Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 905 Potions and Logistics

 France, Magic Shop Street.

Christmas has just passed, but the holidays are still going on. Beauxbatons students are walking up and down the streets, thinking about how to create more happiness with limited pocket money.

When they hurried past an inconspicuous street corner, they would occasionally mention the shop that seemed to never open in their chat.

Probably before the start of school. The sign of this store has been up for several months now, but it has never been opened.

 Not once.

In the basement of the shop that they could not see, Fleur Delacour, once a popular figure in Beauxbatons, was counting the potions on the shelf and said at the same time:

 “Bill has brought all the potions back to England.”

 “That’s good.” Kangna raised her head from the crucible.

"He asked me to express his gratitude to you. That batch of potions is very useful." Fleur said. "Bill told me that it is difficult for Aurors in the UK to buy high-quality blood tonics and detoxifiers for Galleons."

"So, my decision was right." Kangna smiled.

Although neither Kyle nor Snape want her to stay in dangerous England, it doesn't mean that there is nothing she can do.

Logistics is also the most critical part of war... For wizards, potions are logistics.

As it happens, she has some talent in potions.

 “You are right.” Fleur put the counted potions into a box.

“But one thing I must tell you, France has also been affected. Since last week, the prices of some key materials have continued to rise, especially bezoar, which has tripled in price.

 “For the same amount of galleons, the materials we can buy are getting less and less.”

As she spoke, Fleur closed the box irritably, "I went to see my dad, but he didn't agree to fund us."

"This is normal." Kangna didn't find it strange. "Delacour is a wizarding family in France. In a sense, it also represents France. Naturally, it cannot interfere too much in British affairs.

“The fact that he allows you to continue helping me and allows you to date Bill is surprising.”

Fleur raised her eyebrows, "Delacour is always very tolerant when it comes to love."

 “Where’s Kyle?” A hint of teasing appeared on her face, “I thought he would spend the night here last night.”

"Professor Dumbledore seems to have something to do with him." Connor said, "The phoenix took him away last night."

"Phoenix..." Furong thought of the most beautiful bird she had ever seen.

“Connor, do you think that based on my help to Britain, if that phoenix lays eggs, will Mr. Dumbledore agree to sell me one?”

 “Huh?” Kangna blinked, somewhat surprised by Fleur’s brain circuitry.

 “Probably... yes.” She said with some uncertainty.

 The main reason is that she has never heard that phoenixes lay eggs. It seems that such creatures have always existed, and their numbers have never changed.

But Furong is still very happy.

 She used her wand to push the box into the next storeroom.

“I have another question, why don’t you tell Kyle, and don’t let me talk to Bill... This is already a scene from the last century.”

"I didn't hide it." Connor shrugged, "Both you and Bill know, he should have told Professor Dumbledore, only Kyle and Uncle Severus don't know.

"It seems that most of them have abided by their agreement and did not tell anyone about it."

"I've wanted to ask for a long time, why did you do this." Furong asked doubtfully: "He will know sooner or later, won't he?"

“At first I just wanted to find something to do for myself and give Kyle a surprise, but then he came to France and saw the closed shops but didn’t feel anything was wrong. I realized that this was a very big deal. Interesting things…”

"interesting?"

Kanna thought for a while and asked: "Let's put it this way, what was Bill's expression when you first handed those potions to him."

"Surprised, excited, unbelievable..." Fleur blurted out: "He was not so excited when he kissed me for the first time."

“What if this expression appears on Kyle’s face?” Connor continued to ask.

 Furong thought for a while, and the corners of her mouth began to slowly rise unconsciously.

  Kyle has always left a special impression on her. With his strong strength and careful thinking, he easily won the Triwizard Tournament.

 In comparison, she and Viktor Krum are like foils, background actors who play trees and straw in two stage plays.

Furong found it hard to believe that the other person was actually two years younger than her.

