Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Because he couldn't visit Sirius, after Harry finished eating the cake, he suddenly seemed to have nothing to do.

"What happened?" Taking advantage of this moment, Kyle also asked his doubts.

From the time he was called to the principal's office to now, he had no idea what was going on and had no time to ask. He just followed Dumbledore in a daze.

"I seemed... to have a dream." Harry said. His expression looked a little hesitant, but he still whispered: "I was originally doing my Charms homework, but suddenly I fell asleep and did a A very strange dream.”

"In the dream, I seemed to have turned into Voldemort... Okay, I know this is hard to believe. It's normal for you to think I'm talking nonsense..."

"I believe it," Kyle said, glancing at the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Thank you..." Harry said happily, "Anyway, Voldemort gave an order to teach the 'Tail' who was following him a lesson... and then I... oh no, Voldemort killed him with the Death Curse. one person."

"Who is it?" Kyle asked, "Is he also a member of the Order of the Phoenix?"

"I don't know." Harry fiddled with the cup in his hand. "I don't know him, and I've never seen him."

Kyle frowned, "Then what."

"Then I was woken up by Ron. He said that I had been talking in my sleep and thought I was having a nightmare... but my scar kept hurting, as if it was burning.

"Hermione was worried and called Professor McGonagall. I told her what I saw in the dream. She thought I was not having a nightmare and took me to the principal's office."

Kyle suddenly said: "So, did you hear in your dream that they were going to attack Sirius?"

"No, I didn't hear the name." Harry shook his head, "It was Professor Dumbledore. He used a special magic... I don't know what the spell was. It should be used to convey messages. How about Mr. Weasley found Sirius within minutes."

At this point, Harry trembled all over and looked very frightened.

He was very fortunate that both Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore chose to believe his words.

Judging from the news heard in the principal's office, when Mr. Weasley and Moody found Sirius, he was being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse. No one knew what would have happened if it had been a little later.

At the thought of Sirius possibly dying, Harry felt as if his stomach was being grasped by a big hand, and his whole body could not stop shaking.

Looking at him, Kyle didn't ask any more questions, but stood up and left the tea room, preparing to go to the store to buy Harry a cup of hot cocoa.

He just noticed this in the store.

But just as he left, he saw two familiar people appearing in the direction of the stairs.

"Mr. Weasley...Tonks." Kyle waved his hand, and the two of them immediately walked towards him.

"Kyle, are Harry with you?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"He's inside." Kyle pointed to the private room in the tea room, "What's the matter?"

"That's good," said Mr. Weasley, "It's getting late now and I have to get you guys back to Hogwarts."

"What?"

Before Kyle could speak, Harry pushed open the door of the tea room and said, "If I don't go back, Sirius is still here.

"Didn't you just visit him?" Mr. Weasley said, "Don't forget, you have classes tomorrow, and it's enough for me to be here.

"And just now, the house elf named Kreacher came."

"But..." Harry wanted to say something else, but saw Mr. Weasley shaking his head seriously.

"This is what Sirius means too. I guess he doesn't want you to see yourself weak..."

"But I don't care," Harry shouted. "I don't care what he becomes."

"You must go back anyway," Mr. Weasley said firmly.

Seeing Harry's stubborn look, he lowered his voice and said, "Think about the Ministry of Magic. You came to St. Mungo's as soon as Sirius was injured. This is suspicious enough in itself. Fortunately, Professor Dumbledore found him." I gave you a reason to hide the past for you, but I feel like they didn’t completely believe it.

"If you don't want to be questioned, you'd better get back to Hogwarts now."

Harry still hesitated.

"Be patient and wait a few more days." Mr. Weasley said softly, "Just wait until the Christmas holidays. It will be fine by then. You can stay as long as you want."

Harry said nothing and nodded silently after a few minutes.

"Very good, I knew you would make the right choice." Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "Then don't waste time. If you go back early, you can sleep a little longer."

"How are we going to get back?" Harry asked, "Are we still going to Disapparate?"

"Yes, this is the fastest way." Mr. Weasley said, "But we have to go outside first. St. Mungo's, like Hogwarts, prohibits phantom movement."

"Wait a minute..." Harry said, "But we just Apparated here."

"I don't know. Maybe Dumbledore has other ways, but I definitely can't do it."

