Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

 Chapter 904 The irritable Kyle

 Christmas in France is not much different from that in England. They are both lively and joyful scenes.

I must say there is something different, probably because the UK is not as lively this year.

 Because of the relationship between Death Eaters and Voldemort, even at Christmas, most people would choose to stay at home instead of going to the dangerous streets where they may encounter dark wizards at any time.

This can be seen from the number of students staying at Hogwarts.

Nearly all students chose to stay at school for Christmas. Only a handful of Slytherins chose to go home for Christmas. Two private rooms could be filled.

 But France has no worries.

 Since the morning, the number of people in the shopping street has been increasing, including adult wizards and students returning from Beauxbatons for the holidays.

These people gathered together in small groups, making the whole street very lively.

Kyle, who had nothing to do, also went out for a stroll and bought some souvenirs with French characteristics.

There is also a particularly big Christmas tree in the middle of the street. Yesterday it was bare, but today it was covered with gifts wrapped in golden boxes.

According to Furong, those gifts are free and anyone can take them. It is said that there is hidden money inside, which is something very valuable.

Since they are here, Kyle naturally wants to participate.

 He shamelessly took eight gift boxes, and reluctantly stopped until he couldn't take any more.

 As for Fleur’s contemptuous eyes, who cares.

 Get more, if you can get the hidden money, it won’t be a wasted trip.

Kyle didn’t even wait to go back and opened it on the roadside.

 A pair of scissors for pruning broom branches...Although it is the simplest style, it can still be used.

 The dried bat wings... can be used to brew a magic potion, which will be sent to Kangna later.

 Beetle eyes, also for Conner.

Kyle continues to unpack the box…

 Mouse tails, dried locusts, three ribbons for tying gifts...

Alright, the eight gift boxes are worth almost ten kats in total, of which the scissors are worth five...

 “Christmas is so boring this year.”

Kyle continued walking forward expressionlessly.

No wonder you just take them casually...these things are not even as good as Hogwarts' ribbons and crackers. You don't even bother to pick them up when they are thrown on the roadside.

Kyle has reason to suspect that this is simply an activity used by French stores to clear out accumulated inventory.

 Furong seemed to have guessed this scene a long time ago.

She and Bill both got one gift. She got a roll of magic tape, which cost about the same as scissors.

 Bill got the most expensive thing among the three.

 A whole pineapple is worth up to twenty kats.

Kyle curled his lips and looked at the top of the Christmas tree thoughtfully.

“Tell me, is the hidden money there?”

“You’re overthinking it,” said Fleur. “The ones above are all fake and only serve a decorative purpose. The real gifts are all within easy reach and can be replenished at any time.”

 As she spoke, she took out a box again.

　　A gift box once again squeezed out of the empty space, as if bearing fruit.

"Would you like to get a few more?" Furong encouraged: "There is no limit to the gifts. You can take as many as you want. Just in case you can find something valuable."

 “No, let’s leave it to someone who is destined.” Kyle decisively refused.

The beetle eyes in Diagon Alley cost five knuts per scoop, about twenty-five. He had just opened one, one-fifth of a knut, and the ribbons tied around it were about the same.

 Just for these things, you may not be able to collect ten Galleons even if you dismantle them in one day.

 He didn't bother to waste that time.

Moreover, if it could really make money, this tree would have been surrounded by French wizards. Who could take his turn?

 Furong just wanted to see a joke.

They walked around the street for a while. Bill and Fleur decided to go somewhere else. Kyle didn't want to be a searchlight, so he returned to the potion shop alone.

Probably because the potion used for the fire dragon was rather complicated, it wasn't until the evening that Kangna came out of the basement with a bottle of red potion.

 “It’s done!” She handed the potion to Kyle and asked, “Where’s Fleur?”

 “I think I should have run away with Bill.”

"How is that possible?" Kangna said, but she also guessed that they should have gone somewhere else.

