Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Early that morning, Kyle came downstairs to have breakfast as usual.

Chris was alone in the living room.

In fact, Diana has not been back since the last investiture ceremony.

Kyle also asked Chris, but he didn't know what happened. He only knew that the mission of the Department of Mysteries seemed very important.

Just two days ago, the ninth floor of the Ministry of Magic, where the Department of Mysteries is located, had been completely sealed. The elevators were inaccessible, and all the paper airplanes used to deliver messages were blocked.

Not only that, even Minister Cornelius Fudge couldn't get in.

Because of this, the minister lost his temper.

Unfortunately, let alone losing his temper, even if he banged his head on the elevator, it would be impossible for the ninth floor to open.

Unlike other departments in the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Mysteries has a great deal of independence and is not under the jurisdiction of the Minister of Magic.

After all, the Department of Mysteries already existed before the Ministry of Magic was established. Strictly speaking, the two are just a cooperative relationship.

Normally, if nothing happens, those silent people might still give Fudge some face.

But it will be different if there are special circumstances.

Even at certain times, Fudge, the so-called minister, was not as important as a prophetic crystal ball in their eyes.

I just don't know if this mission of the Department of Mysteries will be related to Voldemort.

Kyle was a little curious... but it was a pity that Diana would never tell him anything about the Department of Mysteries.

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"Today is already the second week of your vacation."

At the dinner table, Chris handed a plate of bacon to Kyle and asked nervously: "Are you sure that is really a letter written by Mr. Nicoléme?"

"Dad, I've said it many times."

Kyle reluctantly put down the bread in his hand, "The letter was given to me by Mr. MacPhail, and Principal Dumbledore also acquiesced. They won't joke about it."

"I know...but that's Nicoléme!" Chris still couldn't believe it.

As a legendary wizard that spanned six centuries, Nicoléme was so famous that it can be said that wherever there are wizards, there are legends about him.

Many people wanted to see him, but they didn't expect Kyle to be invited as a guest.

Ever since he got the news, Chris has always had an unreal feeling.

Kyle took a bite of the bread helplessly. Chris had been doing this in the past few days and he was used to it.

He was just invited as a guest, so why was he so surprised? After all, he is also the youngest to be awarded the Order of Merlin. This is too much for him to use bean bags as dry food.

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"Bang...bang!"

At this time, a knock on the door suddenly came.

"Is this the person who came to pick you up?" Chris asked.

"Probably not." Kyle shook his head and said calmly.

Although today was the appointed day, it was too early now, it was not yet eight o'clock...and he was so familiar with the knock on the door, he could hear it almost every day at this time last year.

Kyle got up and walked over and opened the door.

The next second, two identical faces appeared in front of him.

"Kyle, thank God you're still home."

George said somewhat thankfully: "We remember that you are leaving today."

Sure enough it was Fred and George.

There was no surprise on Kyle's face, and he turned sideways with a calm expression: "Come in and talk."

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Fred glanced behind Kyle through Kyle, then shook his head seriously and said, "No, you must be very busy today, so we won't waste your time."

"We're here to borrow an owl today."

"Borrow an owl?" Kyle was a little surprised.

He had thought just now that Fred and George were just like last year, wanting to borrow the attic for their "quick hook-up candy."

Moreover, although the Weasley owl is very old, it is still strong under Chris's care in the past few years, so it should be no problem to send a message.

"Yes."

Fred couldn't help but smile: "The quick-acting truant candy series is very popular. Even during the holidays, we received a lot of orders..."

"We need to send stuff to them."

George took out a piece of parchment, which was covered with densely written names.

"So many..." Kyle was a little surprised:

"Now that we don't have to go to school, why are they buying candies for skipping classes?"

"Didn't you notice that most of the names on it are the little wizards of the year? And almost all the ones bought are Fat Tongue Toffees."

Fred smiled and said: "They can't use magic during the holidays..."

“But this magical candy allows them to show off the wonders of magic at home.”

“This is an idea that George and I came up with before the holidays.”

Fred said proudly: "We also deliberately reduced some swelling potions to make the changes in the tongue less exaggerated."

"Sure enough, it was a great success..."

Fred suddenly became a little angry, "But Percy's big head has been occupying Errol lately and he still refuses to let us use it."

"Okay." Kyle nodded, walked to the door and stretched out his arm.

"Laton!"

After a while, a huge owl flew over from the nearby woods. Its belly was round, and it was obvious that it had just returned from the buffet.

"It's really cool."

Although he had seen him many times, Fred still glanced at Laton in surprise.

They are both owls, but it is larger than the two Errols put together. This size is too exaggerated.

And he always felt that this owl was much bigger than the last time he saw it. He really didn't know how Kyle raised it.

Looking at Raton, Fred seemed to suddenly think of something and asked softly: "Does it follow other owls that deliver letters?"

"What are you going to do!" Kyle asked warily.

They are still stalking. This is too cruel. Why, they still want to go to Azkaban to develop customers?

"It's no one else's but Percy's."

George said mysteriously:

"He always said that when he sent the letter, he was communicating with other prefects about homework..."

"But we think it's definitely not..."

"The way he looked when he sent the letter was so weird, as if he was a gnome eating potatoes..."

"So we wanted to see who he was writing to."

Kyle shook his head and said seriously: "I advise you to give up this idea. Raton will not agree to it. In other words, no owl will agree to such a request. Some may even go on strike directly."

"Don't be nervous. Of course we know the owl won't agree, so we're just talking and have no intention of actually doing it."

Kyle noticed the evil smiles on Fred and George's faces, and then realized that they had just done it on purpose.

George shrugged and said, "We still have to hurry up and deliver the products that our customers want."

"This is much more important than Percy's big head."

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