Mr. Weasley said, "Actually, Dumbledore wanted to send you back together, but he had to deal with the people from the Ministry of Magic and could not leave in a short time, so this task was given to us.

"...Tonks, you are at the front. If there is anyone from the Ministry of Magic, please give us a heads up."

Tonks seemed to be in a bad mood, which could be seen from her orange, straw-like hair.

But after hearing Mr. Weasley's words, she nodded and walked forward.

"Okay, follow up." Mr. Weasley waved his hand, and Kyle and Harry followed suit.

Everyone from the Ministry of Magic should be with Dumbledore at the moment. Without stopping, they went directly from the tea room on the sixth floor to the waiting room on the first floor. Then they came outside, where there was a store with a "Closed for Renovation" sign. In front of department store.

"There is no one right now." Mr. Weasley looked around, "Hurry up, Tonks."

After saying that, he grabbed Harry's arm and disappeared.

Looking at this scene, Kyle subconsciously thought of the time when he was apparated by the Phoenix, and his stomach began to churn again.

"How about I do it myself." Kyle looked at Tonks and said, "I can also disapparate."

"I know, but for the sake of safety, no." Tonks shook her head, "It is illegal for underage wizards to use Apparition. If someone from the Ministry of Magic sees it, you will be in trouble."

"But I'm already in sixth grade." Kyle still wanted to struggle, "It should be fine."

"That will have to wait until after Christmas, when you have completed the Apparition exam." Tonks grabbed Kyle's arm, "Be prepared."

There was another crisp sound.

When Kyle opened his eyes again, he was already at the door of Zuko's joke shop.

Since Apparition is prohibited at Hogwarts, Tonks had no choice but to send him here, as did Harry and Mr. Weasley.

It is now two o'clock in the morning, Hogsmeade is silent, all the shops are closed, and the pointed roofs are covered with a layer of silver-white moonlight, which looks quiet and beautiful, completely different from the daytime scene.

Several people were walking on the path to Hogholts.

Tonks was very interested in Harry dreaming about Voldemort. When she was at St. Mungo's, she had resisted asking because she was worried about someone eavesdropping. Now she finally found the opportunity.

"You don't have prophet blood in your family." She asked curiously, "Or has there ever been any famous prophet..."

"No," said Harry, "and I don't think it's a prophecy."

"That's true." Tonks muttered: "After all, what you see is not the future, but what is happening. This is still different from prophecy... How strange, do you also have any special talent?"

There are always one or two lucky people in the wizarding world who are born different from other wizards. For example, Tonks herself is a Metamorphmagus.

She can change her appearance at will, and the human body transformation magic that is extremely difficult for others is as easy as eating and drinking for her.

She thought Harry was like that too.

"I don't know," said Harry, not wanting to discuss the subject.

Because in the dream, he became Voldemort.

Now Harry feels uncomfortable when he thinks about that experience. If this is considered a talent, he would rather not have it.

Fortunately, at this time, they also arrived in front of the school gate.

Mr. Weasley stopped and did not go any further.

"You will be safe next," he said. "We can't leave St. Mungo's for too long. We need to go back as soon as possible. See you during the Christmas holidays."

"goodbye."

After Kyle and Harry walked through the school gate, Mr. Weasley and Tonks disapparated again.

The school was as quiet as Hogsmeade. The two walked across the grounds and climbed the stone steps to the oak door of the castle.

The door was closed, but that didn't matter. Kyle took out his wand and opened it easily.

"Come over here and have a look, Mrs. Norris..."

Filch's voice came from upstairs, which seemed extremely harsh in the quiet castle.

"Oops, it's Filch..." Harry raised his head nervously, "Will he find that we are not in the dormitory anymore?"

"Don't be nervous, Filch can't go to the dormitory to check who's not in bed." Kyle said, "This is probably just a normal night patrol... Did you bring your invisibility cloak?"

"No." Harry shook his head.

He was taken directly from the bed to the principal's office. He even grabbed a random robe before going out. How could he be wearing an invisibility cloak?

"What about the Disguise Charm? Do you know it?" Kyle said, "The effect is the same."

"What curse?" Harry blinked.

"Forget it, it's nothing." Kyle said, "Just follow me and I'll take you back to the Gryffindor common room."

"Are you sending me back?" Harry suddenly thought of something, "Oh, I almost forgot, you also have an invisibility cloak..."