The last time Kyle came, Fleur took them all around France, not to mention Bill Weasley.

"Forget about them, would I be honored to invite you to dinner?" Kyle put the potion into his pocket and stretched out his hand.

 “You have been busy for so long, you must be hungry too.”

Kanna really felt a little hungry after being reminded by Kyle. She looked at the sky outside the window and was a little surprised.

It was still morning when she went to the basement, but now it was already evening. Why didn't she feel anything at all? She thought it had only been a few hours.

　　"Okay, I accept your invitation." Kangna said with a smile and put her hand into Kyle's.

 The two walked out of the store hand in hand.

Even though it was already evening, there were not fewer people in the shopping street, but more people. It was just that they were all concentrated near the Christmas tree, so it was very quiet here.

The huge Christmas tree is now lit up. It is even more beautiful than during the day and can be seen from a long distance away.

"How about going to eat French food." Kyle said, "I remember Nico recommended a French restaurant next to his old house. I had other things to do at the time and didn't have time to go. It just so happened that we went to try it now."

 “It’s all up to you.” Kang Na said with a smile.

She doesn’t have any requirements for food, as long as she can eat enough, but since Nicolas Ramet recommended it, it should be good.

Kyle is also very happy. Fleur's big light bulb should go back to his villa to live tonight. Then he can live in the potion shop...

 Nothing else, just looking for a place to spend the night.

The corners of Kyle's mouth turned up slightly, this year's Christmas is really good.

 “Why are you laughing?” Kangna looked at Kyle, and her intuition told her that she seemed to be in danger.

"Nothing, I thought of something happy." Kyle said.

"Yeah?"

 “Of course.” Kyle said confidently.

"By the way." Connor seemed to suddenly think of something and asked, "Do you have a box for the Seamless Stretch Spell? We need to send a large amount of magic potions to Beauxbatons. Having a suitable box can save us a lot of time." trip."

“Then you’ve asked the right person,” Kyle said.

 “It needs to be bigger.” Kangna added.

"Don't worry, it's no problem." He took out his suitcase and another suitcase from it.

He did a lot when practicing the Traceless Stretching Charm. This one has the largest space. He used it to carry his luggage when he was in school, but it was vacated after graduation.

“When Beauxbatons didn’t place an order for you, why didn’t they provide you with a container?” Kyle handed the box to Connor.

 “No,” said Connor.

 “How stingy.” Kyle muttered, “The alchemy class should not lack this stuff.”

“I don’t know, maybe I forgot.” Kangna said casually.

Kyle didn’t care either.

 “Then let’s set off... Oops!”

Before Kyle could finish speaking, a large fiery red bird suddenly landed on his shoulder and pecked his ear with its hard beak.

"Fox?" Feeling the warmth on his shoulders, Kyle looked at the Phoenix in front of him in surprise.

 “Why are you here?”

 Fox opened his mouth and a piece of parchment fell.

Kyle subconsciously took it and took a look.

With just one glance, his face turned dark.

 The content is very simple, Dumbledore has something to do with him.

　Today is Christmas!

Who is a good person who works overtime on Christmas, and isn't he afraid of being hung up on a street lamp? !

"Impossible!" Kyle couldn't help but said to Fawkes: "Go back and tell Dumbledore that I must spend Christmas in France this year. No one can stop it, not even Merlin!"

 Fox tilted his head.

It was also forcibly woken up from its perch by Dumbledore to work overtime. It was so dazed that it didn't even listen to what Kyle said.

　　When it heard the word "go back," its wings began to burst into flames.

 The Kells are all numb.

"I'm asking you to go back, not to take me back!" He frantically tried to grab Fox, who was anxious to go back to sleep, from his shoulders.

The Apparition was interrupted, and the flames on the Phoenix began to gradually extinguish.

 “Pfft!” Kangna couldn’t help laughing.

By this time, she would be a fool if she didn't understand what Kyle was up to.