 It would be very interesting if such a person showed an expression of shock and disbelief...especially since Kyle came in twice and found no clues.

 “I’m looking forward to it.” Fleur said.

 “Me too.” Kangna narrowed her eyes.

Fleur shivered subconsciously. It might have been an illusion. She seemed to have seen the shadow of Kyle in Kangna just now.

 Must be dazzled.

 She sat down next to Connor.

“However, I feel like Kyle actually wanted to ask you to return to England yesterday. If you hadn’t interrupted him, maybe he would have said it.

“If that were the case, would you agree to go back to England and live with him?”

"Uncle Severus will kill him," said Connor, "even if he stayed in the potions shop last night and Uncle Severus found out."

"That's not true." Fleur found it difficult to understand, "Are all your British wizards so conservative?"

"It's different." Connor shook her head, "Or Uncle Severus is different."

 “He’s so kind to you.”

 “Yeah,” said Connor.

Snape cared about her, there was no doubt about it, even more than himself, and this concern often made Connor feel heavy.

 Especially the conversation they had in the castle before coming to France.

At that time, Snape told her many things, and everything was very detailed. He even gave her the key to the vault in a strong manner. And intentionally or unintentionally hinted that she could move the treasury to France, or somewhere further away from the UK, as if to explain...

Kanna's hand shook, and the wand that was stirring the crucible drew an arc, and the originally light blue potion quickly turned into purple.

 “Ah!” Fleur exclaimed.

 After regaining consciousness, Kangna immediately reduced the flame, changed it from clockwise to counterclockwise, and continued stirring.

 After a while, the potion turned into the light blue color it had before.

 “What were you thinking about just now?” Fleur asked.

 “It’s nothing, I’m just a little sleepy.” Kangna said.

  No, that’s not right, she must be overthinking.

Snape is a professor at Hogwarts. With Professor Dumbledore here, he is safe.

Kanna tried to convince herself.

 But she also knew that Snape was doing something big. Although she didn't know what it was, she was sure that it was dangerous.

 Another reason why she stayed in France was that she didn't want to distract Snape.

  Magic potion can be brewed anywhere, there is no difference between England and France.

While Connor took out her wand and transferred the brewed potion into the bottle, Kyle, who was far away in England, also poured himself a glass of butterbeer.

 The strong butter beer from a hundred years ago has an average taste, but the taste of beer and butter is more obvious, giving it a unique flavor.

At this time, he was sitting in the cabin with Dumbledore, discussing Draco Malfoy.

Yesterday, a letter was sent overnight from the Ministry of Magic, hoping that Minerva McGonagall could allow Draco to re-enroll.

As mentioned before, they want more Death Eaters to see that turning from darkness to light is a wise choice.

"I guess the Death Eaters are also responsible for this." Kyle took a sip of butterbeer. "Voluntary, or the Imperius Curse, there must be someone from them in the Ministry of Magic."

"Indeed," Dumbledore said. "A month ago, there were traces of Death Eaters where Bardock, Director of the Disaster Department, lived, but they seemed to be just passing by and left without doing anything."

“Huh?” Kyle raised his head and glanced at Dumbledore.

“That’s the good thing about being an old wizard, you have a lot of friends.” Dumbledore said with a smile: “I happen to have an old friend who lives near Bardock, and we have kept in touch through letters.

“During a casual conversation, he accidentally mentioned that Bardock had not visited the dessert shop on the corner for a week. Before that, the disaster director drank a cup of hot cocoa every day before going to work.”

 “The Imperius Curse?” Kyle asked.

"That should be true." Dumbledore nodded, "Bardock was once a subordinate of Barty Crouch, and he was also the person most opposed to dark magic.

"But this time, he was uncharacteristically trying to help Draco."

 “It’s really yours, Professor Dumbledore.” Kyle smiled.

“It’s just a coincidence.” Dumbledore also smiled, “Sometimes it’s good to have more friends.”

