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Chapter 488: The Portrait's Game
Chapter 488: The Portrait's Game
By the time Kyle returned to Hogwarts, it was already evening.
Sirius, that spendthrift, had bought a pile of things from Diagon Alley and asked Kyle to bring them back; one portion for himself and the other for Harry.
Perhaps he could finally appear in the sunlight without any worries, Kyle thought. But he couldn't help but feel that Sirius was indulging in some retail therapy.
Who in their right mind would spend over two thousand Galleons on things from Diagon Alley?
And that pure gold cauldron... Was it really for brewing potions? He'd probably wince at the mere thought of scratching it.
But there was no choice; Sirius insisted on buying it, and there was no refusing him... What a spendthrift.
Just like when they left, they Apparated back to the Headmaster's Office.
"Hahahaha!"
As soon as Kyle returned, he heard a burst of excited laughter. But the laughter was so unpleasant, like a goose being strangled by the neck.
"Ahaha... Dumbledore, I heard it from that old hag."
On the wall, Phineas Black's portrait spoke proudly, "My great-grandson was acquitted, wasn't he?... Haha... I knew it, the Black family could never have a traitor.
Those idiots at the Ministry couldn't even see through such an obvious frame-up, they're getting worse and worse... But this Minister isn't bad, at least he can distinguish right from wrong."
There was no one around his portrait, everyone else was keeping their distance, looking at him with a gaze as if he were a lunatic.
"Why don't you shut up, Phineas," a bearded wizard couldn't help but say, "It's fine to deceive others, but not yourself. Don't you remember how you cursed at Sirius Black? If you've forgotten, we can help you recall."
"Yes..." A witch smirked, "You were so passionate in your cursing then, and now you're talking about others. You're shameless."
"Impossible, you must have heard wrong," Phineas said, stiffening his neck. "I've said it many times, how could I possibly suspect someone from the Black family!"
"Hehe..." Everyone let out a cold laugh in unison.
At this moment, a slim, tall, black-haired witch quietly approached Phineas from behind, holding a round shield that she had apparently snatched from somewhere.
While Phineas was talking, she raised her hand and struck him on the head with the shield.
"Who did you just call an old hag!"
Phineas was stunned, and he plopped down on the ground, taking quite some time to recover his senses.
Seeing this, the others also rushed forward and started punching and kicking him.
There was no particular reason; it was purely muscle memory. Beating up Phineas had become the portraits' favorite game.
The Headmaster's Office immediately filled with the sound of fists hitting flesh and someone howling in agony.
"Professor, your daily life must be quite exciting," Kyle couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh, is it? It certainly is exciting," Dumbledore took out a velvet cloth from the desk and walked towards the most lively portrait. "But sometimes they can be too noisy.
By the way, weren't you going to find Harry? Go ahead, I remember the password to the common room is 'Gibberish'."
"Okay," Kyle nodded and opened the door beside him. "Then, goodbye Professor, and Fox..."
The Headmaster's Office wasn't far from the Gryffindor common room; just follow the corridor straight ahead, turn at the end, and you'll arrive.
"Password!" The Fat Lady asked dutifully.
"Gibberish."
"Kyle," he said.
But the Fat Lady didn't open the door; instead, she eyed him suspiciously.
"You're not a Gryffindor student, and I've never seen you before."
It seemed that after the incident with the expulsion of Sir Cadogan last year, she had become more cautious.
"I bet you found a piece of paper with the password written on it somewhere and thought it would be fun to come here."
"That's right, I'm a Hufflepuff," Kyle replied, "but the password was told to me by the Headmaster. I just came from the Headmaster's Office, and I have something to discuss with Harry Potter."
"The Headmaster?" The Fat Lady still sounded doubtful, but her tone softened a little.
"Don't do anything against the school rules," she warned. "Otherwise, you'll never be able to pass through this door again."
"You can rest assured," Kyle said with a smile. "I've never had a record of breaking school rules."
"By the way, the other Headmasters are currently playing with Headmaster Black. If you hurry, you should still be able to catch them."
The Fat Lady's eyes lit up.
"Kid, I take back what I said. You must be an excellent young wizard."
After saying this, she disappeared from the painting, and the door opened.
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Kyle walked through the passage behind the door.
It was the weekend, and there were quite a few people in the Common Room.
Kyle took a look around and quickly spotted the familiar trio in the corner by a table.
Hermione was doing her homework, while Ron and Harry were playing Wizard's Chess and discussing how to make themselves a year older.
"I think an Age Potion would be a good choice," Ron said, capturing one of Harry's chess pieces. "Fred told me he can brew this potion, and one bottle is just enough to age by one year."
But it's a bit expensive; it costs ten Galleons."
"Ten Galleons?" Harry exclaimed. "That's not cheap at all."
"But I'm their brother," Ron said proudly. "If I were to buy it, it would only cost me five Galleons. They said that's the cost of the ingredients, and there's no profit in a Knut."
But in my opinion, this is the right thing to do... General!"
Ron directed the knight to the side of Harry's king and then continued, "It would be great if there was a way to make some money. Right now, I don't even have five Galleons."
"I can buy two bottles," Harry said, moving his king one square. "But then... you shouldn't expect any gifts from me for Christmas."
"That's fair," Ron said with a smile. "Or if I win the championship, I'll have the money, and that's a thousand Galleons."
"Yeah," Harry said. "I hope we can both become champions."
"That's impossible..." Hermione looked up from her work. "The book says that each house can only have one champion, and it's always been that way... Oh, Kyle, how did you get here?"
"Enough, Hermione," Ron put down the chess piece he was holding. "I know Kyle is amazing, always at the top of the class, but that doesn't mean he'll definitely become a champion. I still have a chance."
"You misunderstood," Harry quickly patted Ron on the shoulder and also put down the chess piece he was holding. Standing up, he said to Kyle, who was approaching, "Welcome to the Gryffindor Common Room. Are you looking for Fred and George?"
"They've been in the Entrance Hall since after lunch and haven't returned. You can try finding them there."
...
(End of Chapter)
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