Is the youngest member of the Society of Extraordinary Pharmacists a fool?

Of course it's impossible, and she doesn't object.

But...she glanced at the note thrown away by Kyle, sighed softly, and then stepped forward, tiptoeing...

Kyle felt his lips soften, and the movements of his hands stopped subconsciously.

It is this pause that rekindles the flame that was about to be extinguished.

Like setting off fireworks, Kyle and Fox disappeared into the street at the same time, leaving only a wisp of flame falling slowly and igniting the parchment strips on the ground.

Kanna stood there with a smile on her lips.

 Deal with Kyle? It's too simple.

 She looked around to make sure that the movement just now did not attract other people's attention, then turned and returned to the potion shop.

 …

At the same time, Kyle, who was forcibly dragged back to Hogwarts, felt the remaining soft touch at the corner of his mouth and took a deep breath.

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation." He looked at Dumbledore in front of him with an evil look in his eyes.

“If it’s a trivial matter, don’t blame me for being ruthless when I do it!”

Dumbledore blinked, wondering why Kyle was so angry.

 He looked at Phoenix, but Fox had already flown back to his perch to sleep.

"Oh, Kyle, I don't know what's going on," said Dumbledore, "but if a slap to a centenarian like me helps to calm your nerves, I don't mind."

 “Ha.” Kyle sneered.

　　To beat Dumbledore...he must also have this strength.

"Of course I won't bully a centenarian." Kyle said, "However, I will place a hundred pots of mandrake in Nurmengard and let them sing the symphony for a month in three shifts.

“Oh, by the way, I’ll also fill the entire Nurmengard Tower with dragon dung!”

Dumbledore's expression suddenly changed, and the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally.

Grindelwald may not be afraid of the noise made by mandrakes, but filling him with dragon dung... he will definitely go crazy.

"Well, the Hogwarts Express returning was attacked by Death Eaters." Dumbledore said quickly, speaking at an unprecedented speed.

"Impossible." Kyle's first reaction was to shake his head.

“To put it mildly, the people on that train were all second-generation Death Eaters. How could they attack their own children?”

 Dumbledore’s mouth began to twitch again.

Well, even he must admit that the current composition of Slytherin is somewhat complicated. There are not only second-generation Death Eaters, but also preparatory Death Eaters who crazily worship Voldemort.

 But after all, they haven’t done anything extraordinary, and they are still students.

If what Kyle just said was heard by the school director, he might not be able to be a professor of ancient runes.

 Wait a minute, it seems that he is also a school director.

 Forget it, it’s not important.

Dumbledore shook his head and continued: "But this is the fact. Not only did the Death Eaters show up, but the train almost overturned on the platform and Aurors came."

Kyle frowned.

“That’s not right. Didn’t the return train leave yesterday?”

"That's right." Dumbledore said. "The Auror investigation has been investigating during this period, and the truth was found today."

"The truth?" Kyle said, "Why, the Death Eaters want to kill their relatives for justice?"

"Of course not, someone saved them." Dumbledore said.

"Who is it?" Kyle's tone was still aggressive, "...likes to meddle so much."

Dumbledore pretended that he did not hear the second part of the sentence and said calmly: "It's Draco Malfoy."

 “Who?” Kyle thought he heard wrongly.

 "Draco Malfoy." Dumbledore said again, "I am sure this name is familiar to you, right?"

　　Not only is it not unfamiliar, it is too familiar.

Kyle rubbed his forehead, "Okay, Professor, what is going on.

“Draco Malfoy, a Death Eater himself, saved a group of young Death Eaters when they attacked the Hogwarts Express.

“None of Professor Lockhart’s books are so outrageous?”

"You are the only one who still calls Lockhart professor, Kyle." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"I learned something useful from him after all." Kyle said, "But Professor, that's not the point."

"Indeed," Dumbledore said, dropping his joke.