“So what do you think?” he asked: “I remember you told me before that you wanted Mr. Malfoy to come back to school.”

"That's right." Kyle nodded, "There was a deal between us, and this was part of the deal." "Oh, a deal?" Dumbledore was a little curious.

Kyle recounted the scene in Knockturn Alley.

“I deleted his memory, but left a hint, a hint to go to my store to spend money, and then I will use Legilimency to check the information about the Death Eaters.”

"It seems you have really learned something from Lockhart," Dumbledore said, and his expression turned serious.

“But Kyle, I don’t want to use Legilimency on other people frequently. When you unscrupulously peek into the secrets of other people’s hearts, it is easy to amplify some of your own desires. This is not a good thing.”

"I know, so this is a deal." Kyle said, "I have the consent of Draco Malfoy himself, and he allows me to use this method to pass on information.

 “Besides, it’s the safest for him.”

Hearing that Malfoy himself agreed, Dumbledore said nothing more.

 “Then did you get any news?”

"The wandering wizard in Cornwall is what Malfoy told me." Kyle said, "There is also the Heshidry Islands, which has something to do with him."

"It seems that Mr. Malfoy has helped us a lot." Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, "Then in return, you must fulfill your promise to him."

 “Aren’t you afraid that he has ulterior motives?” Kyle asked.

"Not afraid." Dumbledore said in a calm tone, as natural as if he were discussing what to eat for lunch.

"Then I have no objection, let him return to Hogwarts." Kyle said, "However, I always feel that this does not seem like a plan that the mysterious person can come up with. It should be someone else who is giving him advice."

 “Why do you say that?”

“Self-directed and self-acted, as well as a bitter plot, this is a bit too brain-intensive for the mysterious person.” Kyle took another sip of butterbeer.

“Although there is no necessary connection between soul and wisdom, it is an important factor in maintaining emotions and thoughts, and people are only suitable for thinking when their emotions are stable.”

“The mysterious man’s soul is almost broken into pieces, and it is difficult for him to come up with such a complicated plan. At this point, he is not even as good as his own diary.

“Today’s mysterious people are more suitable to use a simple and quick way like the Death Curse to solve all problems.”

"This is the first time I've heard someone say this about Tom," Dumbledore couldn't help laughing. "Everyone who knows Tom has said that he is a boy with a deep mind and a good calculation."

“He had never made a Horcrux at that time.”

“Even if he can make a few fewer Horcruxes, I will not hesitate to take back what I just said. Of course, if I meet him, I will still run away.”

Voldemort is not good at using his brain, but he is really strong. He is almost able to use black magic to his advantage.

Dumbledore took out a piece of parchment, probably preparing to write a reply to the Ministry of Magic.

 “Then who do you think gave Tom the idea?”

"I don't know, it's possible for anyone." Kyle said after thinking for a moment: "But no matter who it is, he has done us a favor and let us know what the mysterious man is definitely going to do. All we need to do is keep an eye on Malfoy. ”

 …

 The Ministry of Magic moved quickly.

Not long after Dumbledore's letter was sent, Draco Malfoy appeared at the door of the school, and it was Scrimgeour who delivered it himself.

An Auror Office Director personally acted as a bodyguard... He didn't get this treatment when Lucius threw gold coins into the Ministry of Magic.

After arriving at Hogwarts, Scrimgeour was taken to the principal's office by Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore.

 The task of receiving Malfoy naturally fell on Kyle, who was most familiar with him.

Although the memory of being in Knockturn Alley was gone, Malfoy still remembered what happened in Godric's Hollow. After seeing Kyle, he instinctively wanted to retreat.

 “Don’t worry, you’ll be ready when you get to school!”

Kyle was quite enthusiastic and pulled him towards his cabin.

“I have good news for you. I will be a professor at the school after the vacation. We can see each other often. Aren’t you very happy?”

Malfoy turned pale. He never dreamed that he would not only meet Kyle in school, but also get along with him forever.

