Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

"Neighbor?"

Fred looked at the witch not far away and thought carefully, but he never imagined that they had such a neighbor.

It wasn't until he was reminded by George that he realized that Godric's Hollow here was not in the village of Saint Catchpol. Of course, he had never seen the neighbors here.

"Do I need to invite her in?" Fred hesitated for a moment.

Because of the protection of the Red Loyalty Charm, the witch should only be able to see part of the wedding, which is outside the magic range. If she wants to participate, someone must tell her the exact address here.

But he was not familiar with this person, so he was a little undecided.

"Oh, it's such an honor to meet you, Ms. Bathilda Bagshot!"

At this moment, Mr. Weasley, who was in charge of the security mission, also noticed the situation here and hurried over with Sirius.

At the same time, his actions also attracted more people's attention, and everyone turned their heads to look over.

"Bathilda Bagshot?" Ron grabbed his hair, "It's so familiar. Why do I always feel like I've heard this name before somewhere?"

"If you can stop sleeping in class." Hermione glanced at him, "You will definitely find out that she is actually the author of "History of Magic."

"Oh, I remembered it." Harry next to him slapped his thigh, "No wonder, I saw her name on the book list.

"But Hermione, you can't blame us. No one can stay awake in History of Magic, not even you, I bet."

"But at least I've read the book." Hermione's face turned slightly red and she glared at Harry and Ron who were united front. "Unlike you, it's been six years and you don't even know who wrote the book."

This time, Harry and Ron were silent.

Hermione didn't bother to talk to them, and once again looked in the direction where Mr. Weasley was walking, she couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "But, she looks too much like a witch."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" said Ron. "She is a witch."

"No, I mean, she looks like the witch from Muggle Tales.

"Hunchback, messy hair, and face that cannot be seen clearly, this is how witches are described in some stories I have read."

"Huh?" Ron didn't understand. "But not all witches look like this. For example, you don't."

"Thank you so much for your recognition of me." Hermione said angrily: "Of course I know this, but Muggles don't know that the witch they imagine is like Bathilda."

"Is that so?" Ron looked at Harry subconsciously.

"I don't know," Harry said, shaking his head.

Although he had lived in the house of his Muggle uncle and aunt for eleven years, he had never read the so-called collection of stories. It was something that only Dudley had access to, and would not be given to him even if it was thrown away.

And with their family's aversion to magic, Harry didn't think Uncle Vernon would allow a storybook with pictures of wizards or witches into their house.

"But Hermione must be right." Harry said thoughtfully: "I heard Dudley say before that wizards are ugly, and asked me if I would become like that in the future. I guess the reason why he said that , the image of wizards I came across was too bad.”

"What about the wizard?" Ron asked curiously.

"The wizard..." Hermione thought carefully, "Probably someone like Professor Dumbledore. He looks like a standard wizard no matter where he is."

"Fortunately, that's just their imagination." Ron glanced at Bathilda Bagshot again and couldn't help but patted his chest, "It would be terrible if it were true."

"Yeah, you're right." Harry said with deep approval from the side.

Imagine if Hogwarts was full of Dumbledore and Bathilda Bagshot. It would be quite scary.

"But why is she here?"

"I don't know, maybe I was attracted by the noise. After all, at this time, there are very few lively things happening, right?"

While they were talking, Mr. Weasley and Sirius had also invited Bathilda Bagshot in.

However, the witch, who was older than Dumbledore, had no intention of talking to the others. She just stayed there quietly and looked at them without saying a word, just like before.

To be honest, it was a bit uncomfortable to be stared at by someone like this.

"Have you confirmed her identity?" Kyle asked as he walked up to Mr. Weasley.

"It should be no problem." Mr. Weasley said, "The looking glass Alastor gave me did not send out any alarm, which means that she was not pretended to be someone else who drank polyjuice potion... As for whether there is the Imperius Curse, that is for now. Not sure, but we'll keep an eye on it."

"Bathilda Bagshot can be considered an old friend." Sirius said, "When James and Lily moved here, they often accepted her help, and she helped us escape from the Death Eaters several times.

"Now she wants to attend Lupin's wedding, and we can't refuse her no matter what."

