Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Kyle didn't think it was very difficult for Connor to pass the examination of the Association of Extraordinary Apothecaries. With her talent and Snape's help, this was almost a certainty.

Of course, the premise is that no one maliciously lowers the score...

But then again, it doesn't matter if there is, because I will graduate next year, so I have plenty of time to help them correct their mistakes.

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An hour later, the pudding dessert on the table also disappeared, and the golden plate became as shiny as new again.

When Dumbledore stood up, the laughter echoing in the auditorium disappeared in an instant.

"Have an evening everyone," he said with a smile, spreading his arms as if to hug everyone in the auditorium.

"Look at his hands." Mikel suddenly said.

Ryan turned around and said, "It's normal. What's wrong?"

"I mean, Dumbledore wore a ring." Mikel said, "He never wore a ring before."

Kyle also noticed that Dumbledore had a very conspicuous gemstone ring on his finger. The black gemstone on it was only slightly smaller than the Golden Snitch.

Resurrection stone!

Kyle narrowed his eyes, but soon he didn't care.

Because there was no obvious change in Dumbledore's hand, it still looked the same as before, which meant that the curse on the ring had disappeared.

And being able to be worn on the hand also means that it is no longer a Horcrux... Dumbledore still has a contract with him. If the ring is still a Horcrux, he can't touch it.

As if aware of Kyle's gaze, Dumbledore also looked over and winked at Kyle gently.

"It's great to see you here again, and not a single one of you is missing," he exclaimed.

Everyone knew what he meant.

In the "Daily Prophet" in the past two months, almost every issue reported that someone was missing or even dead. It was indeed a fortunate thing that they escaped.

Dumbledore did not exchange too many greetings, but announced a few precautions to the new students as usual.

For example, freshmen are not allowed to go to the Forbidden Forest, and the selection time of the Quidditch team.

However, there is one more thing to note this year.

"...Administrator Filch asked me to tell everyone. Students are absolutely prohibited from bringing in any products purchased from the Weasley Joke Shop this year."

There is no doubt that Fred and George were targeted, and the entire store was put on the school's blacklist... Simple and hassle-free.

"Also," Dumbledore continued, "We are delighted to welcome a new teacher this year, Professor Slughorn."

He reached back and Slughorn stood, his bald head glistening in the candlelight.

At the Slytherin table, Malfoy looked at him waving and sneered disdainfully, but the next second, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"I am very pleased that Professor Slughorn has agreed to return to his old career as Potions teacher at Hogwarts."

"Potions?"

The entire auditorium seemed to pause for a second, and then there was a buzzing of whispers.

"At the same time." Dumbledore raised his voice, "Professor Snape will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

Two very sudden voices came from the auditorium.

Speaking of Harry and Malfoy, they stood up almost simultaneously.

Harry could not accept Snape teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, his favorite subject.

And Malfoy did not choose Defense Against the Dark Arts... This is easy to understand. As a person who is about to serve the Dark Lord, there is no reason to defend himself.

But his mother had told him several times before the start of school that he must choose Snape's class.

Malfoy didn't care at first. He thought that his grades in Potions would be fine. Who would have thought that Snape went to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the person in charge of the Potions class was Slughorn, whom he hated.

"Draco, the professor is looking at you." Pansy pulled his robe under the table.

Only then did Malfoy notice that he and Harry Potter had become the center of attention, and Snape on the stage was looking at him coldly.

Malfoy reacted and sat back immediately.

After calming down, he realized that the course selection could be changed. As long as Snape agreed, he could still continue taking Defense Against the Dark Arts.

As for Slughorn's Potions class... who cares.

"Ah, Snape got his wish." Kyle looked at Connor and said, "I remember that he has always wanted to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. It seems that the principal finally agreed this year."

Connor frowned, not wanting to be happy for Snape... After all, everyone knew that being the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts was not an easy job.

She couldn't figure out why Snape had to teach this class. Potions were obviously his strength.

"Don't worry." Kyle said softly, as if he could see Connor's worry: "I guess after this school year ends, Professor Snape will probably return to the Potions classroom again."

"Really?"

"It should be." Kyle said, "And this curse is not as terrible as you think. Look at Lupine, Sirius and Moody, aren't they all fine?"

Kyle's reassurance seemed to have had some effect, and Connor looked less worried.

There were many people like them, and people in the entire auditorium were talking about it. Everyone was more concerned about this matter than Dumbledore's next instructions.

However, it may be that he has given similar instructions many times, and the meaning is the same, that is, he advises everyone to unite and face the enemy together.