 Suddenly he no longer wanted to continue coming to school.

 But Kyle didn’t give him this chance and forced him to the cabin.

When I walked to the door, I accidentally used a little force on my hand.

Malfoy stumbled and knocked over the wooden barrel placed next to him on the spot. The contents splashed all over him, and an indescribable smell made him almost vomit.

“Oh, why are you so careless?” Kyle said loudly: “This is the fertilizer I prepared for Professor Sprout. What a waste.”

 Professor Sprout...fertilizer?

Malfoy, who had taken herbal medicine class, immediately knew what was in the bucket, and immediately ran to the side and vomited with a loud sound... He wanted to vomit out his breakfast.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ll help you clean it up.” Kyle said.

Malfoy didn't wait for rejection before he raised his wand.

 “Clear water is like a spring!”

 Clear water like a waterfall fell from the sky and poured on Malfoy's head.

The waterfall lasted for nearly a minute, and Draco almost couldn't hold it in anymore before finally stopping.

 At this time, he was already soaked through.

 Just after Christmas, it was the coldest time, and the wind blew. Malfoy felt as if his whole body was being scratched with a knife, and he couldn't stop shivering.

"Stop standing here, come in and warm yourself up." Kyle tried to drag Malfoy into the house again.

 But this time he learned wisely, or maybe he was frozen, standing there motionless, using all his strength to resist Kyle.

 “Draco!”

 Fortunately, Snape also arrived at this time. He was probably worried about Malfoy falling into Kyle's hands and was walking quickly from the direction of the castle.

 Draco, who saw the savior, was even less cooperative.

“Disappointment.” Kyle curled his lips, turned sideways, and pointed the wand in his hand at Malfoy when he wasn't paying attention.

 “Legilimency!”

Although he didn't know what Voldemort's conspiracy was, it didn't matter, he could see it.

Dumbledore may have had concerns, but he didn't. He was so stubborn in getting his consent.

Kyle looked into Malfoy's eyes as if he was flipping through a book, but the content in the book made him frown.

The content is very rich. Kyle saw Malfoy fighting to the death with the Death Eaters on the Hogwarts Express, and magic was flying.

I also saw that although he hesitated, he still sent the informant letter to the Ministry of Magic through an owl.

 But going forward, there are some trivial things in life.

 He ​​didn't find what he wanted to see most, because Malfoy didn't have it in his memory. The last time he saw Voldemort was through the window of the Ministry of Magic.

Some of the pictures in the middle seemed to be obscured by something, just like when Slughorn modified his memory. Kyle could only see a fog and blank pages.

 "Draco, are you okay?"

 Snape's hand reached out and pulled Malfoy away, breaking the Legilimency line of sight.

 Malfoy's eyes were still a little distracted.

 “Professor Snape!” Kyle said quickly, attracting his attention.

“Professor Dumbledore has asked me to take care of Mr. Malfoy, and I am completing my task.”

"You call this...care?" Snape looked at him, then at Malfoy, who was soaked and shivering, and his tone was colder than the wind blowing through the Forbidden Forest.

"It was just a little incident." Kyle said, "Mr. Malfoy was a little too careless. I was about to take him into the house to warm up."

"No need." Snape directly pulled Malfoy to his side. "Leave him to me, it's none of your business here."

Kyle looked at Snape.

 …If you care about Malfoy so much, might he also know something?

  It can only be said that it is very possible.

But Snape is a master of Occlumency, and even if Kyle wants to do something, he can't get the answer from him.

But it’s not necessary.

Thinking of Snape's identity, Kyle immediately took a step back.

“Since Professor Snape has said so, I’ll leave it to you, Mr. Malfoy.

“But Professor, you’d better bring him back to the castle quickly, otherwise he may need to take leave on the first day back to school.”

 “No need for you to remind me!”

 Snape glared at Kyle fiercely, turned around and left with Malfoy.

 …

 (End of this chapter)