Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard Chapter 909

Chapter 909 The same tower, Dumbledore's choice

Except for a few people present, no one knew that there had been such a chat in the cabin, and no one knew that the hated Malfoy had ever been replaced.

For some time afterwards, Hogwarts seemed to have regained its calm.

But it just seems that if you ignore the dark shadows that always linger around the school, the increasing number of strangers in Hogsmeade, and the Pig's Head Bar that is full every day... it is still very peaceful.

It's another weekend.

After Kyle finished breakfast, he happened to meet Malfoy in the foyer who was about to watch the Quidditch match.

There were many people around, and the two of them were squeezed together and rushed out of the castle, and then separated as if nothing had happened.

Malfoy took his two followers to the Quidditch pitch, but Kyle did not go back to the cabin. Instead, he left the school and went to the Pig's Head pub.

Although it is still daytime, the bar still looks very dark, and the surroundings are also filled with equally gloomy customers.

Most of them wore wide hoods, covering their entire faces.

Kyle walked to the bar and found Aberforth who was busy.

Then a spotlessly clean cup was placed in front of him.

“What would you like to drink?” Aberforth asked with a smile.

Kyle didn't react for a moment and stayed in place for a while.

"Oh, Merlin's beard, did you see it? That boss...he actually smiled just now!"

Someone spoke out what Kyle was thinking.

"Idiot, you must have drunk too much!" the person next to him said without raising his head: "This old goat always has only one expression. I would rather believe that Hogwarts will start a dark magic course tomorrow than believe that he will laugh. "

“I swear I saw it,” the man continued. “Really.”

“Okay, I take back what I just said.”

“You didn't drink too much, you drank too much fake wine.”

The two started arguing next to each other, and Kyle gradually came to his senses.

When he raised his head again, Aberforth had returned to his original appearance, with a straight face, as if everyone owed him five hundred galleons.

This makes sense... Kyle breathed a sigh of relief.

Aberforth's laugh was so scary, it felt like watching a troll teach a centaur to knit a sweater, which was full of dissonance.

It's still as good as it is now.

"Thank you..." Aberforth said in a voice that only Kyle could hear.

Kyle certainly knew what he meant.

Ariana has already been to the Pig Head Bar, and she probably told this stubborn old man the truth.

Kyle shook his head, "I'm not here to help you, I just happened to think of a possible solution to the problem, so I gave it a try.

"Seriously, if she doesn't join over there, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Anyway, you helped her." Aberforth brought a bottle of whiskey that was covered with dust. "It's not like a certain person who just walks around but can't solve the problem and almost kills himself. Take a ride in and live in vain for more than a hundred years without any brains...

"And he actually dared to hit me. Just wait, sooner or later I have to come back..."

Aberforth's tone was filled with deep contempt and resentment towards Dumbledore.

The hostility between the two did not seem to be eliminated because of Ariana's resurrection, but instead opened up a new track because of Dumbledore's previous punch.

Kyle wisely didn't answer.

It doesn't matter what happens to these two old men, just don't involve them.

Aberforth wiped the dust off the bottle and poured Kyle a glass.

“Try it, it's the authentic eighty-year-old Ogden Fire Whiskey, not the inferior wine that those idiots drank.”

When he said this, Aberforth did not lower his voice, and many people heard it.

Everyone looked at him in disbelief.

What's going on? Are counterfeit wine sellers so arrogant now?

Without any disguise?

"What are you looking at!" Aberforth said unceremoniously: "If you really want to drink, you can. It's thirty galleons a cup. Anyone who wants it can come over!"

So, everyone lowered their heads.

Can't afford it.

“Huh…” Aberforth sneered, “Do you still want to drink the real thing, Wuxi? There's no time in your dreams…”

Kyle continued to remain silent.

The reason why the Pig's Head Bar is so popular is not only because the environment here is suitable for dark wizards to meet, but also because these people can't afford to go to the Three Broomsticks, so they can only come here to make do.

Changing to a better bottle can be considered a psychological comfort in a sense.

Kyle picked up the cup, which was cleaner than the Three Broomsticks, and took a sip.

“How?” asked Aberforth.

“That's it.” Kyle pursed his lips.

The old man's face suddenly fell.

Although Kyle saved Ariana, it didn't mean that he could insult his store's treasure so casually.

A little wizard who is less than twenty years old knows nothing about Ogden. This is eighty years...

“Not as good as one hundred and fifty years old.”

Keir's words made Aberforth, who was about to speak, shut his mouth again.

Because he not only said that, he also took out an even older-looking glass bottle. Aberforth just glanced at the year on it, and the corners of his mouth twitched as if he were break dancing.

It's really a hundred and fifty years old...

However, he soon thought that of course Kyle could get this kind of wine. After all, he had been to 1899. Dumbledore also said when chatting that he seemed to have bought a lot of things at that time.

“Huh, I bet it doesn't smell like it has been aged for a long time.” Aberforth said, scratching his neck.

