Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

The village of St. Catchpole was quiet at night. People had gone to bed early. Only a few lights were still on in the whole village.

In the woods not far from the Burrow, a figure suddenly appeared and fell to the ground with a thud, making a dull sound. The birds that were perched there were immediately scared and flew away.

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Kyle endured the great pain brought by the Cruciatus Curse and lay on the ground gasping for breath.

He finally knew what the Cruciatus Curse felt like. Although it only lasted for a moment, the pain that continued to come from every corner of the body was indeed unforgettable.

After a long while, Kyle finally recovered, supported himself on the tree stump next to him, and began to look around. He soon recognized that this was the scope of St. Catchpole Village.

Just now, he didn't have time to think so much, and he didn't have a goal. He just wanted to leave there quickly and stay away from Voldemort.

In that situation, he subconsciously thought of the place he was most familiar with, and then he came here.

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, he finally succeeded in getting rid of Voldemort.

Kyle patted the dirt on his clothes, took out a bottle of blue potion from the box, drank it directly, and then began to analyze the situation just now.

In fact, this is not the first time he has faced Voldemort, but it is the most stressful time. In addition to knowing that there will be no help from Dumbledore this time, another reason is that the speed of the opponent's spell has become faster.

Much faster than when he was just resurrected.

I don't know if Voldemort's strength has become stronger, or the effect of the Elder Wand... Kyle guessed that it is most likely the latter.

It was not like this last time at the Ministry of Magic. He was next to it and watched the duel between Voldemort and Dumbledore. At that time, his spell was not like this, at least Kyle could see it clearly.

There was no other way. He couldn't beat him, so he could only run away. So in order to avoid being taken away by a killing curse, he deliberately angered Voldemort.

There were risks in doing so. The surname "Riddle" was a taboo for Voldemort. Kyle couldn't guarantee that he would kill him directly, but if he didn't do so, Voldemort would most likely kill him with a killing curse to avenge Bellatrix, or... vent his anger.

After all, he was not Harry, and he couldn't get Voldemort's blatant preference. He still had a 50% chance if he tried hard.

Fortunately, the plan went smoothly. The furious Voldemort chose to torture him with the Cruciatus Curse, and he took the opportunity to run away directly.

Of course, this was also related to Kyle's rush to take away the basilisk and missed the opportunity to take the initiative. If he didn't care about the basilisk at the time, but prepared for the battle in advance, he could still fight Voldemort for a few rounds... Well, I think so.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but after being hit by the Cruciatus Curse, Kyle always felt that Voldemort was a little strong on the outside but weak on the inside. It's not that he was not strong, but that he was not as scary as he imagined. It seemed that he didn't pay any price to take away the Elder Wand.

But these are just a feeling. If Kyle were to choose again, he would definitely run away...

Kyle waited for a while until the effect of the Cruciatus Curse completely disappeared, and then he walked out of the woods.

He didn't choose to go back home or the Burrow, but directly Apparated to Grimmauld Place.

As soon as he landed, Kyle felt something fall on his shoulder, and then he heard screams, and Mrs. Weasley and Sirius ran out of the door in a panic.

But their steps were a little staggering, and their faces were extremely pale.

In just a few steps, Mrs. Weasley even ran off the track, and tried twice before she came to Kyle's side.

"Kyle... Thank God, you're finally back." As she said that, she also glared at Sirius next to her.

Sirius felt so wronged. He never thought of leaving Kyle there alone. It was Fawkes who took him away by force.

But he knew that no matter how much he explained, it would be useless, so he wisely chose to keep his mouth shut and stand quietly by the side.

It might also be because he couldn't open his mouth at all.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Weasley." Kyle smiled and said, "Let's go in first. It's too dangerous to stay outside."

Yeah!

Mrs. Weasley nodded and pulled Kyle to go back.

She went astray again and walked straight to the door with the number 10 sign.

Kyle pulled her, and the two returned to the correct house number 12.

There were not many people inside. In addition to Mrs. Weasley and Sirius, there were only Harry and Ginny sitting on the ground with a dull look on their faces, and an old man who looked a bit like Dumbledore.

Aberforth, the owner of the Hog's Head Pub in Hogsmeade, was also Dumbledore's brother.

He looked at Kyle expressionlessly and suddenly frowned.

"Where is that person? Why is his phoenix here with you?"

There was something strange in his voice. Although he didn't mention the name, Kyle knew who he was talking about.

