Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard Chapter 832

Chapter 832 Hogwarts a hundred years ago

The golden pocket watch shines brightly on the table, and through the hands and gaps, you can vaguely see the brighter red magic stone inside.

Kyle looked at Nico, "Is this fixed?"

"The process went very smoothly." Nico said with a smile, "It was smoother than I expected, and there was not a single mistake."

This time, not only Kyle, but also the principals around him couldn't help it. They all came over and craned their necks to look at the table.

"Is this the time turner?" Phineas said.

“Nonsense.” Armando Dippet glanced at him next to him, “Otherwise, what is it, a fork?”

“I mean, such a little thing can really take people back a hundred years ago?” Phineas rarely faced Armando, his eyes were always focused on the golden pocket watch.

“Why, you want to use it.” Armando mocked: “Unfortunately, the portrait cannot use the time turner.”

“Whoever wants to use it, I'll just ask...isn't it okay?” Phineas jumped to his feet.

"It is indeed possible." At this time, a witch's voice came from behind the two of them, "It can even be longer."

“Amazing, truly worthy of being written by Salazar Slytherin.”

“No, only the frame remains, but most of it has been modified. Strictly speaking, this is already another work.

“And using the magic stone as the core...although it's a bit extravagant, it's a very good idea. It can minimize the risk, which is really good.”

“It's a pleasure to receive your compliments.” Nico smiled: “But one thing I have to admit is that without this crucial framework, I would not be able to reproduce this time turner.”

"That sounds pretty good," Phineas said. "Salazar Slytherin's wisdom is unmatched."

He held his head high and looked proud.

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him.

"It's just a bit too luxurious." The voice continued: "It just provides the core of magic power. There are many alternatives."

"But for now, finding a substitute for what you are talking about is more troublesome than making a magic stone." Nico shook his head and said, "At least we can just find the materials needed for the magic stone."

"You are right...Salazar also thought about using the magic stone as a source of magic power, but at that time there was no trace of the phoenix in the magic world, so he had to use another method."

"Ha, you made it sound like you were there." Phineas couldn't help but turn around, "Can you stop talking nonsense..."

Phineas's words stopped abruptly. His eyes suddenly widened. He looked like a rooster that had been strangled by the neck. His mouth was open, but he couldn't make a sound.

After a while, he managed to squeeze out some movement from his throat.

“Raven...Ravenclaw?”

“It's me.” Rowena Ravenclaw nodded lightly.

Her eyes moved from the time turner to Phineas, "Are you also the Headmaster of Hogwarts?"

“Yes, yes, about a hundred years ago.” Phineas said nervously,

“Oh.” Rowena Ravenclaw nodded and said nothing.

Armando dragged him behind with disgust, "Ms. Ravenclaw, I didn't expect you to be in school..."

"You can also pretend that I am not here." Rowena Ravenclaw said without any expression on her face, "And I will not participate in any decisions in the school."

"You are joking." Another female principal said excitedly: "We are all very willing to get your guidance, and I believe the current principal is the same."

"No, I won't do that." Rowena Ravenclaw shook her head and said, "I'm just a memory that shouldn't appear here. I don't want to, and can't, interfere with all decisions at this time."

“Then why did you show up this time.”

"To solve the problems left before." Ravenclaw did not explain, but just looked at the time turner again.

Others were confused, but Kyle could probably understand.

　　This time turner was left behind by Salazar Slytherin, and strictly speaking it is considered a 'thing that shouldn't be there'.

The reason why Ravenclaw appears is probably for this reason... If Kyle's guess is correct, after he brings Dumbledore back this time, this thing will not appear again.

"Do you still have any questions?"

Kyle noticed Ravenclaw suddenly looking at him.

“Do I need to make some preparations?” He asked quickly: “I remember you told me to stay away from the time turner as much as possible.”

"This is still my suggestion." Ravenclaw said, "But...if you insist on going, remember to keep a clear head. But at this point, you seem to have been prepared. Is it a reset potion... Or another name."

Kyle looked at Nico.

"Yes." Nico nodded and explained: "It's the magic potion you drank before. It can make your thinking not affected by time. Even if you have two 'selves', you can still maintain the independence of your mind. "

“That's no problem.”

"Wait a minute." Kyle whispered: "If it was a hundred years ago, it seems that there was no second me...even my father was not born yet."

