Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Harry had never experienced such an uncomfortable lunch. Throughout the afternoon, Slughorn spent half of the afternoon chatting about topics that he thought were interesting, and the other half of the time recalling the past.

He told a lot of anecdotes about some famous wizards, and said that when they were at Hogwarts, they all joined an organization called the Slug Club.

This famous club was founded by him, and its name comes from the first half of his surname.

It was originally just a joke, but Slughorn thought it was funny and kept it.

It wasn't until the sky gradually darkened that this so-called lunch party ended.

"I didn't even notice they lit the lamp," Slughorn said in surprise, as if he just realized that so much time had passed.

"Well, although it's very sad, you must go back and change into your school uniform and robes now...Kyle, Harry, you are welcome to come to me at any time, and of course, everyone else is the same."

Several Slytherin students stood up and packed their things slowly. They didn't follow Kyle out of the box until Kyle, who was sitting at the door, left the box.

"It's finally over." Neville said with relief outside the box.

"Yes." An echoing voice came from the side.

It was Belby. He glanced back at the box, winked at Kyle and Harry, and whispered, "Let me tell you secretly, my relationship with my uncle is actually pretty good."

"Then why did you say that just now?" Harry asked confused.

"My uncle taught me this." Belby lowered his voice and said, "He didn't like Professor Slughorn's style very much. After learning that he was going to return to Hogholts to teach, my uncle thought of it. There will be the scene just now.

"So he specifically told me that I could easily get out of those boring parties by pretending that I didn't know him well. The truth is exactly what he said, isn't it?"

"You're so lucky." Harry smacked his lips.

"Haha." Belby laughed proudly, "But this method doesn't work for you. I dare say he will definitely look for you again."

"Stop it." Harry sighed.

He had already thought of this, but there was nothing he could do.

"I wish you good luck." Belby waved his hand, turned around and walked into a box next to him.

"Kyle." At this time, Harry Brick asked, "I just saw that you seemed to be listening very seriously. How did you do that?"

"This." Kyle rubbed his forehead, "It's very simple. Do you remember the daydream spell? I was actually sleeping just now."

"Daydream Curse... isn't that a product from Weasley's Joke Shop?" Harry recalled.

"That's not right. I remember that when I used the Daydream Spell, my expression would be dull and my mouth would drool."

Because this was a patented product from Weasley's Joke Shop and was placed in the most conspicuous position, Harry remembered it very clearly.

But Kyle didn't look like he was asleep at all just now.

"You don't know something about this." Kyle explained with a smile: "The original intention of inventing the Daydream Curse is actually the same as the quick-acting skipping candy. If it is so obvious, then what is its use? "

"But, I clearly remember..."

"That was added on purpose, to confuse professors who might go to the store." Kyle said with a smile.

A look of annoyance immediately appeared on Harry's face. Why didn't Fred and George tell him such an important thing?

"Okay, we'd better go back quickly!" Kyle glanced at the sky outside, "The train should be arriving soon."

Several people quickened their pace and returned to the car at the end, and Harry followed them.

As prefects, Hermione and Ron had to maintain order. He was alone now, no matter where he went.

On the other side, in the Slytherin sixth-grade carriage.

"How is it, Shabini." Draco Malfoy asked: "What does Slughorn want to do?"

"Just trying to curry favor with someone who is related to a prominent figure." Shabini said contemptuously.

"Who is there?" Pansy asked from the side.

"McLagen of Gryffindor," said Shabini.

"His uncle is a high official in the Ministry of Magic..." Malfoy said nonchalantly.

"Belby of Ravenclaw."

"That's a idiot." Pansy chuckled.

Shabini named a few more names, but without exception, these people were ridiculed. Especially when Neville was mentioned, Pansy unscrupulously mocked Slughorn's taste. , I feel that he is an old fool to invite such a recognized fool.

"Oh, and that Potter, and Kyle of Hufflepuff." Shabini shrugged, "Didn't you see how enthusiastic Slughorn was at the time? If you didn't know, you thought he was with Kyle." How good your relationship is."

Malfoy didn't speak this time, and even mean Pansy kept her mouth shut.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle. Pansy peeled off a piece of chocolate and wanted to feed it to Malfoy, but he avoided it.

"Don't be angry, Draco," Pansy said. "That Slughorn must not have known you were on the train, so he didn't invite you."

