Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard Chapter 869

Chapter 869: The score-deduction feud is evened

“Dingle bell…”

"Welcome!"

With a crisp sound of wind chimes, Dobby, who had been sent to Diagon Alley by Newt to help, jumped out from behind the counter and stared at the customers who came in without blinking.

A middle-aged wizard came here. He just came to withdraw money today, but he suddenly discovered this newly opened shop on the way.

It's really strange that in this situation where Death Eaters are rampant, Diagon Alley is becoming increasingly depressed, and people are closing their stores and taking refuge abroad every day, there is still someone who dares to open a new store to do business uncharacteristically... Isn't he afraid of the Death Eaters coming to make trouble?

Although he wanted to leave Diagon Alley as soon as possible in a crowded and conspicuous area, driven by curiosity, he still walked in to see who was so tough.

After entering the store, his first impression was very good. The bright store felt very comfortable, and there was a faint scent of wood floating in the room... It was a unique smell of sorbus wood, and that should be the source of the smell. Brand new counter.

Making counters out of sorbate wood is both tasteful and expensive... This kind of wood is not cheap.

At the same time, he smelled the sweetness of some kind of fruit. The fragrance was rich, but not irritating, and it was refreshing.

"It's really nice." The wizard thought to himself, "A few years ago, there would have been many customers here, but now..."

He shook his head. To be honest, in this situation, who is still in the mood to go shopping? No matter how well-arranged it is, it's just a waste of galleons.

He didn't pay attention to the house elf that jumped out. He just turned his attention to the shelves, wanting to see what the strange fruity smell he just smelled was about, and then left as soon as possible.

It was a bunch of grapes, but the fruits were much larger, plump and round, and they looked delicious at first sight, plus the aroma went straight into the nostrils.

This stuff must taste good,

The wizard swallowed and thought about whether to buy a bunch of fruits to take home. Anyway, the money he just withdrew was not enough to buy a bunch of fruits...

Until he saw the price under the fruit clearly...

Without a trace of hesitation, the wizard held his breath and turned around, almost jogging out of the store. It wasn't until he was far away on the street that he took two sharp breaths.

Crazy, a fruit costs ten galleons, is it made of gold?

No, even if it's made of gold, it's not that expensive. Not to mention eating this thing, just smelling it will cost you a penny.

In order to find the location of the fruit, he had smelled the smell in the store just now. The boss wouldn't rush out to ask him for money.

Subconsciously, the wizard quickened his pace again.

No wonder the other party dared to come to Diagon Alley to open a shop at this time. His heart was darker than that of a Death Eater. Why didn't he go and rob Gringotts?

The customer cursed and ran away, and the enthusiastic house elf Dobby could only return behind the counter.

This is already the first few people to run out today...the fifth one? Or the sixth one.

Throughout the morning, not a single business was completed. Dobby, who had a vague concept of prices, sighed, feeling a little sorry for Mr. Kyle's trust.

At the same time, Kyle on the other side did not care about his newly opened shop, but stayed on the second floor of his home in St. Catchpol Village.

Suddenly there was a small explosion in the originally peaceful village. Kyle subconsciously walked to the window and took a look outside.

Mrs. Weasley was back and standing at the door of the Burrow, including himself.

Kyle remembered clearly that he left Hogwarts for the first time after pretending to be the principal, and happened to meet Mrs. Weasley who was preparing to move out of No. 12 Grimmauld Place. This was the scene before him.

By tomorrow, I should be preparing to go to France to find Kangna.

Kyle's eyes flashed, and he took out the time turner from his pocket that was completely damaged and could not be used.

Then Kyle took two steps back and used phantom to disappear into the room.

At this time, outside the window, Kyle, who was about to walk into the Burrow, suddenly stopped, as if he noticed something, and turned to look at the window on the second floor of his home.

"Kyle, what's wrong?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Nothing." Kyle shook his head and walked in immediately, "Mrs. Weasley, let me help get rid of the pests."

"Then I'm sorry to bother you," said Mrs. Weasley, "We'll never run out of foxes. I don't even know how they got in."

The two of them were cleaning the Burrow here, but Kyle on the other side had already arrived at the door of the Hog's Head Bar in Hogsmeade.

He did not go in, but looked inside from the window.

Aberforth remained the same, standing behind the bar with a sinister expression, wiping an even dirtier cup with a dirty rag.

As usual, Dumbledore and Ariana haven't come back to him yet.