"It's a long story." Kyle was afraid that he would misunderstand something, so he quickly explained: "Professor Dumbledore is fine, but he had to do something very important and forgot to take Fawkes with him. I will help take care of him for a few days."

"Do you know what you are saying? Or do you think I am a fool?" Aberforth narrowed his eyes. "That is a phoenix. No matter where that guy is, it can find him. Do you need your help to take care of him?"

Although his expression did not change, his hands tightly grasped the back of the chair. "Tell the truth. There is no need to hide it."

"This is the truth, I promise." Kyle said helplessly: "The place he went to is exactly where Fawkes can't go."

Aberforth stared at Kyle without blinking, as if observing whether he was lying.

Kyle was very frank. What he said was the truth. No matter how magical the phoenix was, it was impossible for it to Apparate back to a hundred years ago.

But Kyle was a little hesitant in his heart. If Aberforth had to ask clearly, what should he say.

Tell the truth directly?

Tell him that Dumbledore went back a hundred years ago to find Ariana?

Definitely not. Aberforth's feelings for his sister are no worse than Dumbledore's. What if he wants to go there too? Kyle doesn't have a second time converter for him to use.

So it must be hidden from him.

Kyle was a little troubled, thinking about what excuse to find to make Aberforth believe, but after thinking about it, he couldn't find a place that the phoenix couldn't reach.

Or just push it to Dumbledore and pretend that he knew nothing. This is the only excuse that can fool him.

But what he didn't expect was that Aberforth just snorted coldly and didn't mean to ask questions. After confirming that Kyle didn't lie, he returned to his previous indifference.

Then Aberforth strode to the door and looked back at Kyle, "What a waste of time, the rest of the people are left to you."

After that, he stepped out of the door and Apparated away.

"Leave it to me?" Kyle scratched his hair, "What does this mean?"

"It's just... Ugh..." Sirius wanted to explain, but he almost vomited as soon as he opened his mouth. At the same time, his action affected others.

Ginny covered her mouth and staggered upstairs.

Harry was better than her, but he was also pale and slumped on the ground.

After a long while, Sirius finally recovered. He picked up a bottle of Fire Whiskey on the table and took a big gulp, barely suppressing his churning stomach.

"To be honest, I have never experienced such an exciting Apparition."

Harry and Mrs. Weasley nodded.

Harry still remembered that one Christmas holiday, when they went to St. Mungo's to visit Sirius, Kyle was taken by Fawkes. At that time, he bumped into the cabinet as soon as he appeared.

Harry still felt strange at the time, and didn't understand why Kyle performed so badly when it was just an Apparition.

Now he finally understood.

The Apparition of the Phoenix and the wizard are two completely different magics. When he was first taken away, let alone standing, even his consciousness was blurred.

He felt as if he was stuffed into the nostrils of a giant, picked out and thrown onto the hoof of a unicorn, and was trampled for ten miles.

For a while, he even thought it would be nice to face the Death Eaters right in Godric's Hollow.

Thinking about it this way, Kyle's performance of just bumping into the cabinet was simply too perfect to be true.

Thinking of what happened just now, Harry finally couldn't help it, and ran upstairs with his mouth covered like Ginny.

"Don't worry, they have been like this all the time." Sirius took a deep breath and said, "We were sent by the Phoenix to... the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade, and a few minutes ago... we were just brought back by the owner there... the person you just saw."

"Oh." Kyle nodded, "Are the others still there? Why don't they come back quickly?"

"Because there is no way, we can't even stand... let alone use Apparition to come back." Sirius grabbed the bottle of Firewhisky and took another sip.

"Later, the owner of the Hog's Head Inn recognized Fawkes and told us the address here. Then we knew he was one of us."

Mrs. Weasley continued, "For safety reasons, we asked him to help send some people back."

"Sirius and I were the first batch, Harry and Ginny were just sent back, and then you arrived."

Hearing her say this, Kyle finally understood.

Just like the place he was most familiar with in his subconscious was St. Catchpole Village, Fawkes didn't think the safe place was the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, but the Hog's Head Inn where another "Dumbledore" was.

"How is everyone doing?" Kyle asked.

"For the time being... it's okay." Mrs. Weasley thought for a while and said, "Promise me, Kyle, don't let the Phoenix take us away again unless it's absolutely necessary. If the Death Eaters chase us at that time, I'm afraid we won't be able to resist."

"Okay." Kyle nodded.

Of course he knew what would happen if he was Apparated with the Phoenix, but the situation was urgent at the time, and this was the best way. Otherwise, with the number of Death Eaters, there would definitely be a lot of casualties.