"This effect is not just as simple as having one more 'self'." Ravenclaw explained patiently: "In a sense, going back to the past that you have not experienced is more dangerous than normal time travel. If Without the protection of the potion, you will gradually forget everything and get lost in the past. "

"But now it seems that someone has taken all this into consideration." Ravenclaw glanced at Nico again, and the figure disappeared from the frame.

No one saw how she left, just like no one saw how she came just now.

The quarrel between Professor McGonagall and Minister Bones was heard outside the door again.

Kyle raised his head.

“Don't worry about them, it's okay.” Nico said. He picked up the time turner and pressed it lightly. “You have more important things now.”

Following his movements, a ray of red light spread from the magic stone inside the time turner, extending along the lines on the surface until it evenly covered the five hands.

“Okay.” Kyle took the pocket watch nervously. "When should I go to find Professor Dumbledore?"

“Go to the beginning of everything.” Nico said softly: “If Albus is rejected by time, you will definitely find him there.”

"what should I do?"

“Just move the longest pointer once, and I made a mark on it.” Nico pointed to the time converter, which had a newly drawn scale on it, which was obvious.

"This is the time I calculated. You may not be so accurate when dialing it, but as long as it doesn't differ too much, it will be fine. It's just a matter of waiting a few more days."

"good."

Kyle took a deep breath, put his finger on the longest pointer, and applied gentle pressure.

The pointer then started to rotate. It was easy at first, but then there was resistance when it was halfway to the mark. The closer to the mark, the greater the resistance.

"Don't stop..." Nico reminded from the side: "You can take your time, but you must not stop."

Kyle pushed the pointer to the position of the mark in one breath...it was not bad, at least it seemed to be facing the mark.

When he released his finger, the red light on the pointer seemed to have found an outlet and immediately poured into the corresponding scale. The time converter began to vibrate violently, broke away from Kyle's hand, and floated in the air.

But Kyle was not surprised. After all, he had seen this kind of scene once... It was the same when Dumbledore used the time turner.

Nico took a small step back and suddenly slapped his forehead while looking at Kyle.

“Oh, I forgot, he shouldn't be allowed to go back here.”

“What's wrong?” Armando asked.

"Because he would probably appear in the principal's office in 1899, which was the year Albus graduated." Nico frowned and said, "Who was the principal at that time?" Everyone looked at Phineas Black .

“Look what I'm doing.” Phineas subconsciously took two steps back.

"If I remember correctly." Armando narrowed his eyes, "You were the principal at that time, right? After all, I only took office in 1927."

“It's my fault,” said Phineas, “but even so, I can't go back…”

“Oh!” He suddenly said: “I think I've seen him before, that Kyle... No wonder I always feel that that kid looks familiar.”

“You didn't make things difficult for him, right?”

"How do I know? That was a hundred years ago. I see so many people every day. How can I still remember who they are...wait, what do you want to do?"

Armando immediately took out his weapon and said, "Kyle went to save Albus. If you dare to do anything unnecessary, we won't let you go."

But by this time Kyle could no longer hear their words.

He found that everything around him began to blur quickly, and countless pictures flashed rapidly, as if he was watching a movie that was rewinding a thousand times... Nothing could be seen clearly, only countless lines of different colors. Skip it quickly before your eyes.

This was a very long process and not very pleasant. Kyle felt that his eardrums were swollen and he couldn't help but want to scream. He might have already screamed, but he couldn't hear his own voice.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, he felt his feet touch solid ground, and everything became clear again...

He saw the familiar yet unfamiliar principal's office.

The layout was similar to what he remembered, but the conspicuous silverware and the huge photos behind the table were gone, replaced by a few ugly statues and poor color matching.

“Who are you!” A voice shouted from behind.

“You are a seventh-grade student, right? It's exam time now. If you don't go to the exam room, what are you doing in the principal's office? Do you want to steal something?”

Kyle turned his head subconsciously and saw an equally unfamiliar and familiar face.

Phineas Black... is much younger than he looks in the photo, with black hair and a delicate mustache.

But this attitude still deserves a beating.

　　My first reaction when seeing a student appear in my office is to steal something. It is really an unprovoked and bad duty.

Kyle curled his lips and showed a standard smile, "Dear Principal Black, do you think I am a seventh-grade student?"

"Otherwise." Phineas said impatiently, "Do you want to say that you are in the first grade?"

