Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

By Monday morning, the news that Professor Caredi Bubaji had been attacked and sent to the campus hospital had spread throughout the castle. ☞

Because the school could not find a suitable substitute professor, it had to temporarily suspend Muggle Studies classes.

Moreover, Marcus Flint, who was discharged from the hospital, also said...he saw the professor being sent to the school hospital with his own eyes on Saturday night.

Everyone who heard the news was shocked... That was the professor!

Immediately, rumors spread in the school, and everyone was suspicious. Almost everyone began to gather in groups, fearing that they would be attacked if they were left alone.

"He's lying!"

At the long Gryffindor table, Harry said angrily: "He didn't wake up at all on Saturday night, he slept so deeply!"

"But people want to believe him." Ron said without raising his head, "Never mind that."

He placed a backpack on the table, dug out a piece of parchment from a pile of books and notebooks inside, and measured it with a ruler.

"Damn, that's another three inches... Harry, have you finished your History of Magic homework?"

"What, history of magic and homework?" Harry was stunned.

"Of course, it's about the International Wizarding Conference in 1289." Ron glanced at him, "The Bludger probably hit your head too."

"No...but I think it might have something to do with the fall I took." Harry said, "I don't remember this happening at all."

"Then you're miserable, our first period is History of Magic." Ron said sympathetically.

Then he looked at Hermione again, "Damn..."

"No!" Hermione glared at him, "You should finish your homework by yourself."

"I know." Ron said, "But I was in the room on the eighth floor all yesterday and didn't have time to go to the library. ╰╮"

"Who asked you to just play with your broomstick there!"

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Two people were attacked one after another, including a professor... At this time, everyone was very upset, and the castle became lifeless.

Fred and George couldn't stand the depressing atmosphere. One morning, they appeared at the entrance of the auditorium with broomsticks.

The two of them each had three golden trophies on their heads, as if they were wearing unique headsets.

And the brooms they hold are also special. There is an extra wooden board in the middle, fixed with magic tape.

After enough people came, they walked out of the castle under the curious eyes of everyone, flying slowly around the castle while tap dancing on their broomsticks.

The crowd immediately became lively, and everyone was amused and laughed.

Professor McGonagall was also in the crowd, but she did not stop Fred and George or drive away the crowd. Instead, she waited until they had completed a circle around the castle and returned to the ground before walking out with a straight face.

"Professor McGonagall..."

"Why are you here?"

Fred and George immediately retracted their grins, feeling guilty and not daring to look at her.

"One point from Gryffindor."

Professor McGonagall said: "That's not how broomsticks are used. Don't do such dangerous things again."

"And..." She glanced at the heads of the two of them, "Remember to clean the trophy and put it back in the trophy display room, otherwise you will be put in solitary confinement."

"I'll make sure they're spotless."

"Like new."

Fred and George almost laughed out loud when they heard that they had only been deducted one point and did not need to be put into solitary confinement... In fact, they had been prepared to be put into solitary confinement before.

Professor McGonagall said nothing, turned and left. ♧

The crowd was lively again.

Fred and George were escorted back to the castle like two triumphant warriors.

They found Kyle, smiled and asked, "How's it going?"

"What a wonderful performance." Kyle said sincerely.

Cedric also gave a thumbs up, "But how did you secure the trophy?"

"Magic tape." Fred broke apart the trophies that were stuck together. "We originally wanted to find someone to use the levitating spell, but then we decided to use this."

"At least it's safe." George said with a smile: "We looked for Ron before, but it turned out that he couldn't control the floating spell at all. He lost all the feathers used for the experiment, and they haven't been found yet."

"Then we gave up on the idea of ​​getting help."

Back at the castle, Fred and George decided to put the trophy back before going to class.

"Is this enough?" Kangna looked at the trophies in their hands, which had many traces of tape that had not been torn off.

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"That's enough in our opinion."

"Don't worry, there's no Kyle's among them..." George blinked, "We looked for them specially. These trophies are all from Slytherin."

After saying that, the two hurried up the stairs.

Thanks to them, Hogwarts, which had been dormant for a long time, finally had some vitality today.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lockhart also said that he would write them into the new book he was writing.

However, Kyle felt that Fred and George would not be happy if they knew the news.

When get out of class was over, Kyle met Neville in the corridor. He seemed to have been waiting here and walked over immediately after seeing Kyle.

"I'm sorry, I seem to have messed up."

With a hint of crying, Neville took out a flowerpot from behind.

Inside was a slender plant with green roots but dry and yellow leaves that looked ready to wither at any moment.

"They've been like this since yesterday, I, I don't know why." Neville bit his lip and said, "I'm sorry..."

"Why are you apologizing?"

Kyle reached out and touched the leaves and smiled: "The cloak grass will grow buds again after withering, and then their leaves will become wider... This is normal, you take good care of it. "

"Really?" Neville couldn't believe it, "I didn't screw up this time?"

"Of course." Kyle said, "You can read "Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms". There is an introduction to cloak grass in Chapter 12."

"Thank God...I always thought it was me that made them like this."

Neville's mood improved a lot, "By the way, Kyle, do you sell amulets?"

"Amulet?" Kyle asked doubtfully, "It's still half a year before the exam. Why did you buy it so early?"

"No, it's not an exam..." Neville shook his head quickly, "I'm talking about the kind of amulet that drives away dark creatures and protects oneself, like this..."

As he spoke, he also took out a smelly onion.

Kyle held his nose and took two steps back.

The smell of this stuff is just like that of canned herrings, and it's also persistent... How dare Neville put it in his pocket!

As expected of a Gryffindor, brave as hell.

But I have to admit that this thing can indeed protect himself. In other words, no normal creature would want to get close to him.

Of course, except for Louie, who should like this thing very much.

"How about it, do you have any here?" Neville's expression was very calm, and he even took a deep breath, as if doing so would make him safer.

"No." Kyle shook his head.

During this time, this kind of thing really became popular in school, and Fred and George even talked to him about it.

It's just that Kyle didn't take it seriously from the beginning.

There are too many similar things, and without the Slytherin market, they can't make many galleons at all.

There is no need to work hard for a long time to earn some candy money.

"Is that so..." Neville looked a little disappointed.

He really wanted to buy something. After all, everyone in Hogwarts knew that the things Kyle's gang...the team sold were much more reliable than others.

Seeing Neville's disappointed look, Kyle thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, just wait a moment while I look for him."

He opened the deformed lizard skin bag and pulled out a pointed amethyst.

This was a gift from the owner of Devis-Bans when he went to Hogsmeade last time, a kind of amethyst for decoration.

It's not expensive to buy individually. One galleon can buy a piece as big as your fist.

Neville took the amethyst with some excitement. "Can it protect me from harm?"

"No." Kyle said, "But when you pass by the corner of the corridor, if you use it to illuminate the road in advance, sometimes you can save your life."

Neville looked at the amethyst...his appearance was clearly reflected on it.

"I know, this must be something like a monster-proof looking glass, which can find hidden monsters." Neville murmured, feeling that he had discovered its purpose.

"How much."

"Normally, ten Sickles." Kyle said, "I'll give this to you..."

But before he could finish his words, he saw Neville take out five Galleons.

"Okay... I'll buy ten!"