Hogwarts: The Exemplary Wizard I Am Chapter 690: King's Cross Station, Anxious Auror - Novel Cool

Chapter 690: King's Cross Station, Anxious Auror

Chapter 690: King's Cross Station, Anxious Auror

After Dumbledore's speech at the end of the banquet, the atmosphere on the Hogwarts Express the next day was not filled with the usual laughter and joy but rather a sense of heaviness.

However, there were exceptions.

"Help us decide which outfit to wear," Fred and George Weasley said, holding up two jackets of different colors and gesturing with them.

"We bought these in Hogsmeade..."

"We wanted to wear them for the grand opening of Weasley Joke Shop..."

"...to make a good impression," George added.

"They're made from the finest Fire Dragon hide, and they cost us a pretty galleon!" Fred spoke with a hint of pain, clearly indicating that these outfits were indeed expensive.

"How about the black one...?" Kyle suggested, looking up. "It looks more dignified."

"But we think the green one is nice," George hesitated, "We're opening a joke shop, so we don't need to be too formal, right? Black seems more suitable for attending banquets and business meetings..."

Autumn raised her eyebrows in disbelief, "You've even considered these things?"

Their shop hadn't even opened yet, and they were already thinking about attending banquets and business meetings?

"It's only a matter of time," Fred said confidently. "We might even be able to acquire Zonko's and open a branch in Hogsmeade."

"Then I wish you success."

Cedric unconsciously pulled at the corners of his mouth, then pretended that nothing had happened. "But I think black is more suitable. You'll definitely need it."

"Is that so?"

Fred and George were a little confused, but since both Cedric and Kyle said so, they decided to change into the jackets.

Being expensive items, the jackets had a better effect than their school robes. After putting them on, Fred and George looked completely different.

They exuded a certain... well, office elite vibe.

"Kyle, why are you smiling?" George frowned, glancing at Fred across from him.

The jackets fit well; there wasn't any issue.

"I'm just thinking of something funny," Kyle tried to hide his schadenfreude.

"I think you should ask Mr. Weasley too. He might give you a more objective answer."

"Ask Dad?" Fred pondered for a moment, shaking his head lightly. "Forget it. He's always working at the Ministry, and he barely gets to visit Diagon Alley twice a year. How would he know what to wear for a joke shop?"

"But he knows what to wear at the Ministry," Kyle said.

"Haha, yeah, just do the opposite of what he says."

Fred and George took it as a not-so-funny quip and changed into the other jacket.

Cedric, who knew the truth, had to pinch his thigh to keep himself from laughing.

Suddenly, a loud banging sound from outside the compartment interrupted their conversation.

"Oh, what are those little rascals up to now!" Fred said, pretending to be exasperated.

At this moment, Cedric had already pushed open the compartment door and left.

Although he had graduated, until the train reached King's Cross Station, he was still the male student council president of Hogwarts, responsible for maintaining order on the train.

"It's nothing!" George suddenly patted Kyle's shoulder, not sure what he was thinking about.

"After the next school year starts, you'll be the only male student council president."

"Huh?" Kyle blinked, then he remembered that when he became the Senior Assistant to the Minister, he still held the title of male student council president.

However, he had never taken care of any matters, and the school hadn't removed Cedric's position either, so he had almost forgotten about it.

"I really wish Cedric could postpone his graduation by a year," Kyle said sincerely, rubbing his forehead.

For the past two years, he had directly assigned grade leader tasks to Cedric, not to mention the even more numerous responsibilities of the male student council president.

If he had known, he wouldn't have let Cedric work at the Ministry.

"Hehe..." Fred chuckled mischievously beside them. "It's possible. If Cedric gets all 'T' grades in his N.E.W.T.s, he might be able to delay his graduation by a year."

George laughed too. "But even a small Ron wouldn't be able to achieve such results."

"Maybe he could..."

The two of them exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

Kyle didn't bother to respond and left the compartment as well.

It was easy to find where the commotion was; it was where the crowd gathered.

As Kyle approached, he saw Justin Finch-Fletchley and Susan Bones explaining something to Cedric.

"They started it..." Justin said excitedly. "I heard it even from my compartment. They wanted to cause trouble for Harry. As members of the DA, we can't pretend we didn't hear it."

