Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 811: Dinner together

Perhaps because his identity had been exposed, Kyle lost interest in wandering around after Luna left.

He walked forward for a while, and when he was only a few steps away from the hall, he turned around and walked up the stairs again.

Although Professor McGonagall meant for him to go around the hall, but thinking about it carefully, Dumbledore didn't seem to have been to the hall outside of the banquet in recent years, so he maintained his character.

And a few students saw him on the way here, which was enough. It would be bad if he was too deliberate.

After returning to the eighth floor, Kyle took off his robes and changed into his own clothes. By the way, he took out the things that he had just stuffed into the drawer and put them back to their original positions... in the small storage room in the corner.

In the portrait, the headmasters were still happily carrying out their latest entertainment activities, having a fair one-on-one duel with Phineas.

It was indeed fair.

They generously stated that Phineas would be allowed to use the wand, and they would only use the "iron cone eggplant" specially made by Kyle.

For a wizard, the wand is the most powerful weapon. In this sense, Phineas is still lucky.

But there is only one problem, that is, the portrait is not a wizard, and can't use magic.

So the wand in Phineas's hand is no different from a wooden stick.

Using a wooden stick to fight against an iron lump that is more than one meter long and covered with sharp spikes... The outcome of this duel was doomed when it began.

Phineas was chased all over the field, and the soles of his shoes were almost worn out.

After watching for a while, Kyle's depression after being exposed by Luna finally got better.

"Damn it, it's all your fault!"

Phineas ran to the painting closest to Kyle in a panic, pulled out an iron spike from his butt, and yelled at him: "I don't care, you have to draw a weapon for me too!"

"No paint." Kyle spread his hands, "There are only so many in the storage room, and I just used them up."

As he said, he also glanced at the discarded iron spike... Is the thing he painted so fragile?

No, this part should be drawn later, because the paint at the joint is a little lighter, so it fell off.

I have to improve it next time.

"You lied!" Phineas roared, "I saw it all, there are still a lot of them on the plate, and it's more than enough to draw two more!"

"Ah, then I remembered it wrong." Kyle continued, "But I have other things to do now, I really don't want to draw, or let's talk about it tomorrow."

"No!"

"Stop, don't try to run!"

Before Phineas finished speaking, the witch who was dueling with him chased him, and the weapon in her hand went straight to his butt, and it seemed that she had no intention of holding back.

"Enough, damn it..."

Phineas shouted, and could only continue to flee in embarrassment, and at the same time looked at Kyle again.

"I don't care, you live in my ancestral house and regard it as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, you must pay me rent!"

"The Black family is still short of this little money?" Kyle pouted.

"Who are you looking down on!" Phineas was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. "Of course the Black family is rich, but you must also pay me rent."

"Okay, you tell me the number, and I'll ask the principal to give it to you when he comes back." Kyle said, "He has money, and he will definitely not be short of these little things."

"I don't want Galleons, I want weapons." Phineas said as he ran, "I want a weapon bigger than the one you gave Dippet!"

"Good boy, you dare to hold a grudge!"

Armando Dippet, who was originally watching the show, couldn't sit still all of a sudden, and stood up to join the one-on-one battle.

To be honest, his behavior was a bit unethical, but who asked Phineas to die, and the others just pretended not to see it.

"Well... okay."

Kyle looked at the time. There was still a while before the effect of the Polyjuice Potion ended, so he just killed the time.

He turned out the color palette again.

"What style do you want? Axe, two-handed sword, or spear."

"With your drawing skills, you still let me choose?" Phineas' voice came from afar, "Draw the same one as before, and make do with it."

Kyle's mouth twitched.

Dare to mock him?

He knew that his drawings were not very good, but so what, Principal Dippet was so happy when he took it, why didn't he dislike it?

Kyle remained calm, continued to smile, and tapped the portrait of the knight with his wand.

As the saying goes, the first time is raw, the second time is familiar. As a native knight, he has become indifferent to Kyle's behavior, and even has the leisure to make suggestions on the side.

"I think you should draw it longer."

"What do you mean?"

"The principals have never used this kind of weapon. The longer one has a larger attack range. They should like it."

"Makes sense..."

Kyle thought about it and directly lengthened the position of the handle, making the whole work look more...incongruous.

Twenty minutes later

"Principal Phineas, I'm done." Kyle deliberately reminded in a loud voice.