The only difference is that this year there are some more forbidden areas in the castle, presumably related to the newly added magic defenses. Dumbledore also asked everyone to strictly abide by the new school rules set by the professors and restrain their behavior.

After the dinner, as usual, everyone pushed the benches behind them and began to file out of the auditorium and toward the dormitory.

Connor went off to fulfill her prefect duties of looking after the first years, and Kyle hesitated before walking silently through the crowd back to the common room.

It's just to guide the new students. There is no need for so many prefects. Two are enough.

"Kyle, I've been looking for you." At this moment, a man ran over from behind.

"Grace?" Kyle looked back at the visitor and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Come with me quickly." Grace grabbed Kyle's sleeve and was about to drag him in the direction where the professors left. "They sent me the Quidditch captain's badge by mistake. While the professors are here, we It should be possible to change it back.”

Kyle stood still.

Grace tugged twice, and when she found that she couldn't hold it anymore, she turned back and said, "Hurry up, the professors will leave in a moment."

"No, Grace, they didn't send the wrong person." Kyle shook his head, "In fact, you are the captain."

Grace stood there blankly.

"But...how is this possible?"

"Why is it impossible?" Kyle said with a smile: "If you think about it carefully, even if the badge may be sent to the wrong person, the name will never be wrong.

I guess there should be a letter sent along with the badge, the content of which is to inform you to become the Quidditch captain. "

"Ah, is there?" Grace blinked.

"You don't know?" Kyle asked doubtfully.

Grace shook her head.

In fact, when she found the captain's badge, she subconsciously thought she had sent it by mistake and stuffed it back into the envelope, planning to return it to Kyle when she returned to school. She had no idea there was a letter inside.

"Forget it," Kyle said, "You should just take the envelope with you."

Grace nodded and took out an envelope from her robe pocket.

"Don't be stunned, open it and take a look." Kyle said with a smile.

Grace was still confused, so she subconsciously opened the envelope and saw a folded parchment inside.

It's hard to say what Grace is feeling now. She is definitely nervous, as well as confused, confused, and a trace of expectation that even she herself is not aware of...

Grace opened the parchment, and her name was clearly at the top, as well as the line below her name.

"Congratulations on becoming the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. Please see Ms. Huo Qi to register as captain after September 1st."

In an instant, Grace's breathing began to become rapid.

"See?" Kyle said, "That proves they didn't send the wrong badge."

"But why me?" Grace still couldn't believe it. "Who do I mean? You are obviously the most powerful person on the team."

"No, you got one thing wrong. The captain does not look at personal strength, but the effect on the entire team."

Kyle shrugged, "As you probably know, I also have a job at the Ministry of Magic."

Grace nodded. Almost all students at Hogwarts knew that Kyle had become a senior assistant to the minister, and she was no exception.

"This is exactly what I want to say." Kyle said softly: "Because the Ministry of Magic has many things, I may not have much time to participate in training or even competition this year..."

"What?" Grace almost jumped up, "You want to quit the team?"

Kyle is Hufflepuff's trump card. If he withdraws, their strength will definitely be greatly affected.

"No, not quitting."

Kyle shook his head and said: "I still want to help Hufflepuff win seven consecutive championships, but you should also know that seventh-grade students not only have academic problems, but also because it is a special situation now, it may be difficult for me to be healthy. Devote yourself wholeheartedly to the team's affairs.

"After all, whether it is arranging training or formulating game tactics, it takes time. If I really become the captain, then we will probably only be able to use improvisational tactics."

Grace breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she didn't quit the team, as for the training time problem, this could be solved.

"So don't be surprised." Kyle continued: "It is most appropriate for you to be the captain."

Grace was still in disbelief, standing there not knowing what she was thinking. By the time she came to her senses, Kyle had already returned to the common room.

As usual for Hufflepuff, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

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When having breakfast the next day, almost half of the people at the Hufflepuff table were yawning constantly... They had made up for their homework all night yesterday, and now was the sleepiest time.

The new class schedule was distributed yesterday. The first class for seventh grade students is History of Magic, which is just enough time to catch up on some sleep.

The professor of this course is a ghost. He only reads from the textbook. As long as he doesn't interrupt, he can do anything.

Kangna sat in the last row of the classroom and looked to the side curiously.

Kyle is holding the wand at the moment and keeps drawing something on a small round mirror... The wand at this time is like a quill filled with ink, and it can leave marks on the mirror with just one stroke. trace.

Judging from the shape, it should be magic text, but it was so complicated that Kangna didn't recognize what it was after looking at it for a long time.

"What are you doing?" Finally, she couldn't help but ask.