"You're right," Hannah said angrily. "They're terrible. They even said they would knock Harry out and throw him onto the luggage rack."

Unconsciously, Kyle looked up at the luggage rack.

There were five things stuffed into school uniforms, wriggling and squirming like giant slugs.

"Well... we just took their advice." Susan's eyes wandered, and she turned away as she spoke.

Kyle recalled that she had mentioned wanting to teach a few Slytherins a lesson quite some time ago.

"Who are they?"

"Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle..." Michael said immediately.

"And Pansy and Millicent," Susan added.

Well, the truth was out. Even the people were the same.

When Voldemort's return was first announced, these few seemed the most smug, laughing the loudest.

It was this behavior that made Michael and Susan furious, even considering giving them a beating.

Kyle looked up at the tightly wrapped figures... in this situation, they had kept their promise.

On the other side, Ron and Harry, who had come to check on them, couldn't stop laughing.

"I'd bet Lucius was there that day at the Ministry as well."

When Kyle returned to the box, Harry and the others followed. He confidently said, "I saw it, that platinum blond hair just like Malfoy's."

"Malfoy must have wanted revenge on you because of this... that coward," Ron said.

"I wish he'd come after me," Kyle said, "but he won't."

"Unless Malfoy's gone mad," Harry said with a smile, unconsciously glancing at Kyle's luggage rack in the box, but he didn't see the familiar trunk.

Understandably, Kyle wouldn't leave such a dangerous item unattended.

"Speaking of which, what happened that day?" Ron asked curiously. "Why do I feel like Malfoy and his gang have been avoiding Kyle these past few days?"

When Kyle rushed over, both he and Hermione had already fainted and saw nothing. When they woke up, they were already in the hospital wing.

"Nothing..." Harry snuck a glance at Kyle, "It's just that the headmaster and Kyle arrived in time to save us."

It wasn't that he wanted to hide it from Ron and Hermione; it was mainly because Kyle didn't want him to say, and if Ron knew that he had been unconscious and spent time with the Fire Dragon and Three-Headed Dog, he might faint again.

"I see." Ron nodded, "It's a pity Dumbledore didn't catch Malfoy; otherwise, we could've sent him to Azkaban."

"It's useless." Hermione shook her head, "The Dementors can't be relied upon; a large portion of them has sided with the Dark Lord."

"Even if it's just for a few days," Ron said, and at that moment, he noticed Fred and George's new clothes.

"Wait, what's this made of?"

"The finest Fire Dragon hide." Fred raised an eyebrow and gently pulled the zipper.

The scaly pattern glistened in the sunlight, making Ron envious once more.

With a few more people, the return journey became livelier.

Kyle noticed that during their game of Wizard Chess, Harry would intentionally or unintentionally steal glances at Autumn, but he'd always look away within a second.

It was clear that he hadn't completely given up.

Kyle hesitated, considering whether to remind Cedric that someone wanted to dig him out.

However, Kyle quickly dismissed the thought.

Although it might seem unfair to Harry, Kyle couldn't think of any aspect where Harry could surpass Malfoy.

Perhaps the identity of the savior could be considered one, but Autumn obviously didn't value it.

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On the other side, Hermione found Connor with a thick book, "Advanced Potion Making," and a bottle, asking some questions about potions.

Connor merely glanced at it and pointed out her mistake.

"You put in fewer sunflower petals, and the brewing time is insufficient by a minute."

"But the book says we only need to put in sunflower petals," Hermione wondered, "I counted, and it's the right amount."

"Oh, this book is missing a step." This time, Connor didn't even look at the book and directly said, "You should first crush the petals so that the juice can blend into the potion faster. If you don't crush them, adding an extra petal will have the same effect."

Hermione looked at the book again, frowning without speaking.

"Aren't you exaggerating?" Ron couldn't help but ask, "It's already the holidays; do you still need to study?"

"Why not?" Hermione said exasperatedly, "Even Headmaster Dumbledore has said that we need more knowledge to protect ourselves. During the holidays, we can't use magic, so potions are the only choice, and preparing more healing potions will definitely come in handy."

"I think Mum wouldn't allow me to brew potions in the kitchen," Ron muttered.

"No, you're wrong." Fred chimed in, "If you have this idea, Mum will be delighted."