"It's different, the craftsmanship is different." Kyle shook his finger, "This batch of goods one hundred and fifty years ago was the work of Ogden's most talented winemaker. It was only from that time that the so-called The… Ogden Fire.”

Kyle shook the bottle, and the wine inside seemed to be on fire, reflecting a red color on the cloudy glass.

The real fire whiskey is one that really has fire, rather than becoming a brand like it is now.

"Sell me a bottle..." Aberforth couldn't move his eyes away.

“One price, eight hundred galleons.”

"Eight hundred..." Aberforth glared, "Why don't you go and grab it."

"As you said, grabbing money is so slow and risky." Kyle said, "Whether you want it or not, let me decide first. Eight hundred is still a friendly price. If it's in my store, it won't be less than a thousand." Maybe you can watch it.”

“Buy!” Aberforth's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, “You **** profiteer.”

“Each other.” Kyle smiled happily and handed over his shape-shifting lizard skin bag.

I didn't expect that I could complete a transaction during this trip.

Aberforth took the money and kept mumbling something, like, idiot, idiot, go back for nothing... something like that.

Not long after, Aberforth came back and threw the leather bag to Kyle angrily.

“Tell me, why are you coming to me this time?”

Kyle opened the leather bag and took a look at it, then put it away with satisfaction.

“It's a small thing, help pay attention to a few people.” Kyle said, and the wand hidden in his sleeve moved slightly.

“Close your ears and listen!”

"My place has been full every day lately." Aberforth raised his eyelids, "I can't possibly look at them all."

“Not all, just a few,” Kyle said. “The big guy in the corner, the witch sitting by the door, and the three on the table directly opposite.”

“Are they all Death Eaters?”

"Well, a real evil wizard." Kyle said, "Malfoy got the information from Crabbe and Goyle. These people have used the Killing Curse more than once, and they are also the most troublesome ones."

"Malfoy?" Aberforth raised his eyebrows, "He's the guy who wants to kill Dumbledore, right... How can he get information out of that situation?"

Apparently, Aberforth also knew the inside story.

"He seems to have made his secret mission public and gained the trust of Crabbe and Goyle." Kyle said, "It's an unexpected gain. I didn't expect Malfoy to be so capable."

“What do you want me to do?” asked Aberforth.

"Just watch," Kyle said. "The fact that they are still here means that the Death Eaters have done nothing and don't need to worry about them."

"What if they move?" Kyle didn't say anything, just lightly scratched his finger on the table.

Aberforth raised his eyebrows, "Those were five senior Death Eaters. I killed them all... You really think highly of me."

“You can also write me a letter,” Kyle said. “I wouldn't mind a trip.”

"But I don't want to waste the parchment." Aberforth sighed, "I understand, you can go back if you have nothing to do. Staying here will easily arouse others' suspicion.

“Professors from Hogwarts never come to the Hog's Head… neither do students.”

"It's okay." Kyle said nonchalantly: "They won't do anything recently anyway."

“But I don't want to see you again,” Aberforth said expressionlessly.

After paying eight hundred galleons, his gratitude to Kyle was instantly wiped out.

Tsk, Ariana's portion isn't heavy either... Kyle muttered to himself, got up and left the Pig's Head Bar.

After returning to school, the Quidditch game had just ended. The students returned to the castle in groups, discussing the game just now.

In the crowd, Kyle saw Malfoy again. There was still an open space around him, and no one wanted to get close to him. However, he, Crabbe, and Goyle were talking and laughing, and the three of them got back together again.

Kyle just glanced at it, turned around and left.

In the following period, the snow on the ground gradually melted, and Kyle's ancient rune class remained stable. It was held once a week, right after class, and would never be delayed.

Hermione didn't look too happy. She always had endless questions to ask, and she even found a way through the alchemical fog through self-study.

It wasn't until Kyle told her for sure that her current ability was enough to get an O in N.E.W.T., that Hermione came less often.

She seems to want to challenge her limits. Not only does she want to get more N.E.W.T certificates, but her grades are all O's.

Although Kyle doesn't think it's necessary...it's just a certificate, doesn't it suffice to have a hand?

But students have this kind of enthusiasm, and as a professor, it is not easy for him to dampen his enthusiasm.

Malfoy would still bring him some news from time to time, all about the recent plans of the Death Eaters.

I have to say that when he really makes up his mind to do something, he can still gain a lot.

Even Crabbe and Goyle were not important figures. Apart from the five Death Eaters in the Hog's Head Bar, most of what they knew was dispensable information.

But it's better than nothing.

Coupled with the other youngster Snape, all the Death Eaters, large and small, hidden around Hogwarts have basically surfaced.

During this period, Dumbledore seemed to suddenly become busy. Kyle didn't know what he was busy with, but he came to the cabin a few times and told some things.

It's not a big deal, the main thing is to keep Kyle away from school recently and wait for an opportunity with peace of mind.

As for what opportunity, he didn't say, and Kyle didn't ask.

