are young dragons, they are still fire dragons, so they cannot help but be nervous.

 Fortunately, the horned dragon just watched and didn't do anything extra. Kyle just waved his hand and flew away again.

Professor McGonagall then put down her wand and asked, "How can they be so obedient?"

“After all, the first thing it saw after breaking out of its shell was me, so the relationship is naturally very close.” Kyle explained, then cleared his throat and shouted loudly.

 “Everyone come here.”

Without any hesitation, Longhorns and Iron Belly turned a corner in the sky and landed. They lay down at the spot designated by Kyle and stared at him with big eyes.

The Fireball Dragon was a little slower, but it also flew over crookedly and landed next to it.

 This made Professor McGonagall even more surprised, and at the same time, most of his worries were eliminated.

 What she was most worried about was that the fire dragon was out of control. Now it seemed that she was overly worried.

Just when she was about to speak, she faintly smelled a strange smell.

 It's a little fishy, ​​which is incompatible with the fire dragon smelling of sulfur.

 “Do you smell anything?” Professor McGonagall asked doubtfully.

 Suddenly there was a sound of inhalation coming from all around.

“I guess it’s that one.” Dumbledore pointed to a large barrel not far away and leaned over to take a look.

“Oh, fresh dragon dung, no wonder the trees here grow so well.”

Kyle couldn't help but rub his forehead again.

Is it really okay to boast so harshly? After all, his garden was just completed yesterday, so no matter how good the dragon dung is, it won't be effective so quickly.

There was a sudden intake of breath, and the professors' faces looked a little unhappy.

Professor Sprout was the only one who ran over with gleaming eyes and kept looking at the bucket of dragon dung.

 She even stirred it with her hands a few times.

“It is indeed fresh dragon dung, and it is quite healthy. The quality is much better than what I bought. Those profiteers in Diagon Alley must have added mud to the products and still sell them at such a high price.”

 “Oh, Kyle…” She turned her head.

"Here you go, Professor." Before she could say anything, Kyle said, "I'll send these to the greenhouse... How about the third greenhouse? Dragon dung is very suitable for mandrakes."

 “You are right.” Professor Sprout beamed.

 Isn't this why she came here?

 The amount of manure in this bucket is enough for her to use for a long time.

 Perhaps she can also use this, mixed with Yue Chi Beast Fertilizer, to make a new type of fertilizer.

Thinking of this, Professor Sprout couldn't wait any longer. He picked up the wand in his hand and walked out with the bucket.

 “You don’t need to send it, I can just take it back myself.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she had already passed through the garden door and left quickly.

 Another professor left, and Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick looked at each other.

 This inspection seems to have come to an end.

  But some necessary tests still need to be done.

Professor Flitwick took out his magic wand, and a flock of birds flew towards the fire dragon with chirping.

The fire dragons were a little irritated by the noise, but they did nothing at Kyle's signal. Only the fireball dragon spit out a small ball of fire from its nostrils in dissatisfaction.

 But that’s all.

 In addition to flocks of birds, Professor Flitwick successively used several other spells to provoke the fire dragon.

They are all common spells, not very powerful, just pure interference. The fire dragon has always been very calm, and has not been stimulated or made any aggressive behavior.

And the hornet was still sleeping, no matter how noisy it was, it didn't matter.

Professor Flitwick used three flocks of flying birds in succession. The large number of birds almost finished playing a symphony in its ears, and it didn't even raise its eyelids.

I can really sleep... Professor Flitwick muttered to himself.

He has never seen such a tolerant fire dragon. He also used the spell to break the coma spell, but it also didn't work. This also proves that the Horntail was really sleeping and was not knocked unconscious by Kyle's magic spell. .

 But this was too sleepy. If the Horntail's body wasn't rising and falling together, and it felt warm to the touch, he would even think that the other person was just a model.

But he and Professor McGonagall didn't care. Being lazy was better, at least it was better than being grumpy.

In contrast, the infamous Horntail has become the most reassuring of the fire dragons.

 “Kyle.”

 At this time, Professor Sprout left and returned, pointed to the door and said, "Someone is looking for you outside."

"Looking for me?" Kyle asked doubtfully, "Professor Snape is back again?"

"No..." Professor Sprout looked a little strange, "It's Sacia from St. Mungo's."

ah?

Saint Mungo’s?

 Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore immediately walked towards the door.

Sacia, the dean of St. Mungo's who should have retired long ago but has postponed it until now for various reasons, is also the most famous potions master in the magic world and has saved the lives of countless wizards.

This is such an important person that even the Minister of Magic has to stand at the door to greet him. Why did he suddenly come to Hogwarts?

While passing by Kyle, Dumbledore glanced back at him intentionally or unintentionally.

Kyle didn’t explain, shrugged and followed behind.

 …

 (End of this chapter)