“According to Auror’s news, Death Eaters attacked the Hogwarts Express that was about to arrive at platform 9 yesterday. However, Auror received the news five minutes ago and rushed over in time.

“Through investigation, the person who sent this message was Draco Malfoy.”

Keir still felt something was wrong. It felt like he was listening to another "The Tales of Beedle the Bard."

“In addition, before the Aurors arrived, Draco also appeared on the Hogwarts Express and fought to the death with the Death Eaters…”

"Wait a minute, Professor, wait a minute." Kyle interrupted Dumbledore, "Let me figure it out, you mean, Draco Malfoy fought to the death with Death Eaters, right?"

 “Yes, you heard that right.” Dumbledore nodded.

"Okay, let's continue." Kyle said with a smile: "When it's finished, I can go to Diagon Alley to buy dragon dung... The amount can fill the Nurmengard Tower, I guess I need to book it in advance."

Draco Malfoy fighting Death Eaters to the death is as **** as Hagrid stewing dragons.

Dumbledore actually dragged him back from France because of such a thing?

"Don't be so impatient. The matter is not over yet. Let's have a glass of lemonade first." Dumbledore persuaded him kindly, and knocked on the table, asking the house elf to bring a glass of fresh lemonade.

There is no way, Kyle can really do such a wicked thing, he can't help but be nervous.

Although Grindelwald was at fault, he had already been punished and his crime did not end there.

"Let me guess." Kyle took a sip of lemonade. "Does Draco Malfoy want to go back to Hogwarts?"

 “Exactly,” said Dumbledore.

“What happened was really coincidental. Just when the Aurors investigated that the person who sent the message was Draco, Lucius and Narcissa sent him to the Ministry of Magic, hoping that the Aurors would protect his safety.

“At the same time, Tom also appeared and punished them with the Cruciatus Curse in front of everyone in the Ministry of Magic. The screams of Lucius and Narcissa almost spread throughout the entire Ministry of Magic.”

 “That’s it?” Kyle asked.

"Tom also tried to rush into the Ministry of Magic to kill Draco, but I stopped him," Dumbledore said. "After that, he took away Lucius and Narcissa. Draco escaped and was killed by Pride." Luo became protective."

Kyle didn't say until he finished drinking the lemonade: "What does the Ministry of Magic think?"

"Most people feel that this is a good opportunity," Dumbledore said. "They want to help Draco Malfoy and persuade more Death Eaters to turn to the light."

Kyle was too lazy to listen anymore. He stood up and said, "Professor, the Christmas dinner should start soon."

"Oh, it's already started." Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then said: "Do you want to go to dinner?"

“I’m really a little hungry.” Kyle glanced at Dumbledore, “I could have had a French meal tonight.”

"I think the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts is also very rich." Dumbledore smiled.

 “Can it be the same?” Kyle sighed.

 The person who ate with him in France was Connor. Here, he was just a bad old man.

 It’s too different, okay?

As the two were walking to the auditorium, Dumbledore couldn't help but ask, "Kyle, I want to hear your opinion on this matter."

"What do you think?" Kyle thought for a while, "It's a very touching play. If it is adapted into a stage play, it will definitely make a lot of money."

 “The stage play...you mean, it’s all fake?”

 “Otherwise.”

Kyle spread his hands, "The Malfoys betrayed You-Know-Who and were caught, but You-Know-Who only punished them with the Cruciatus Curse instead of killing them directly.

 “Professor, is this reasonable?”

Dumbledore paused and glanced at Kyle meaningfully.

As expected, he still preferred chatting with Kyle. Their ideas were always surprisingly consistent, and the decision to find him was the right one.

 “Let me tell you.”

Kyle didn't know what Dumbledore was thinking, so he reached out and pushed open the side door leading to the auditorium.

“If all this were true, there was no way Lucius and Narcissa would have made it to the Ministry of Magic alive.”

 …

 (End of this chapter)