Hogwarts Shippuden

Half an hour later, the two came out of the Lishen Bookstore. Dumbledore glanced at the Eila Owl store not far away, and then looked at Kyle.

"We've got the wand and books, let's go get you a pet."

Kyle's eyes lit up, "Pets? Can you buy a phoenix like Fox?"

"I'm afraid not. The phoenix is ​​an extremely rare magical animal... But we can buy an owl."

Kyle's glittering eyes darkened immediately.

What's the point of having an owl if you can't buy such a cool animal as a phoenix as a pet?

He doesn't want an owl, he wants to make a crow COS to the ferret.

So Kyle strode into the owl store.

After coming out of the store, Kyle had a birdcage in his hand with a dark crow in it.

Kyle touched his chin, "You can call it one dozen seven."

Dumbledore smiled and looked at the cheerful Kyle with his azure blue eyes, "Let's go to Mrs. Malkin's to get clothes, it's just your clothes."

However, Kyle did not follow Dumbledore's steps, but stared at the cauldron shop in the distance with eager eyes, "Professor, I want to buy a cauldron."

After getting permission, he shoved the birdcage into Dumbledore's hand, and Kyle ran to the door of the store in three steps. paid.

...

By the time the two had purchased all the goods in Diagon Alley, the sun was already high above their heads.

"We've missed lunch at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, checking the time.

Kyle, who had put on a wizard's robe, looked at the copper pot in his hand, "Professor, does Hogwarts have a kitchen?"

"Of course, our three meals a day didn't appear out of thin air. Why are you asking this?"

After swallowing, Kyle looked at Dumbledore expectantly, "Let's go back to Hogwarts! Go to the kitchen! Let me treat you to a magical meal from the East!"

Dumbledore happily agreed, wanting to see what new tricks Kyle could do for him.

"Come on, this time we'll apparate back to Hogwarts."

Holding Dumbledore's arm, Kyle felt that he was crumpled into a ball and stuffed into the toilet in the next moment, and then flushed out through the sewer.

When Kyle came back to his senses, he was already standing on the land of Hogwarts.

"This is space teleportation magic?" In fact, what Kyle wanted to say was the technique of flying thunder god.

"Well, you can say that."

"Professor! I want to learn this!" Kyle's eyes turned into four-pointed stars.

"This magic is still too early for you now, let's solve the problem of lunch first."

...

Twenty minutes later, the kitchen in the basement of Hogwarts Castle.

The Hogwarts kitchen is a great room with high ceilings the size of the Great Hall above.

There were heaps of gleaming copper pots and basins around the stone walls, and at the other end of the room was a large brick fireplace.

There are four tables in the kitchen, which are placed in exactly the same positions as the four college tables in the auditorium above.

Kyle and Dumbledore sat opposite each other, and in front of them was a copper pot with red oil floating.

Heated by a faint blue flame, the bright red soup was bubbling hot.

Kyle took a slice of beef and rinsed it in the pot before placing it on Dumbledore's plate.

"Professor, please use it."

The unique spicy taste of the spicy hot pot rushed straight to Dumbledore's nostrils, and the aroma entrained in it made Dumbledore a little coveted.

But the pile of peppers and peppercorns that Kyle put into the pot in front of him just now made him a little afraid to speak.

He thinks he Albus is starving to death,

Die outside, jump from the castle's astronomical tower, and don't eat anything in this pot.

But looking at Kyle's expectant eyes, Dumbledore couldn't bear to refuse, so he picked up the knife and fork, and ate the beef that Kyle put on his plate as if he were dying.

The next second, Dumbledore's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

So fragrant!

"I'm curious where you found this delicacy."

"Brooklyn isn't that far from New York's Chinatown," Kyle replied as he picked up a slice of beef and put it in his mouth, regretting that there was no such ingredient in the Hogwarts kitchen.

After eating a few slices of beef, Dumbledore put down his knife and fork and took a sip from the goblet filled with ice wine.

"This level of spiciness is still too unfriendly for a hundred-year-old man."

Kyle: "..."

Okay, then you can eat clear soup pot.

Staring at the copper pot in front of him, Kyle's hands slowly formed an unprinted mark.

I saw a puff of white smoke rise, and the copper pot in front of me was instantly changed into a mandarin duck pot. The original red soup was all placed on one side of the mandarin duck pot.

Stickless Transfiguration?

Dumbledore was a little surprised by Kyle's talent, but calmed down quickly.

Grindelwald's son, Ji Cao, not six.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore was not surprised for a moment, calmly summoned the house elf working in the kitchen, and added clear soup to the other half of the mandarin duck pot.

House-elves are tiny creatures with bat-sized ears, tennis-ball-sized, bulging eyes, and a relatively long, flat nose.

They are a race that was conquered by wizards in ancient wars. Every elf was born with servile training and served wizards from generation to generation.

The hot pot that Kyle and Dumbledore enjoyed was prepared by these house elves under Kyle's guidance.

"Professor, after buying the wand and textbook, I'm officially enrolled, and I'm going to class with other students?"

Dumbledore, who was busy shabu-shabu, was chewing food in his mouth, and it was inconvenient to open his mouth, so he just shook his head.

After swallowing the beef in his mouth, Dumbledore explained to Kyle:

"Most of the school year has passed. If you enroll now, you won't be able to keep up with their teaching progress. You won't be able to enroll with the next class of little wizards until September this year."

"Can I audit the professors' classes during this time?"

Dumbledore finally swallowed the food in his mouth, "I think there is no problem with just listening in."

Then he took out a piece of parchment from his arms and handed it to Kyle.

"Here's a first-year class schedule, of which I personally recommend you sit in on Professor Flitwick's Charms class. Then Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration."

"Their classes are a little bit ahead of you now, but even so, these two courses will help you a lot."

"If you have any questions about magic, you can find me in the principal's office on the eighth floor of the castle. The password to enter the office is Zizi Bee Candy."

Kyle took the timetable from Dumbledore's hand and looked at it carefully.

Two different timetables were printed on each side of the parchment, one for Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and the other for Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

Kyle remembers that in the movies he watched in his previous life, the protagonist Harry Potter and the stinky kid he taught in Diagon Alley today seemed to belong to the two academies, Gryffindor and Slytherin.

He clearly remembered that in the movie, Gryffindor and Slytherin often got together in class?

Kyle looked down at the timetable again. The two rival academies only have potions and flying classes together?

Don't ask, just ask the movie to change the setting.

In the afternoon, the four academies have enchantment classes and transfiguration classes, but the order is different.

He is more interested in spells than transfiguration, and Kyle thinks it's better to take a Ravenclaw spell class first.