"Haha, Dippet, you're done..." Phineas screamed and shouted excitedly, running towards this side desperately.

But someone was faster than him.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Another curly-haired principal had been waiting here for a long time. As soon as Kyle finished speaking, he took the weapon away... let's call it a weapon.

"Spear, put it down..." Phineas' voice came from a distance, "That's mine!"

"Yes, Mr. Principal." Kyle said pretentiously, "That's the rent I paid to Principal Phineas, please return it to him."

"First come, first served, it's mine now." The principal called Spear said, "By the way, thank you for reminding me, kid, I was so engrossed in watching it just now that I almost forgot about the main thing."

He blinked at Kyle.

"I didn't think of reminding you, it has nothing to do with me." Kyle shook his head repeatedly. He firmly denied this statement, "The only person I want to remind from the beginning to the end is this one, that is Principal Phineas."

"I understand."

"Okay, you two..." Phineas, who finally ran over after two hard hits, looked at Kyle angrily.

"I didn't get this one, you have to draw me another one."

"I can't do it." Kyle shook his head and picked up the empty palette, "There's really no paint this time."

He should have used the paint left by Principal Dippet. There wasn't much to begin with, and it was already a stretch to be able to draw two, not to mention that the second one was an extended version.

"And Principal Black, even if I draw more, you can't grab them, why bother."

"You..." Phineas mumbled something that Kyle couldn't understand.

But at this time, Kyle found that the wrinkles on his hands had disappeared without a trace, and his robe became much more fitted.

He changed back to his own appearance.

"Finally it's all done." Kyle glanced at the principals who were playing games again and waved to Fox.

The phoenix immediately flew over and grabbed Kyle's fingers. With a flash of fire, they disappeared into the principal's office.

Unintentionally, all the portraits fell silent.

"What do you think of him?" asked a witch.

Delis Devonte, also the headmaster of Hogwarts, is also a famous healer of St. Mungo's, and left a portrait there.

"What do you mean, Albus never said he wanted to train him to be the headmaster." Another wizard said.

"But he never let anyone pretend to be himself."

"These are two different things."

"I believe in my intuition."

"You are just a painting, do you have intuition?"

"Okay, why are you arguing about these." Armando Dippet interrupted the quarrel between the two, "These are issues that Albus should consider. We are just mascots. Do you think you can still think and give advice to others?"

As he said, he handed the stick in his hand to Delis, "If you feel unhappy, join us. It's very interesting. All we can do now is to have fun by ourselves."

...

At the same time, at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Phoenix took Kyle directly to the restaurant.

Their sudden appearance scared Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, Merlin, you should have told me in advance." She came to her senses and patted Kyle, "How do you feel about returning to school again?"

"Average." Kyle shook his head, "I feel like I've been fooled."

"Don't talk nonsense, Dumbledore wouldn't do that."

"That's not necessarily true." Kyle said.

It was because the other party was Dumbledore that he felt this way.

"Let's not talk about this." Kyle glanced around, "Why is it all empty here? Where are the tableware?"

"Put it away." Mrs. Weasley said, "It just so happens that we are moving today, and we will need those things after we go back."

"Moving? Where to?"

"Of course it's St. Catchpole Village." Mrs. Weasley said.

"But isn't this the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix?" Kyle asked.

"It's not a conflict." Mrs. Weasley explained, "If there is an important meeting, we will still come, but there is no need to live here all the time. In any case, it is more comfortable to be at home."

"Then we..."

"It's mainly to protect Harry and the children." Mrs. Weasley continued, "Including last year, when you go to school, we will go home and come back when there is something important or when Hogwarts is on vacation."

Mrs. Weasley stuffed a large package into the box,

"In fact, after you go to school, the members of the Order of the Phoenix rarely get together frequently. I don't want to stay alone in such a big house every day with that crazy witch."

The crazy witch she was talking about was Mrs. Black, who looked like she would curse at the slightest noise.

"Okay, that's it." Kyle nodded to show his understanding.

"Since you are back, it's a good opportunity to help." Mrs. Weasley handed a huge suitcase to Kyle.

"I can't handle so many things by myself. I thought I would have to make two trips."

"This is easy." Kyle opened his own box, stuffed the suitcase in, and stuffed the things in Mrs. Weasley's hand in.

"It's so convenient." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, "This is much easier."