"She'd even offer the kitchen for it."

"George said.

Ron mumbled something under his breath, seemingly making an excuse, but no one caught what he said.

Harry, standing beside them, kept his head down, feigning deep thought about their next move.

If there was one subject at Hogwarts they disliked the most, it was Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and right after that, it was Snape's Potions class.

And this holiday, he had to go back to Privet Drive for a while.

Harry didn't quite understand the reasoning, but since Dumbledore and Sirius had insisted, he had no choice.

He had to stay at Privet Drive for at least a month before he could move to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. He believed that his uncle and aunt would definitely not want to see cauldrons and potions in their home.

After an unknown period of time, the train finally began to slow down.

Kyle and his friends had already changed out of their wizard robes, and when the train came to a smoky stop, they exited, dragging their trunks as usual.

A long line formed at the platform exit, allowing only two or three people to pass at a time. It was over ten minutes before they finally made it outside.

There were even more people to greet them than the previous year.

Chris and Diana were there, along with the Weasley family, Moody, who had returned the night before, Tonks, Lupin, Sirius, and Auror Kingsley.

Of course, these people were probably there to greet Harry, and it had nothing to do with Kyle... Well, perhaps it was also to keep an eye on another person.

Newt Scamander.

For some reason, he was there too, standing and smiling at Kyle.

"Oh, dear." Diana hugged Kyle, "How was school?"

"It was fine," Kyle replied. He noticed that there were even more Aurors and Hit Wizards around King's Cross Station, all of them tensely eyeing Newt as if he were a formidable enemy.

"Why are you here?" Kyle asked, looking at Newt curiously.

"I went to help Dumbledore with some trouble..." Newt smiled and said, "On my way back, I happened to pass by here, so I dropped by."

"Oh, those guards?" Kyle asked.

Newt nodded with a smile.

Behind Kyle, Hermione, who was talking to Mr. Granger, kept staring at Newt. Suddenly, she lowered her voice and exclaimed, "I remember now, he's Mr. Newt Scamander! Oh my, I can't believe I get to meet the legendary Magizoologist in person."

"Scamander?" Mr. Granger asked, puzzled, "Is he famous?"

"He's a household name in the wizarding world," Hermione said excitedly. She opened her trunk and rummaged through it, "I want to ask him for an autograph... Where's my 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them'? I remember putting it in my trunk... Ah, here it is!"

As Hermione walked over with the book, Newt happily signed his name on it.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Weasley hugged Fred and George tightly, looking very pleased.

Moody, Lupin, and Sirius were talking to Vernon Dursley with serious expressions.

Vernon Dursley was so angry that his face turned red, but just as he was about to explode, Moody removed his eye patch, revealing the magical eye that spun rapidly.

Vernon Dursley was so startled that he jumped back and bumped into a luggage cart, immediately losing his temper.

"Don't be foolish, we'll look into it," Lupin said with a pleasant expression, "Also, if you don't let Harry use the Communicator..."

"It's a phone," Harry said softly.

"Yes, that's right..." Lupin nodded, "If we can't reach Harry, you'll be in trouble."

Whether it was out of fear of these people or because of the gold the size of a bottle cap in his hand, Vernon eventually grunted in assent.

"Alright, it's not safe here, let's go back quickly," Mr. Weasley said.

"Where are you going?" Chris asked.

"To the square," Mr. Weasley said vaguely, "Aren't you?"

"No, we need to go home first," Chris shook his head.

"Do you need a ride?" Mr. Weasley offered, "We have three cars this time."

"No, we'll Apparate home."

"Okay then, see you tomorrow," Mr. Weasley and Sirius left with the children.

Kyle looked around, preparing to say goodbye to Conna, but strangely, he couldn't find Conna.

"Didn't she come out from the platform?" Kyle asked.

"She did," Autumn said, "I came out with her."

"Where is she then?"

Just as Kyle was wondering, Diana, standing nearby, seemed to spot a familiar figure. She waved and called out, "Hey, is that you, Severus?"

Following her gaze, Kyle also saw a person in a black cloak. With his greasy hair, it could only be Snape, and Conna was by his side.

But Snape acted as if he hadn't heard Diana's voice, and even walked faster.

Conna turned back and shrugged helplessly at Kyle.

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(End of Chapter)

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