Besides, the Death Eaters would definitely not be able to find the place where Fawkes thought it was safe for a while.

"Then I'll go get them back now." Kyle walked out of the house again.

He originally wanted Sirius to go with him, as the two of them would definitely go faster, but seeing him chugging Firewhisky one sip after another, he gave up the idea.

Forget it, if he used Apparition in this state, there would probably be problems, which would be even more troublesome.

Without wasting any more time, Kyle Apparated directly to Hogsmeade.

Because of the time, all the shops here were closed, and only the windows of the Hog's Head were still flashing with light.

Kyle pushed the door and walked in, but he didn't see anyone else, only an old witch lying in the corner, as if she was asleep.

Aberforth, who had just left, stood behind the counter, wiping an equally dirty cup with a dirty rag.

No wonder others said that it is best to prepare your own tableware when you come to the Hog's Head. There is nothing wrong with this.

At the same time, Aberforth also saw Kyle, and the vigilance in his eyes quickly turned into disgust, and he pointed to the side with his chin.

"They're upstairs."

"Thank you." Kyle immediately ran upstairs and saw Fred and George upstairs. They were standing at the stairs holding the wall, and they should be responsible for vigilance.

Lupin and Hermione were taking care of the unconscious Tonks, and the others were further inside.

As for Nymphadora Tonks, if Kyle guessed correctly, she should be the old witch sleeping downstairs.

After seeing Kyle, Fred and George had complicated eyes.

"Prove your identity." Fred said, "What are we selling for the first time in Hogwarts."

"Maps." Kyle said.

"No problem." Fred nodded to everyone and relaxed.

"I have a question." George walked to Kyle's side. "I heard from Sirius that you asked the phoenix to take us away?"

"It wasn't me, it was Dumbledore." Kyle said calmly, "That was his phoenix."

"Really?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." George took a deep breath and shook his head. "This is really not a pleasant trip, even though it saved us."

"Ah, normal." Kyle said calmly, "You get used to it after a few more times."

"Goodbye, I'd rather face the Death Eaters." Fred said, holding his stomach.

"Let's talk about this later. We have to leave here quickly." Kyle said, "You get ready, I'll go call Tonks."

When he went back downstairs, the old witch lying on the table also stood up. Her face had changed back to Tonks, but her hair was still messy.

Kyle motioned for her to go upstairs, then turned to look at Aberforth.

"Thank you."

"No need." Aberforth said, "Just pay me. You delayed my business for a whole night. Plus the money for the portkey, a total of one hundred Galleons."

As he said that, he threw the dirty glass in his hand over. There was a layer of shiny blue light on the glass, which was obviously a newly made portkey.

"Or you don't need this, then just pay fifty Galleons."

"No, one hundred Galleons is no problem." Kyle said, "But I'm a little curious, why didn't you use the portkey to send them back just now?"

"It's better to die two than all of them." Aberforth raised his eyelids, "Hurry up, you only have three minutes."

"Ah...Okay!" Kyle walked over and took out a heavy bag and put it on the counter.

Aberforth opened it and took a look. "It's too much. There are at least 200 Galleons here."

"The extra ones are just a small token of my appreciation." Kyle smiled. "But can you do me a small favor?"

"A small favor of 100 Galleons?" Aberforth sneered. "Tell me about it."

"It's like this... Can you promise to give me Fawkes as Dumbledore's brother?" Kyle whispered, "If you can, I will pay you another 1,000 Galleons."

Aberforth raised his eyebrows and pushed the bag to Kyle without hesitation.

"Don't rush to refuse. 2,000... No, 5,000 Galleons, or 10,000 can also be negotiated."

"Don't waste your time. It only listens to that person. It's useless for me to say anything." Aberforth said.

"Is that so..." Kyle thought for a moment and pushed the bag back, "It's okay, just give it to a friend."

"No thanks, I dare not accept it." Aberforth looked at Kyle warily, waved his hand and threw the bag into his pocket, "You are just like that person, not a good guy, hurry up and take the people out."

"By the way, I remind you that the door key will be out in three minutes."

"Okay..." Kyle took the cup and was about to go upstairs, but immediately turned back.

"Here, give me ten bottles of fire whiskey and ten bottles of brandy, I think they should need these things."

"Not for sale."

"I'll pay five times more, put it in Dumbledore's account." Kyle said casually: "Wait for him to come back and pay you."

This time Aberforth didn't even hesitate, and it took only ten seconds to quickly pack up what Kyle needed.