"Review alchemy." Kyle whispered.

"Is this alchemy?" Kangna glanced at the mirror filled with various magic words and symbols with interest, "Why does it feel different from when you made the map before?"

"Of course it's different." Kyle said, "The things I made before, whether it was the map or its waterproof and moisture-proof badge, could only be regarded as magic items.

"Real alchemy is the combination of runes and magic."

Because he was distracted while speaking, Kyle accidentally moved the wand in his hand a little more and wrote the wrong magic text.

A few cracks appeared on the mirror instantly, turning into a pile of fragments.

"Sorry." Connor said sheepishly.

"It's okay, I couldn't have succeeded in one go." Kyle waved his wand nonchalantly, cleared away the debris on the table, and then took out a new mirror.

This time Kangna didn't speak, and just watched Kyle's movements.

To be honest, this process is actually quite boring. Kyle draws the magic text very slowly. It takes almost half an hour to paint a palm-sized mirror.

Then those magic words will disappear, as if they were covered. At this time, Kyle will continue to draw new magic words.

And if something goes wrong, the mirror will shatter and all previous efforts will be in vain.

For two days, Kyle kept playing with this thing and didn't even listen to the class.

However, most professors would pretend not to see his behavior, including Professor McGonagall.

Connor originally took a lot of notes for Kyle, but ever since Kyle completed Professor McGonagall's request with a wave of his wand during a Transfiguration class, she has stopped doing such unnecessary things.

No wonder Professor McGonagall didn't care about his behavior of deserting in class, it was really not necessary.

It was not until the morning of the third day of school, when the first spells class was about to end, that Kyle put down his wand.

Kangna's first reaction was to fail again, but the next second she noticed that the mirror was still intact.

"Did you succeed?" she asked.

"That's right, there's still one last step left." Kyle took a deep breath and tapped the mirror with his wand.

In an instant, all the magic words drawn on it all emerged, and the layers overlapped to form a complete symbol.

The mirror began to shake violently, and the movement was so loud that all the surrounding students and Professor Flitwick looked over.

The shaking mirror cracked in the middle, but it wasn't a crack, but it turned into two as if a copying spell had been cast.

Then the silence returned, and the magic symbols on it disappeared again.

"Pah, pah!"

There was a burst of clapping in the classroom.

"It's really magical." Professor Flitwick came over and looked at the two mirrors on the table, "To be honest, this is the first time I have seen the process of making a double-sided mirror. This is a very complicated alchemical product. "

"Thanks for the compliment, Professor." Kyle said with a smile.

After hearing Professor Flitwick's words, others stretched their necks to get a better view.

At this time, the bell just rang.

Kyle packed up his things and left the professor. In the hallway, he handed one of the mirrors to Connor.

"Sent to me?"

"Of course." Kyle said, "Didn't you hear what Professor Flitwick said just now? This is a two-way mirror and can only be used by two people."

Kangna took the mirror and asked, "How do I use this?"

"You don't know?" Kyle was a little surprised. After all, a double-sided mirror is not a particularly precious thing in the magic world.

"I've heard of it, but never used it," said Kang Na.

"It's very simple." Kyle said, "Just call my name in the mirror and you can see me in the mirror. This way, I don't have to worry about not receiving your reply.

"Speaking of which, why didn't you send us a reply during the holiday? Are the assessments that strict?"

"It's to prevent cheating," Kang Na said in a low voice, "I didn't receive a letter during the entire holiday."

"Okay." Kyle didn't understand, but he had never experienced the assessment of the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association, so he could only listen to it seriously.

"But there's no need to worry now." Kyle continued: "As long as you need it, just call me in the mirror. Even if Snape takes you somewhere else later, I can help pick you up. "

Kangna said in a small voice: "That's France, can you apparate so far?"

"It doesn't matter, even if I can't apparate, I have other ways." Kyle shrugged and said with a smile: "I know a person who has rich experience in cross-border travel, whether it is legal or illegal, and regardless of the distance No matter how far it is, there is a way.”

Kang Na didn't speak, but her face turned slightly red. She looked at the small round mirror in her hand and shouted softly: "Kyle..."

The next second, the mirror in Kyle's hand reacted. He looked at Kangna's face in the mirror, and then looked at Kangna herself next to him.

"What's wrong? We're so close. Can't you just say something if you have anything to say?" Kyle asked in a teasing tone.

"You care about me, can't I try to see if it works?" Kangna turned her head to the side and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly.

But then she hurriedly changed the subject and said: "Hurry up, class is about to start. The next period is Defense Against the Dark Arts. You will suffer if you are late."

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