Kyle looked away and walked towards Hogwarts.

He remembered that before Dumbledore left, he said that he and Ariana were going to do something for the next time travel.

This so-called next time travel should be to go back in time to save Dumbledore.

Kyle didn't know when they would return, and he had to do something just in case.

But before that, he had to go to Hogwarts.

It's time to settle certain things.

Because it was class time, Hogwarts was quiet, so Kyle walked in through the main entrance. On the way, he met Professor Sprout who had just come out of the greenhouse.

"Kyle?" Professor Sprout was a little surprised and walked over quickly, "Didn't Minerva say you just left school? Why are you back again?"

"Oh, I just realized I forgot something, so I came back." Kyle said calmly.

"No one noticed it," Professor Sprout asked nervously.

"Don't worry, professor." Kyle waved his hand and lowered his voice: "As an outstanding graduate, it is normal for me to come back and miss my alma mater. No one will doubt that I am Dumbledore's."

"It's better to be careful," Professor Sprout said. "Do you need me to tell Minerva?"

"No, no need." Kyle shook his head, "I'm just here to pick up something. It won't take long."

"Okay, then you come with me." Professor Sprout took off his dragon leather gloves, "get out of class is not over yet, no one will notice that you have entered the principal's office."

"good."

Kyle followed Professor Sprout into the castle and met Filch on the way.

It can be seen that Filch, who is responsible for guarding the school gate, does not welcome Kyle, a "social idler" who has graduated, but with Professor Sprout following him, he cannot drive him away and can only stay in the shadow of the corner. Staring fiercely.

"Argus, go and do your work." Professor Sprout glanced at him, "Kyle just came to me to discuss some things, and I will send him out of school later."

This is already a clear sign of driving people away.

Filch's expression froze, but facing Professor Sprout, who was the dean, he could only bow slightly, turned around and left the hall without saying a word.

Then, the two of them walked through the empty stairs to the eighth floor, in front of the gargoyle stone beast.

"I won't follow you in." Professor Sprout glanced at the time. "get out of class will be over soon. The next one is Gryffindor's Herbology class. If you want to leave school, you can ask the ghost to find Mi Leva.

"Oh, by the way, just knock the second pot-shaped silverware on the table and a ghost will come over."

"Is this how the silverware in the principal's office is used?" Kyle smacked his lips, gaining experience.

He knew that those silverware must be more than just decorative.

"Yes, the second one, don't knock the wrong one."

"It's okay," Kyle said, "I'll leave the school another way, and I won't be seen."

"That's good."

With a ringing of bells, Professor Sprout left in a hurry. She returned to the castle just to get the antidote potion in the office. The next class is the seventh grade Gryffindor class, which is about poisonous stinging cactus. Since Mr. Longbottom is among the class members, it is better to prepare some corresponding antidote potions in advance.

Otherwise, Madam Pomfrey would probably mutter about canceling the dangerous Herbology class again.

Really, how can those cute, weak herbs be dangerous? The one who is in danger is obviously Mr. Longbottom, right?

Fortunately, I won't have to teach him any more soon…

Professor Sprout left, and Kyle entered the principal's office along the passage behind the stone statue.

It's still the same here. The portraits of the principals closed their eyes and pretended to sleep. After hearing the noise, several of them opened one eye.

They stopped pretending to be asleep when they saw that the person coming was Kyle.

"Boy, why are you back again!" Phineas Black asked unceremoniously.

"Nothing, I just came to give you some gifts." Kyle walked over with a smile and took out a lot of finished paint from his pocket.

They were all professional pigments for making magic paintings. Kyle spent a lot of money to buy these things, but he didn't feel bad at all.

Mr. Phineas deserves the best.

Kyle skillfully took out his wand, and with just a few strokes, he drew an outline of a ferocious mace, with at least three-inch long spikes, which shone coldly even in the portrait.

"Wait... you, what do you want to do!" Phineas felt a chill all over his body, but the principals headed by Armando Dippet came over with bright eyes.

"I haven't offended you, right? You can't do this..." Phineas already wanted to run away.

"How can you say I'm offended? This is too outrageous." Kyle said without raising his head: "I just suddenly felt that the principals were too bored to stay in the portraits every day, and I just wanted to give you some fun. "

Looking for fun?

This is obviously just for fun, right? That **** Dippet has already started doing warm-up exercises!

Phineas felt his legs become weak and wanted to run away.