"I'm afraid that's not the case." Chabini said from the side: "I noticed that Slughorn did not invite anyone with a Death Eater at home...Mr. Malfoy was already disgraced two months ago. Luo is wanted."

"Why should I care about what he thinks." Malfoy laughed strangely, "I may not be at Hogwarts next year. Does it matter to me whether some outdated old fool likes me or not?

"You never know what I am going to do, that is more important and more exciting."

The entire box fell into silence again.

Shabini asked tentatively: "Could it be that you are referring to...him?"

Malfoy shrugged noncommittally.

But this answer was met with ridicule from Shabini.

"Who do you think you are..." He said sharply: "You are only sixteen years old, why should you do things for him? Do you have the qualifications?"

"In fact, I do!" Malfoy said softly: "The Dark Lord never cares about age, he only cares about whether he has the ability and how to show loyalty to him.

"Also, some things have nothing to do with age. When I complete them, I will become the person he trusts the most...because only I can do it."

Crabbe and Goyle stared blankly at Malfoy, their mouths growing louder, and the sarcasm in Shabini's eyes gradually disappeared.

He didn't think Malfoy had the guts to lie about such a thing.

Is this true? He was able to gain the Dark Lord's trust at the age of sixteen?

Perhaps because of jealousy, Shabini's expression gradually became distorted.

But Malfoy didn't notice this. Perhaps it was the first time he was looked down upon, or for some other reason. His eyes gradually became firmer, and he seemed to have made some determination.

…

The train slowed down and finally stopped at Hogsmeade station.

When the car door opened, Kyle was the first to get out.

"Kyle." Harry followed and asked, "I remember you are also a prefect, don't you need to maintain order?"

"Oh, I forgot." Kyle said without looking back: "But I'm already down, that's it, they will be fine."

After saying that, he walked quickly to where the carriage was parked.

Harry hesitated and did not follow. He had agreed with Ron and Hermione before that he would wait for them here.

On the other side, Kyle didn't care whether Harry followed or not, and went straight to the long row of carriages.

Normally the carriage would have to be full of four people before it started, but Kyle managed to do this with just a piece of warthog leg meat.

A carriage left the large army and entered the castle along the path.

Thestrals were very fast and arrived at the familiar oak door in a few minutes.

Kyle jumped off the carriage and climbed the stone steps into the castle.

"Why are you alone?" Professor McGonagall, who was waiting here, glanced behind Kyle... The next carriage was still at the school gate.

"I had something to do, so I came early." Kyle said. "Sorry Professor McGonagall, I have to go to the common room first."

"Okay, go quickly." Professor McGonagall said, "Remember to come to the opening party later."

Kyle nodded.

He planned to go to the common room to see if Connor was back. If not, he would go to Snape and ask.

Kyle felt that Snape would most likely not tell him... maybe Dumbledore knew too.

Walking through the foyer, Kyle came to the hallway that led to the kitchen.

But just as he took out his wand and was about to knock on the barrel, the door to the common room opened on its own.

Kangna, wearing school uniform, got out of it.

"Kyle!" She said with some surprise: "I'm just going to the auditorium. Are you back already?"

"Ah, yes." Kyle put down his wand and couldn't help but ask, "By the way, why didn't you take the train?"

Kangna's face froze and she walked silently towards the auditorium.

"Actually," she said after a moment of silence. "I almost didn't get to go back to Hogwarts this year."

"Can't come back?" Kyle frowned, "Is this what Professor Snape means?"

"Yes." Kangna nodded and said, "He took me to Norway just after the vacation to take the assessment of the Association of Extraordinary Pharmacists.

Everything was going smoothly until yesterday, after we left Norway, he took me directly to France and said that he had made an agreement with Beauxbatons that I would go to school there this year. "

There was a commotion all around and they had reached the auditorium.

"I have never understood why I need to learn French before." Kangna continued: "I originally thought that the person in charge of the assessment of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association was a French wizard, but I didn't expect it to be because of this."

Kyle stood at the door and did not go in.

He suddenly thought that maybe it would be good for Connor to go to school in Beauxbatons this year, at least it would be safe enough.

But why did she come back?

Could it be Snape...probably not.

Since Snape had decided to leave Connor in France, he would never bring her back, otherwise why would he bother?

But if it weren't for Snape...

"You shouldn't be looking for Ms. Maxim, right?" He turned around and asked.