"Why don't you make a box with a traceless stretch spell?" Kyle walked outside with her and asked in confusion.

Although this spell is complicated, it shouldn't be a problem for the Weasley family.

Mr. Weasley can even invent a car that can fly and become invisible. How could he not make a box with a traceless stretching spell?

"Why not? It's the one I gave you before." Mrs. Weasley said. She glanced back to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything before locking the door.

"I mean, make it bigger."

"Can't do it," Mrs. Weasley said, and she glanced at Kyle.

"There's something you probably don't know...or maybe you've never noticed."

"The Traceless Stretch Spell is not a spell that can be used infinitely. Its stability is actually very poor. After it exceeds a certain size, the space extended by the spell will collapse."

"Mine will do."

"Of course, think about who gave it to you."

"Newt Scamander."

"That's right, Mr. Scamander." Mrs. Weasley said, "The most talked about thing about him is that magical suitcase. If it can be made casually with the Invisible Stretch Charm, what do you think? Is it still magical?”

"I don't know the reason for this, but as far as I know, there is no other suitcase of his in the entire magical world... Oh, no, it should be the third one now.

"I guess he must have put a lot of effort into it. It's hard to find something that can keep the Seamless Stretch Spell stable."

Kyle was stunned for a moment. He seemed to have never thought about this issue. He has always put whatever he has in the box directly. Even if he occasionally makes an object for a traceless stretching spell, it is not that big.

Afterwards, the two came to an old telephone booth with paint peeling off.

"You go first," said Mrs. Weasley.

This was built by people from the Order of the Phoenix and was specially used for apparation. There were Muggle expulsion spells around it to prevent anyone from entering it by mistake.

Kyle nodded and walked in, apparating back to the village of St. Catchpole and in front of the garden of the Burrow.

A few minutes later Mrs. Weasley returned.

After arriving here, she relaxed completely, and even looked at the gnomes in the garden with ease.

"Let's clean them up later. I have to clean up the house first." She asked, "Kyle, do you want to go home first?"

"Ah, no need." Kyle shook his head and said, "Let me help you clean it up, it will go faster."

"No problem, you can come have dinner with Chris in the evening. You haven't had dinner here for a long time."

"It's been almost two years," Kyle said.

Ever since Voldemort came back in his sixth year, he had been living in the safer Grimmauld Place during holidays. Even if he came back occasionally, he would leave quickly and rarely spend the night here.

The two walked into the Burrow.

Mrs. Weasley was responsible for putting the things she had brought back into their proper places, while Kyle cleaned the dust off the furniture and chased away pests, goblins and the like.

Wherever wizards have lived, foxes and goblins will always be attracted, and they like to stay where there are traces of magic.

It's not just the Burrow, it's the same with the Kyle family, but the vixen who runs to his house will become the old cat's snack in less than ten minutes.

Although Ginny also had a cat nugget, which was given to her by Fred and George, the little guy was obviously not as smart as Tom.

By the way, the name of the cat in Kyle's family is Tom, a very common name in the wizarding world and does not refer to a specific person.

It went on like this until nine o'clock in the evening. They must have known the news of the move in advance, and everyone who worked at the Ministry of Magic had returned.

Kyle also helped Mrs. Weasley prepare a large sumptuous dinner.

"Mom, tonight...Oh, Kyle, when did you come back!" Fred ran over in surprise.

"Noon," Kyle said.

"Where have you been these two days?"

"Don't ask so many questions, hurry up and get ready for dinner." Mrs. Weasley interrupted George, and then looked to the other side, "Arthur, Bill and Charlie, why haven't they come back yet?"

"It should be soon," said Mr. Weasley. "Lupine and Nymphadora have already gone to change shifts."

"Then don't wait for them."

As before, several people set up the table in the garden and sat together.

But they haven't had dinner together like this for a long time. Because of the Death Eaters, everyone has had endless things to do in the past two years.

At Mr. Weasley's suggestion, everyone raised their glasses together and clinked them together.

"Kyle, you should be okay recently." Fred asked after taking a sip of butterbeer.

"No." Kyle thought for a moment and said.

"How about working at the Ministry of Magic?" George's eyes lit up. "Let me tell you, the work in the Ministry has been very interesting recently."

"Forget it about going to the Ministry of Magic." Kyle shook his head, "Actually, I plan to go to France."

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