"No, I am indeed in seventh grade." After confirming that Phineas really thought so, Kyle breathed a sigh of relief, at least he didn't have to make up excuses for himself.

“Then do you know me?”

"Why should I know you?" Phineas said with a straight face, "Why should I know you? Tell me quickly, which college you are from."

“Hufflepuff,” Kyle said.

After hearing about Hufflepuff, the impatience on Phineas's face became more obvious, and he lost interest in continuing the conversation, "If you don't prepare for the exam, what are you doing in the principal's office? Do you want to steal something!"

“Of course not, I just happened to be passing by and wanted to say hello to you. After all, I am graduating soon…”

"No need." Phineas interrupted Kyle rudely and pointed in the direction of the door, "Leave quickly, otherwise you won't be able to graduate... Also, because you broke into the principal's office maliciously, Hufflepuff One hundred points will be deducted...Oh, sorry, I forgot that you don't have one hundred points anymore, so fifty-seven points will be deducted!

"Congratulations, because of your own initiative, Hufflepuff has become the only house with zero points."

Phineas chuckled, his face even more in need of a beating.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you like it, principal." Kyle said with a smile, turned and left the principal's office.

He also did not expect that when he was the headmaster, Phineas was actually a hundred times worse than him in the portrait, and he made it clear that he looked down on Hufflepuff without any intention of hiding it.

Is this really the attitude a principal should have?

Kyle looked back at the door of the principal's office and narrowed his eyes slightly.

　　Fifty-seven points, right? He remembered it... It doesn't matter. You can settle this account slowly when you get back.

But thanks to Tophinias, Kyle also learned the specific time now.

The seventh-grade exam was supposed to be held in June 1899. According to the information he had previously obtained, Dumbledore's goal should be August, which meant that he would definitely show up two months ahead of schedule.

It's okay, the time is just right.

Kyle wandered slowly in the corridor, taking in the surrounding scenery.

He has seen Hogwarts in two different periods, the one he was in, and the Hogwarts a thousand years ago.

This is the third time... Hogwarts a hundred years ago was also the period when he felt most uncomfortable.

Because it was final exam time, everyone was very busy and walked quickly, but they restrained themselves from making too much noise. There were no people even chatting with each other, even if there were occasionally lower grade students who wanted to If you try to speak, you will be stopped immediately.

"Filch will probably like this." Kyle said in his heart, and couldn't help but quicken his pace, preparing to leave here first.

Hogwarts during this period was a bit too depressing. No wonder Phineas was called the most unpopular headmaster.

Kyle passed by a row of classrooms and a group of students waiting for exams at the door. When he was about to go downstairs, he suddenly heard the voice of the witch behind him.

“Next, Albus Percival Dumbledore, it's your turn to take the Transfiguration exam.”

Kyle immediately stopped and stopped moving.

He turned around and saw a handsome boy walking out of the crowd.

Dumbledore was about seventeen years old at this time. He was younger than him, with a childish appearance, short reddish-brown hair, and a high-spirited look.

"I'm here." He waved his hand and said politely: "Thank you, Ms. Marchbane."

“I've heard of you a long time ago, the gifted student of Hogwarts.” The middle-aged witch, the future Professor Marchaban, smiled and nodded.

“But remember, I will not lower the difficulty of the exam just because of your name. On the contrary, I will increase the difficulty appropriately.”

"No problem." Young Dumbledore said confidently: "I am confident that I will pass the professor's test."

After saying that, he strode into the classroom.

Professor Marchban seemed to feel something, turned his head subconsciously, and saw Kyle staring at them.

She glanced down at the list, then at the people queuing up, and frowned: "Why is there one more person? Who are you?"

"Ah, I'm a sixth-grade student." Kyle said quickly: "I'm curious about the exam content, so I came here to take a look."

“That's right.” Professor Marchban nodded.

“So can I go take a look?” Kyle asked. “Get a closer look at the exam.”

"Of course not. You must not be disturbed in any way during the N.E.W.T exam." Professor Marchban said with a straight face, "There is nothing to be curious about, you..."

"It's okay, Professor March." Dumbledore, who had just entered, stuck his head out, "It's just that someone is watching, but it doesn't affect me. It's good to let the lower-grade students see the exam process and gain experience.

“Besides, this is a spell application test, and he can't help me cheat, can he?”

(End of this chapter)

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