Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Fred and George didn't even eat. They grabbed a few slices of bread and left the table.

It seemed like they wanted to send the letter before class.

Harry, Ron, and Neville looked at each other in confusion. To be honest, they still didn't understand what was going on.

However, they had no time to think too much. Professor McGonagall was handing out the course schedule along Gryffin's desk.

"Kyle, you happen to be here."

After she handed the last class schedule to Neville, she said, "Professor Sprout wants to see you for something. If you have already finished breakfast, come with me."

"Good professor."

Kyle drank the last sip of lemonade, stood up and followed Professor McGonagall out of the auditorium.

If he guessed correctly, Professor Sprout should have come to him to talk about the time turner.

After all, the first class of the new school year is about to begin, so there should be news.

And before coming to the restaurant, he had already gotten his class schedule from the common room.

The first class of the third grade is Care of Magical Creatures and Arithmetic Divination...the two classes are at exactly the same time, at nine o'clock in the morning.

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After leaving the restaurant, Professor McGonagall did not go to the office upstairs. Instead, he took Kyle out of the castle and came to the other side of the venue.

Professor Sprout was there to treat the Whomping Willow...

Because he was hit hard by two reckless guys yesterday, the poor little guy broke several branches. Professor Sprout was using special potions and bandages to wrap up the broken parts one by one.

Kyle noticed that the whomping willow was not still, but still moving... a passing owl was almost pulled out of the air by it.

Fortunately, the owl was small and reacted quickly enough, so it escaped and flew away cursingly, leaving its feathers all over the ground.

Obviously, Professor Sprout did not press the scar at the root of the tree.

But the Whomping Willow showed no intention of attacking her and let her toss back and forth among its branches.

And it's not just Professor Sprout, another professor is here too.

Gilderoy Lockhart.

He stood ten meters away from the Whomping Willow and shouted:

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that...it would be too much trouble."

"Oh... it's too much trouble for you, Pomona. I happen to know a very useful spell that can perfectly reconnect those completely broken branches."

"Yes, that's it. I wanted to teach you this spell just now, but I didn't expect you to know it!"

Lockhart was chattering below, and Professor Sprout's face became increasingly ugly.

If Lockhart hadn't stood too far away, she would have wanted the Whomping Willow to give the guy a warm hug.

How annoying!

At this time, Professor McGonagall also came nearby with Kyle.

"Oh, Minerva, it's so nice to see you." Lockhart leaned over.

"Me too, Professor Lockhart." Professor McGonagall replied perfunctorily, and then shouted in the direction of the Whomping Willow:

"Pomona, are you done? I brought Kyle."

"There is one last one." Professor Sprout looked back and moved his hand much faster.

"Wait, could it be said that you are the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history?"

Lockhart looked at Kyle as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Yes, Professor Lockhart." Kyle nodded.

"We should have met before, remember, at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, you came to buy my book." Lockhart said with a smile, his big white teeth shining in the sun.

"It's just that you were too shy and hid."

Professor McGonagall looked slightly sideways.

A person who dares to face a dark wizard alone, confront a werewolf, and even bring a three-headed dog to force his way into a forbidden area... would he be shy?

Professor McGonagall couldn't connect Kyle with shyness in any way. This was ridiculous. She would rather believe that Fred and George were a pair of good babies.

But she quickly thought of a photo of the Daily Prophet she had seen a few days ago, and the helpless Harry in the photo.

If she guessed correctly, Kyle should have been there at the time, but he ran away early and was not caught taking a photo together.

The corner of Professor McGonagall's mouth moved slightly, as if she was smiling.

But Lockhart didn't notice this.

"I'm also a recipient of the Order of Merlin, and I've also encountered werewolves."

He reached out and patted Kyle on the shoulder:

"You are so lucky to have achieved the same achievements as me at such a young age."

"Kyle being awarded the Order of Merlin has nothing to do with luck."

Professor Sprout came over and said in a nonchalant manner: "He saved an entire floor of patients."

"Yes, of course, that's worthy of a commendation." Lockhart adjusted his gold-rimmed top hat.

"In fact, I have saved many people during my journey, but I have never mentioned these things."

"Yeah, I didn't mention it, but it's all written in the book." Kyle cursed inwardly.

Although no one spoke to him, Lockhart did not feel embarrassed at all and continued to say to Kyle:

"I think you must have read my book "Wandering with Werewolves" before, where I introduced in detail fifteen ways to deal with werewolves."

"Professor, aren't there seventeen kinds?"

Kyle blinked, "Did you forget?"

"Seventeen..." Lockhart paused, but the expression on his face did not change at all.

"Of course not. It's just that there are two methods that are too risky. I don't recommend ordinary wizards to do that... It seems that you are really reading my book seriously. It's very good. Which college are you in?"

"Hufflepuff."

"Then... ten points for Hufflepuff." Lockhart said happily: "You will definitely become an internationally renowned wizard like me in the future.

Of course, you have achieved something now. Although it is not as good as winning the "Wizard Weekly" most charming smile award five times in a row, it is just the beginning.

I was much more ordinary than you when I was thirteen. "

Professor McGonagall heard from behind that she was twitching recently and scratching her teeth.

"Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award, more prestigious than the Order of Merlin?

How did he say it?

For that kind of thing, even if she was offered a large sum of galleons, she would still have to consider whether to take it.

It's so embarrassing. If my old friends see it, they might think that Hogwarts can't afford to pay wages.

At this time, a group of people came out of the castle, including Harry, Hermione and Ron... Their first period was herbal medicine class and they needed to go to the greenhouse.

"I have to go." Lockhart patted Kyle on the shoulder again.

"By the way, although I was just instructing Professor Sprout on how to heal the wounds of the Whomping Willow, I don't want you to think that I am better than her in herbal medicine. I just happened to see a few trees during my travels. This strange plant..."

"Then where did you meet me, Professor?"

Kyle suddenly asked: "I've always wanted to raise a whomping willow, but Principal Dumbledore and Professor Sprout don't agree with me digging it away. If it's from the wild, it should be fine."

"That's a very far away place..." Lockhart thought for a moment and said, "And you may be disappointed. The Whomping Willow there is also someone else's private property, and they take it very seriously."