But the other principals reacted quickly. In order to prevent him from running into other portraits, two middle-aged wizard-looking people immediately ran behind him and held his arms.

"My child is also kind-hearted, where are you going!" One of the bearded wizards stared at Phineas sinisterly, almost showing his ill intentions on his face.

Phineas began to struggle, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from the restraints of his colleagues.

During this time, Kyle had also completed his work.

In addition to the extremely intimidating maces and two-handed axes, he also thoughtfully drew one-handed swords, daggers and thorn vine whips for the witch principals.

During this period, Armando Dippet had been observing Kyle.

Although the portrait has no ability to think, he can tell with experience that the current Kyle and the one who just left do not seem to be the same person.

Of course, being able to come in here means that he is not pretending to be someone else. He is also the kid named Kyle, but he gives people a different feeling...

And he could also see that this child was here for Phineas, and his undisguised malice could even be seen in his portrait.

But what does it matter? Armando Dippet chuckled twice.

He was just a portrait and didn't care what happened. What he cared about was that he would have fun later.

He also has to thank Phineas, who used his selfless mind and broad mind to provide everyone with a wealth of leisure and entertainment activities.

What a nice person…

Armando Dippet rubbed his hands and couldn't wait to pick a long-handled ax from the large arsenal of weapons...the same style as the Hogwarts stone statue. He had long wanted to try it.

Listening to the howling coming from the portrait, Kyle felt that his whole body was enlightened.

When he first returned to 1899, Phineas wanted to deduct 100 points from him, but because the points were not enough, he directly cleared Hufflepuff's house points. Kyle always remembered it.

In order to repay the principal, he directly drew a hundred swords, clubs and axes according to the highest standards, and the matter was considered even.

After putting down his wand, Kyle moved his sore wrist.

Although the voice in the portrait sounded refreshing, Kyle did not forget the serious purpose of coming here.

He rummaged around in the principal's office and finally found a blue scarf with phoenix feathers on it. He then carefully pulled out the feathers and placed them on a perch at the door and lit them.

He needs Fox now, but it's impossible to find him now, so he can only try this method.

The phoenix can sense its own feathers, and since this is Dumbledore's office, it might be able to sense it...

Kyle thought about it, not sure whether this method would work. If not, he would have to make a trip himself.

Just as I was thinking about it, the principal's office suddenly lit up.

Fox landed on the perch, tilted his head, and looked at Kyle in confusion, as if he didn't understand why he was here.

"Fox, I'm so glad you came." Kyle said, "Don't be surprised, both of them are me, but something happened."

Fox straightened his head again.

"I need your help with something." Kyle took out an envelope. "Can you help me send this to Beauxbatons and give it to Professor Victor who is in charge of alchemy? This also concerns Professor Dumbledore."

Fox grabbed the envelope, but did not leave. He just continued to look at Kyle and made a crisp chirp.

"You don't know the location?" Kyle was stunned for a moment. Phoenix can go anywhere it wants, but it can't find the corresponding location with just an address... This is the talent only owls have, and it is also the main reason why they can become messengers. .

"Didn't Professor Dumbledore take you there?" Kyle asked.

Fox nodded.

"This..." Kyle rubbed his forehead, "What about Beauxbatons, do you know?"

Fox continued to shake his head.

"Forget it, take me with you." Kyle sighed, "Let's go to France first."

The contents of the envelope were very important. He couldn't trust the owl, so Fox was safer.

This time Fox moved, deftly flying to Kyle and letting him grab his tail.

Kyle didn't notice that while he was speaking, the principals behind him also gathered together.

"Did you hear that?" Armando Dippet whispered to a witch: "He just said, 'Both are me,' what does that mean."

"Time-turner," Delys Derwent blurted out.

"So, the child in front of me came back from the past?" Armando blinked, "Albus disappeared in the past, and he came back from the past. If you say that, could this child have already taken Albus to the past?" Si Dai is back...but why doesn't he come to Hogwarts?"

"Albus naturally has his own ideas." Derwent said without looking back: "Are you sure you still want to be here? Phineas is running away."

Armando subconsciously turned around and saw that Phineas had sneaked up to the edge of the picture frame. As long as he crossed the picture frame, he could run into other portraits. It would be difficult to catch him then.

After all, after leaving Hogwarts, they could only move within their own portraits.

"Hey, stop!" Armando couldn't care less about Dumbledore, picked up the long-handled ax beside him and rushed over.

"Look at my new magic, I'm falling unconscious!"

(End of chapter)

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