hogwarts blast

When Kyle took his seat in the faculty seat, there was quite a stir in the auditorium.

All the students were discussing and speculating about Kyle's identity.

What is the relationship between him and Professor Dumbledore?

Why did Professor Dumbledore bring him to the auditorium?

And he ate with the professors?

As the person involved, Kyle didn't pay attention to the discussions among the students at all. He knew that his appearance was indeed strange, but he couldn't care less about it at this moment.

You must know that he just came from New York, USA, and his biological clock's current accurate time should be three o'clock in the morning.

Earlier, he was engaging in a multiplayer exercise in a warehouse with a group of gangsters selling laundry detergent.

After finally getting home, before you even had time to make a bowl of midnight snack, Dumbledore told you that you were the son of a criminal, and that a group of magical police officers were hunting you. You were then taken across the Atlantic to evade pursuit.

The nightlife this night was really colorful.

He is now so hungry that he thinks he can eat a full 46 bowls of Ichiraku Ramen.

Kyle was wreaking havoc on the dining table like a starving ghost. After a while, the process of the food on the plate being destroyed and then reappearing had been repeated four or five times.

He is now Kyle Payne, Six Paths, Hungry Path, and Grindelwald.

Several other people at the table stopped and cast curious glances at Kyle. It seemed that they wanted to know how much this child could eat.

When the food on the dinner plate was wiped out for the eighth time, Kyle burped and finally stopped.

But his eyes still stayed on the dining table, searching for something.

At this time, a hand stretched out from the side and handed him a glass of pumpkin juice.

"Thank you." Kyle turned around and saw that the owner of the hand was a professor with medium-long black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin. "How should I call you?"

"Just call me Professor Snape."

"Professor Snape." Kyle's attitude was very respectful.

Then he waited for a long time, but didn't get any response, so he couldn't help but said: "Is it just Snape? Like, Adele...or Aristotle...Drake? Bo

Northam?"

Why is this naughty kid so capable of talking nonsense?

Snape's eternally cold face twitched, and he held it in for a long time before spitting out a name through his teeth, "Severus Snape."

On the other side of the teacher's chair, Dumbledore looked at Kyle, who was having a "very happy chat" with Snape, with a smile on his face.

"It seems that he and Severus get along well, which surprises me."

After hearing Dumbledore's words, a tall witch looked along his line of sight. Through the lenses of his square glasses, she saw Kyle's eyes that were exactly the same as Gellert Grindelwald's.

Minerva McGonagall, the vice-principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, said with a smile: "It looks like his Potions score shouldn't be bad."

"I think he will inherit his father's excellent talent, and he will be even better than his father."

Dumbledore silently added in his mind: His father is not as good at eating as he is.

…

All the food on the table has disappeared, signaling the end of meal time.

Kyle stood up, his flat belly showing no signs that he had just eaten at least five or six adult portions of food.

"professor……"

Before he could ask the question, Dumbledore answered his doubts: "I think you should go to sleep now, and when you wake up, I will take you to Diagon Alley to buy something for you in Hog ​​in the future."

Supplies Watts needs for school.”

As a ninja who lives day and night and is the Dark Knight of New York City, Kyle feels that there is absolutely no need for him to catch up on sleep.

Moreover, for last night's action, he had already made up for his sleep during the day. After all, he couldn't yawn while fighting gangsters, right?

"Professor, I'm not sleepy at all now. Let's go directly to Diagon Alley."

Dumbledore stared at Kyle carefully for a while, and after confirming that he was indeed in high spirits and in full condition, he nodded.

"Then let's leave now."

…

After a while, Kyle and Dumbledore came to the grass outside the castle.

"Professor, can we go to Diagon Alley without the magic of Mentos?" Kyle raised his head and asked.

Not long ago, he was carried across the Atlantic by Dumbledore using this magic called a portkey.

It’s best not to experience that horrible feeling of being pulled hard by a hook on your navel again.

Dumbledore looked at Kyle with some confusion, wondering why Kyle was so resistant to the Portkey mode of transportation.

"Then...okay. Fox!"

Following Dumbledore's call, a ball of fire appeared out of thin air.

A large, gorgeous, bright red bird, similar in size to a swan, with a long shining golden tail, long beak and talons, and a golden color - the Scottish long-tailed turkey? emerged from the flames.

I don’t know why, but when Kyle saw this phoenix named Fox, he felt inexplicably kind to it.

"This is the Phoenix Fawkes, it will take us to Diagon Alley."

After hearing Dumbledore's words, Kyle glanced at Fawkes suspiciously. Can such a small one be ridden?

Could it be that it grabbed a person with one paw and then carried them both to Diagon Alley?

Phoenix Fawkes stood on Dumbledore's shoulder, staring at Kyle with big eyes full of doubts. It felt that the human cub was thinking about something not good.

"Take my hand."

Kyle did as he was told, and the next second, the two of them ignited into a huge flame and disappeared into Hogwarts.

By the time Kyle came to his senses, they were already standing on a wide archway, which led to a winding cobblestone street with no end in sight.

"Are we reaching Diagon Alley now?" Kyle didn't even feel that he had experienced a long-distance teleportation.

The feeling of being taken on a journey by Phoenix Fawkes is a warm feeling, which is higher than the portkey that has gone to who knows where.

"Yes, let's go get the money first."

Walking out along the archway, the store closest to the exit is the Patchi Crucible Store. The warm golden sun in the morning shines on a stack of crucibles at the entrance of the store, and the words on the signboard above are shining brightly.

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Dumbledore noticed Kyle's gaze and said, "You don't need to use this yet."

No, I think I need it now.

Kyle's eyes focused on a copper pot, which he thought was very suitable for cooking hot pot.

You must know that it has been eleven years since he came to this world, but he has never tasted the delicacies produced by the great foodie empire in his previous life.

When he thought of the spicy taste of the old Sichuan hot pot, tears of nostalgia suddenly flowed from the corners of Kyle's mouth.

After wiping his "tears", Kyle followed Dumbledore to a snow-white building that towered above the surrounding shops.

A white stone staircase leads to two shiny bronze doors. Next to the doors stands a man wearing a scarlet and gold uniform... Goblin?

To be precise, they are goblins.

The two passed through the second silver door and entered the spacious marble hall.

About a hundred goblins sat behind the long counter and scribbled entries in the large ledger.

Some use scales to weigh coins, and some use eyepieces to detect gems.

"Dear Mr. Dumbledore, welcome to Gringotts. How can I help you?" When a goblin saw Dumbledore, he immediately came up to him respectfully.

Dumbledore took out a key from his arms and said, "Please take us to the underground vault."

The goblin bowed to Dumbledore impeccably and led the two of them towards a door.

"Your father left you a considerable asset." Dumbledore and Kyle explained.