"No, you don't need that thing." Kyle said with a smile, "You just need to follow me, remember to keep a distance, but not too far, just like you did at St. Mungo's before."

"No, no need." Harry shook his head quickly.

The Hufflepuff common room was very close to the entrance hall, so Kyle could have gone back first, there was no need to risk going upstairs with him.

In this way, even if he was discovered, Filch could only catch him.

But before Harry could say anything else, Kyle walked up the stairs first.

Harry's heart immediately rose to his throat. Based on his previous experience of night outings, he was sure that if Kyle walked upstairs so blatantly, Filch would definitely find him, and neither of them would be able to run away. No.

Harry wanted to catch up and warn Kyle, but he had just walked halfway up the stairs when Kyle had already reached the second floor.

At the same time, what he worried about most happened.

"Ha, I got you!"

A dim oil lamp moved quickly from the other side of the corridor and soon came to the stairs.

Harry only had to look up to see Filch's gloating face behind the oil lamp.

"It's me, Filch."

Just when Harry was hesitating about what to do, he suddenly heard Kyle's calm voice. It felt like he was greeting Filch, and there was no trace of the panic at being caught wandering at night.

Of course Kyle didn't panic, he had privileges.

"It's you?"

After seeing Kyle's appearance clearly, Filch's face instantly turned disappointed, "Why are you here?"

"Of course, just like you, we are here to look for anyone suspicious." Kyle said calmly, "This is a task assigned to us by Professor Umbridge. The sooner we complete it, the better."

Filch suddenly stopped talking, because based on this matter alone, he had to obey Kyle's command.

This made Filch very uncomfortable, so recently, he has been avoiding direct contact with Kyle.

Now that Kyle mentioned this again, Filch immediately wanted to leave.

Also wanting to leave was Mrs. Norris.

From the moment he saw Kyle, his hair immediately exploded, his body tensed up, and his ears bent back, giving him a look as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Soon, Filch also noticed this.

"Mrs. Norris, what's wrong with you?"

He was answered with a high-pitched howl and the sound of claws scraping against the floor.

Kyle probably guessed why Mrs. Norris was like this. It should be related to the basilisk.

Just an hour ago, when he released the basilisk from the box, his body was inevitably stained by the smell of the basilisk.

This smell is difficult for wizards to detect, but it is very sensitive to animals. I think Mrs. Norris must have smelled it.

Of course, even if he knew what was going on, Kyle wouldn't be able to tell Filch.

"I think Mrs. Norris must have discovered something. You can take him to the direction of the tower and have a look. Just leave it to me."

"I don't need you to teach me how to do it." Filch's face turned even darker. He stared at Kyle for another minute before turning around with a cold face.

"Let's go, Mrs. Norris."

The dim yellow oil lamp gradually faded away. Kyle waved his hand behind him and continued walking up.

At the corner of the stairs, Harry was stunned by this operation and stood there in a daze.

He never expected that a crisis would be resolved so easily by Kyle?

For a moment, he thought it was daytime, but the bright moonlight in the corridor reminded him that it was indeed curfew time.

It wasn't until the footsteps got farther and farther that he suddenly came to his senses and chased after them.

They walked all the way to the eighth floor, in front of the Fat Lady's portrait, and Filch never appeared again.

"How on earth did you do it?" Harry couldn't help but ask, "Filch didn't punish you."

"Because I have privileges, in order to arrest your DA, I can enter and exit the castle at any time, including curfew." Kyle turned around and asked, "Do you know the password?"

"Ah, I know," said Harry, "fennel cereal."

"The Fat Lady's taste is really...well, unique." Kyle couldn't help but muttered.

"Thanks for the compliment, but I prefer marmalade cereal." The fat lady's voice came from the portrait.

Harry wanted to say something else, but at this time, because he had received the password, the Fat Lady's portrait had opened, revealing the passage behind it.

"Harry, are you back?" Hermione and Ron's voices came from the passage.

"It's me," Harry said.

"Okay, go back quickly." Kyle glanced at him, "If you have a dream like today again, remember to tell Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall as soon as possible.

"Also, if Umbridge asks you tomorrow, just say that the headmaster told you that Sirius was sent to St. Mungo's, and don't say anything else, especially your dream."

"I know," Harry said.

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