"That's what I originally thought." Connor showed a sly smile: "Although I don't know why Professor Snape did this, I definitely will not stay in Beauxbatons.

"It just so happened that I knew you were familiar with the principal of Beauxbatons, so I thought maybe I could ask her to help send me back."

"Ms. Maxim agreed?" Kyle asked in surprise.

"I didn't see her." Connor said. "I found Gabrielle, Fleur's sister. She told me that Ms. Maxim had not been in school for a long time, and another person had sent me back."

"Another person? Who?"

"I don't know him." Connor shook her head and said, "I met him next to the Magic Fountain in Beauxbatons...

"Did you know? There is a particularly beautiful magic fountain there. It is said to be carved out of a whole piece of crystal. It is not water, but a magic potion... sometimes it is a healing potion, sometimes it is a sobriety potion."

As she spoke, Kangna unconsciously changed the topic. She seemed to want to find out where so many potions came from and where they went after that.

But Kyle didn't care about this. Beauxbatons valued alchemy, and it was normal to have some weird magic items.

"Hmm, what next?" he asked.

"Then I met an old wizard. He seemed to know you and said there was a way to send me back to Hogwarts."

They heard a heavy knock on the door, and it seemed that a new student had arrived. At the urging of Professor McGonagall, Kyle and Connor quickly walked into the auditorium.

The door behind him slowly closed, and Kyle was also thinking about who the old wizard Connor was talking about.

In Beauxbatons, it was someone he knew, which was not much.

Apart from Ms. Maxim, there were only Fleur, Gabrielle, and Professor Locknir whom I met in Romania.

But none of them meet the conditions.

After the two of them came to sit down at the Hufflepuff table, Professor McGonagall also came in with the new students.

While they were being sorted, Kyle asked again: "Did you ask his name?"

"He didn't say." Kangna shook her head.

"Then how did you come back?"

"Apparate." Kang Na said, "But the old wizard was really old. When I grabbed his arm, his arm broke without much force. I was shocked at the time."

Well, now Kyle knows who it is.

There are many older wizards in the magic world, but the only one who is so old that it breaks at the touch of a touch is Nicoléme, who has lived for more than six hundred years.

That makes sense.

Although Nico lives in Devon all year round, he occasionally goes to France for vacation to listen to operas and the like. Like a randomly refreshed NPC, many people have encountered him.

And Beauxbatons is Nico's alma mater, so it makes sense for him to go back and check it out... I just don't know how Nico met Connor.

Soon, the sorting was over, and the freshmen all came to their respective colleges. The originally empty golden dinner plates were immediately filled with various kinds of food.

Kyle, who hadn't eaten much all day, didn't think about Nico anymore and picked a piece of grilled steak for himself.

"By the way, how was your assessment of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association?"

"It went very smoothly." Kangna couldn't help but smile: "Although the process was a bit bumpy, some people thought that I was too young and should take the assessment again after two years, but Mr. Damocles didn't think so. He insisted on taking me He joined the list and personally supervised the process of brewing the potion."

"This is the first time I know that making a potion depends on your age. Could this increase the success rate of the potion?"

Kyle snorted disdainfully, "If he is not strong enough, no matter how old he is, Crucible will not give him face... By the way, do you still remember who are the people who want to disqualify you from the assessment?"

"What do you want to do?" Kangna glanced at him.

"Of course it's a little surprise for them." Kyle took some French fries for himself, "This seems to be aimed at you, but it's actually aimed at me... After all, all wizards in the UK know that the Ministry of Magic has I’m the youngest.”

"Don't come here, don't think I don't know what you're thinking." Kang Na gently kicked Kyle's calf from below. "Although they are a bit old-fashioned, they didn't object after I passed the exam. You must not do anything unnecessary!"

"How is it possible? Who do you think I am?" Seeing Kang Na's unconcerned look, Kyle also changed the subject in time and said: "But why do you want to go to Norway to take the assessment?"

"Because Mr. Damocles is in Norway. It is said that he discovered a special herb there that can improve the wolfsbane potion." Kangna said.

Damocles was Belby's uncle whom he met on the train. He was also the inventor of Wolfsbane potion and a famous potion master. It was reasonable for him to be responsible for the assessment of the Association of Extraordinary Pharmacists.

"So you passed?"

"Not sure yet." Kangna took a bite of the fried pork chop. "The results won't come out until after Christmas, but I think it's fine."

"Then it must have passed." Kyle said with a smile.