Until another Quidditch match.

The students at Hogwarts rushed to the Quidditch pitch eagerly as usual.

But this time there were many fewer people in the crowd.

Malfoy wasn't here, and neither were Crabbe and Goyle.

Kyle, who was arranging magic symbols in the garden, suddenly heard the cry of the phoenix.

Looking up, Fawkes appeared inexplicably on the top of the Hogwarts tower.

"That's the principal's phoenix..." Hagrid also raised his head.

He naturally knew about the phoenix, but the phoenix's teeth didn't look like saws, and they weren't scary enough, so they didn't win Hagrid's favor and looked away after just one glance.

“It's strange, it never leaves the principal's office. What happened today?”

“Who knows.” Kyle said, “I'll go over and take a look.”

“Okay.” Hagrid didn't pay attention.

Kyle left the garden, took out the Firebolt, and flew as fast as possible to the tower where the Phoenix was.

The door was open, Crabbe and Goyle were lying on either side, Dumbledore was standing directly in front of the window, and Malfoy was opposite him. The two of them were standing exactly the same as they were a few years ago.

“Is this about to start?” Kyle asked.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded. "Tom seems a little impatient. He has urged Mr. Malfoy more than once. And while I am alive, he never dares to come out."

"Obviously he has defeated me and snatched the Elder Wand from my hand." Dumbledore sighed, "I thought this achievement would give him enough confidence, but Tom is still so cautious. "

“Were you really defeated by him?” Kyle's voice rose slightly.

"Yes, it was a disastrous defeat. Even the wand was turned into his trophy." Dumbledore spread his hands, indicating that he no longer had the essential weapon as a wizard.

Actually, Kyle had seen Dumbledore's other wand, which was a black wand.

It's just that most of the time, he didn't take it out and just chose to use wandless spells to solve the problem.

This time is no exception.

"Then, let's get started." Dumbledore looked at Malfoy, "Minerva and Severus are already on their way here, as we agreed before."

"Okay, okay..." Malfoy raised his wand tremblingly.

"Wait a minute." At this time, Kyle suddenly interrupted them, looked around, took out his wand, and lifted up Crabbe who was lying on the ground.

“You are…”

"You don't want Fawkes to achieve nirvana for you." Kelti shook Crabbe, "There must be someone to resist the death curse, don't waste it, and even if you die, let others see it."

The vein on Dumbledore's forehead jumped.

“This is school, Kyle!”

“I know, but...”

"No, Crabbe is still a student." Dumbledore said again, with a firm tone?

“Tsk, that's really troublesome.” Kyle threw Crabbe aside, opened the box again, and pulled out another unconscious Death Eater from inside.

"I asked Cedric. This man once used dark magic items to take the lives of five Muggles. He also killed an Auror and two strikers during a Death Eater operation. There is no problem. Come on."

Dumbledore's lips twitched, acquiescing.

Kyle skillfully took out a bottle of potion.

"No need," Dumbledore said, stopping Kyle from pulling out his hair.

"Polyjuice potion has a time limit and is not suitable." As he spoke, a black wand appeared out of thin air in his hand, pointing at the Death Eater.

In the blink of an eye, another Dumbledore appeared.

Kyle raised his wand and held him to the window. "Professor, are you sure others can't see this?"

"I am very confident in my Transfiguration." Dumbledore said, "I don't know if I have mentioned it to you, but I have been a Transfiguration professor for a long time."

Looking at the skilled cooperation between the two, Malfoy's hands trembled even more.

He subconsciously wondered if he had not chosen to betray the Dark Lord, but had acted according to his original plan. Would it be him who was holding the wand against the window now?

Thinking of this, Malfoy's hands were not only shaking, but his legs were starting to feel weak, and he might sit on the ground at any time.

“Move quickly.” Dumbledore urged: “Minerva is already downstairs. The less people know about this, the more we can deceive Tom, just like Alastor.”

Kyle glanced at Dumbledore subconsciously and said nothing. He just steadily sent the other Dumbledore to the window and adjusted the distance slightly.

At this time, there were chaotic and rapid footsteps outside, and the professors had arrived.

Kyle decisively turned his wand and pointed it at Malfoy.

“Expelliarmus!”

Malfoy subconsciously stretched his wand forward.

He did not recite any magic spell, but a lightning-like death curse exploded from the tip of his staff.

It's like setting off a very tasteless firework.

Without any resistance, the death curse fell on 'Dumbledore' in front of the window impartially, and everything around him stopped.

　　Bang!

At almost the same time, the door of the tower was also knocked open.

A tabby cat jumped in and transformed into Professor McGonagall in mid-air, with Snape following closely behind.

The first thing they saw was Malfoy's wand spinning into Kyle's hand.

Dumbledore was pushed out of the window by some powerful force in the green light that had not had time to dissipate.

Professor McGonagall's scream was choked in her throat, unable to make a sound or move. She stared blankly at Dumbledore falling from the tall tower.

(End of this chapter)

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