"I know." Kyle nodded and said, "I just think there's something wrong with her condition."

"It must be related to age." Sirius said, "When we met Bathilda, she was already over a hundred years old, and now it is more than twenty years old. It is normal for her to be a little old and confused."

"So she was like this before, didn't like to talk?" Kyle asked curiously.

"No." Sirius shook his head. "I remember that Bathilda was quite talkative at that time. As a historian, she couldn't write a complete "History of Magic" just by searching for information on her own. Many times she needed to ask some secrets from other elderly wizards. .

"As far as I know, Bathilda has a lot of friends. Sometimes she is away from home for weeks."

"Really……"

The conversation between the two ended temporarily with the arrival of Lupine, who came to Sirius to dance.

Although Kyle didn't quite understand why Lupine ignored Tonks and chose a man to dance with, Sirius looked happy.

They came to the dance floor opened in the middle of the garden and danced to the music in a way that Kyle had never seen before, but it was very cheerful.

"Oh, the so-called Marauder Celebration Dance..." Professor Sprout came over with a glass of butterbeer, "It's been twenty years since I've seen it. It's so nostalgic."

"Nineteen years." Professor McGonagall said calmly, "But I don't think there is anything to miss. Since they graduated, my job has become much easier, at least for Mr. Weasley." This was the case before admission.

"Fortunately, they finally graduated too."

Hearing her words, Professor Sprout couldn't help laughing.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that all the troublesome students have been sorted into Gryffindor recently. The four former Marauders and the recent Weasley brothers are all notorious troublemakers. Professor McGonagall's job It's really not easy.

In comparison, Hufflepuff has much less to worry about. She can spend enough time in the greenhouse every day to take care of those lovely plants. She doesn't have to worry like Professor McGonagall every day, for fear that the students of her own college will do it again. What a shocking feat.

While thinking about it, she happily said hello to Kyle, "How do you feel after graduation?"

"It's not bad." Kyle said truthfully: "It's just that I suddenly felt a little idle."

"Graduates are like this at the beginning, unless you can find a job as soon as possible to keep yourself busy." Professor Sprout said with a smile, "However, you should have already entered the Ministry of Magic, I Remember you were already a senior assistant minister a year ago."

"Secretary Bones did remind me many times," Kyle said.

"Bones... Oh, by the way, she has grown up now." Thinking of the Death Eaters' attack on the Ministry of Magic some time ago, the smile on Professor Sprout's face suddenly faded.

"Why don't you go?" She changed the subject: "Don't you like working in the ministry?"

"Kind of," Kyle said.

"Or you can go around and look for those rare magic plants." Professor Sprout said: "This job is definitely not boring, and the income is also very considerable. After all, some plants are not cheap. .

"I can help you introduce some wizards, they are all experts in botany.

"Thanks, Professor." Kyle said with a smile.

"I'm just mentioning a connection." Professor Sprout waved his hand, "But I think that because of Mr. Scamander's relationship, you may like magical beasts more.

"Or you can distract yourself during your journey to find magical animals and look for local plants. Even if you don't have time to take care of them, you can send them to Hogwarts at any price."

"Then I'm going to offer a good price." Kyle said jokingly.

"That's as it should be," said Professor Sprout, as if he didn't mind at all.

Seeing Dean Hufflepuff chatting happily with outstanding graduates next to him, Professor McGonagall couldn't get a word in, so he could only keep drinking the soda in his hand.

Although Kyle did not ignore her, it was difficult for her to feel the same mood as Professor Sprout while chatting.

It was as if Professor Sprout's feelings were not as deep as hers when she watched Lupine and Tonks recite their oaths.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Cedric arrived.

Professor McGonagall looked at the three people chatting happily and wondered what was going on. The soda water that was originally sweet and delicious became more sour as he drank.

Fortunately, the arrival of Bill and Charlie gave her some comfort.

But this comfort did not last long. When he saw Fred and George running towards each other, playing with each other, Professor McGonagall subconsciously thought of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, and at the same time, her head began to hurt.

She originally thought that after Zuko closed, Hogwarts would become much quieter, but she never expected that a Weasley's Wizard Wheezes would come out halfway, and not only took over Zuko's job seamlessly, but was even better than Zuko. Still popular.

In the semester just after Christmas last year, Filch confiscated more than a hundred knick-knacks. Adding in what she had confiscated, the number was almost two hundred.

The amount was almost as much as the entire previous school year, and even this was confiscated during the school's strict inspection of dark magic items. Without this inspection, there would definitely be more.

It can only be said that two people can surpass the "predator quartet", even if they graduate, they are still causing trouble for the school.

As if they noticed something was wrong with the atmosphere here, Fred and George, who were about to come over, paused, then turned around naturally and walked into the house.

But Professor McGonagall didn't care. She knew Fred and George's personalities too well. Even if she said something, they wouldn't change it, let alone stop selling magic props to students.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the time, "Pomona, I think we should... Oh, Albus, why are you here?"

Albus?

Kyle couldn't help turning his head, and just saw Dumbledore not far behind him. No one knew how he came.

And Dumbledore's appearance also made the atmosphere more lively, and people gathered.

Lyall Lupin ran from a long distance, looked at Dumbledore with gratitude, and thanked him frequently.

"Don't be like this, Lyall." Dumbledore held his arm, "This is what Remus deserves. He won his own happiness with his kindness and noble character. It has nothing to do with me."

"No, Albus, it was you who let him enter Hogwarts, so he had this opportunity." Lyall Lupin choked and said, "In comparison, I am a failure as a father."

"Don't say that." Dumbledore comforted him.

"Albus, why are you here?" Professor McGonagall walked over and asked, "Didn't you say that there was something important recently?"

"That was originally the case." Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, "But there was a small incident in the middle. I went to the wrong place. The person I should actually be looking for is actually here."

"At the wedding?" Professor McGonagall asked in confusion.

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded.

But before he could say anything else, he was surrounded by the crowd, including today's protagonists, Lupin and Tonks. He could only send his blessings first.

"Bless you." He said with a smile, "It happened suddenly, please forgive me for not preparing a suitable gift in advance."

"You have already given it, haven't you?" Tonks said with a smile, "If it weren't for that drop of Phoenix tears, Remus would not have been discharged so soon. If that were the case, we don't know when our wedding would be delayed."

"The provider of the tears is Fawkes, not me." Dumbledore said, "Oh, I have already thought of what gifts to give you, but now is a bit inappropriate. If you can wait..."

"Of course no problem." Lupin said with a smile. His idea was actually the same as Tonks. He didn't really care what Dumbledore was going to give him.

...

On the other side, looking at Dumbledore surrounded by the crowd, Kyle was also very curious about why he came here suddenly.

When they separated yesterday, his tone clearly meant that he was going to leave for a long time. How long has it been, why did he suddenly come back?

"That's great, isn't it?" Cedric said, "I really hope Dumbledore can attend when Qiu and I get married."

"What did you say?" Kyle turned his head sharply, "You are getting married? When?"

"Of course not now." Cedric shook his head, "Qiu's parents want to take her away from England and wait until the situation stabilizes before returning. We were just talking about this, so we are a little late."

"Why, you don't want her to leave?" Kyle asked.

"Of course not." Cedric said, "I really hope she can go to another country for a while, just as a trip."

"How about France." Kyle thought for a while, "Connor opened a potion store there, because it was just opened, there are a lot of things to do, and they can just be together."

"That's what I said." Cedric sighed, "But Qiu didn't want to leave, and she had a quarrel with her parents."

"What do you mean?"

"I persuaded her to leave." Cedric said, "But Qiu was very angry and kicked me."

As he said this, he lifted his robe, revealing an obvious footprint inside.

"You deserve it." Kyle raised his eyebrows. "You should stand with her at this time, and we can find another way to deal with the future."

"Why didn't you say it earlier!"

"You didn't ask me."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now." Cedric rubbed his forehead. "I wanted to ask you from a while ago, why did Bathilda Bagshot keep staring at you? Did you know each other before?"

"I don't know." Kyle shook his head.

He actually noticed what Cedric said. He didn't know when Bathilda stopped looking at other people and kept staring at him.

It was not until Dumbledore appeared that the uncomfortable gaze was briefly shifted for a while, but it did not disappear.