Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 805 Animagus

 “Pretend to be Dumbledore?”

"I dont go!"

In the carriage, Kyle quickly threw the envelope to Professor McGonagall, and at the same time cursed in his mind, who had this bad idea?

How dare you pretend to be Dumbledore? What if Death Eaters suddenly attack Hogwarts? Although the probability of this happening is very small, it is not completely impossible.

After all, Voldemort has already obtained the Elder Wand. What if his self-confidence is over the top and he decides to start a decisive battle directly? The first person Voldemort will look for will definitely be Dumbledore. Then wouldn’t he be doomed?

And taking a step back, even if the Death Eaters didn't attack Hogwarts, it would be embarrassing enough if he was exposed while pretending to be Dumbledore.

Thinking of this, Kyle even wanted to open the window and jump out and run away.

"Don't refuse in a hurry." Professor McGonagall put the letter back on the table.

“Dumbledore gave you this task by name, which shows that he believes that you can do it well, and that you are the only one who is most suitable.”

"No, no, no, I think Professor McGonagall can do it too." Kyle refused again.

"I can't." Professor McGonagall shook her head, "I still have to go to class, and I also have to attend the opening party, so I don't have time at all."

 “That Professor Flitwick…”

"They are all the same." Professor McGonagall interrupted Kyle, "Including all the professors at Hogwarts, they are not suitable for this task."

"What about Sirius?" Kyle immediately thought of people outside the school. "I think he is quite idle all day long, teaching Harry about Animagus transformation, but there has been no progress so far."

"No." Professor McGonagall continued to shake her head, "Dumbledore doesn't want too many people to know that he is not in school, including members of the Order of the Phoenix."

"But…"

“Dumbledore said he would give you a satisfactory reward.”

　　　…”

 “What reward?”

"I don't know." Professor McGonagall shook her head, "In fact, what I just said is the exact words he said in the letter. If you can make everyone believe that he is still in school, he will issue a letter that will make you absolutely Satisfactory remuneration...you will know for yourself.”

Kyle stopped talking.

 There is one thing to say, Dumbledore has always been reliable in what he says...a reward that satisfies him...

 Subconsciously, Kyle picked up the envelope on the table.

 “You agree?” Professor McGonagall chuckled.

“Besides, let me take a look first.” Kyle opened the envelope and said, “Let’s talk about it first. Even if I agree, it’s not for any reward. It’s mainly because I don’t want to see everyone anxious.”

  “No need to explain.”

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 “That’s right.”

 The three deans all pursed their lips and agreed.

It doesn’t work if you don’t purse your lips. The thing hasn’t been done yet. It would be bad if you laugh.

At the same time, Kyle had also taken out the letter Dumbledore had given him. The content was similar to what Professor McGonagall said, which was to pretend to be him and show up in school. Don't reveal your secret, and he would be given to you later. Give yourself a satisfactory reward.

There is also a small bag under the envelope, which contains a bottle of magic potion and a bunch of hair. It's not too much, but it's not a lot. Kyle roughly counted about fifty strands.

But to be honest, it is not easy for a man of Dumbledore's age to be able to cut off so much hair.

 There is also a small note inside.

“Use it in transformation, remember to put it in the box Nico gave you for later use.

"Another: It shouldn't be difficult for you to get Polyjuice Potion, so I just prepared one bottle, (don't go to Severus, he doesn't know what I'm doing.

"Good luck."

“Ha, you really look up to me.” Kyle picked up the bottle and took a look.

This amount can probably last for about two hours, just enough to survive the entrance banquet in the evening.

How stingy? Didn't he think that it would take a month to brew the polyjuice potion, and African tree snake skin was not easy to get? What if someone came to him during this period?

Kyle shook his head and put the bag aside.

Another thing he was more concerned about was that Dumbledore didn't seem to tell Snape about this, including the fact that he was the only dean who didn't come to **** the students today.

 Are there any other arrangements? I'm still worried that he will reveal the secret... I shouldn't. With Snape's level of Occlumency, Voldemort should not be able to see through it.

Kyle frowned, but he still couldn't guess what Dumbledore was thinking.

But this way, he will be in a bit of trouble.

Kyle originally thought of asking Snape for the Polyjuice Potion, but now that he has to keep it a secret, this method won't work.

Or you can go to Slughorn's place. Kyle remembered that when he started school last year, in order to demonstrate his superb potion skills to the students, he boiled a large pot of polyjuice potion.

 Perhaps this process will be the same this year.

Or you can go to Fred and George. They had Polyjuice Potion in their shop before. Although it was destroyed once by Death Eaters, they should still have it in stock... After all, this kind of potion is very troublesome to brew and takes a long time. It takes a long time, so usually potion merchants use the largest crucible, making a lot at a time and selling them slowly.

And Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes is so big and has so many varieties, it’s impossible to put them all on display.

 If there is none, he can also go to Dean Sasia... Of course, this cannot be purchased in his own name.

Kyle didn’t realize at all that when he was thinking this, he had already tacitly agreed to help.

 The three deans looked at each other and smiled, and they all tacitly agreed not to mention this matter again.

The train continued to drive towards Hogwarts, and the time soon reached noon.

The cart selling snacks creaked and stopped at the door of the box.

 “Children, do you want to buy something to eat?”

 Professor McGonagall opened the box door.

"Oh, Minerva." The old witch pushing the cart looked a little surprised. "It seems that the rumors are true. You will also take the train today."

 “Yes, to protect students.” Professor McGonagall said.

“That’s great, do you want to buy anything? I guarantee the licorice wand will taste exactly like it did sixty years ago.”

"That's indeed what I like to eat." Originally, Professor McGonagall had no intention of buying anything, but after hearing what the other party said, she couldn't help but buy a few licorice wands.

Then the cart squeaked and stopped in front of the box in front.

 Professor McGonagall closed the door and handed out the licorice wand to everyone.

“Thank you, Professor,” Kyle said, then put it aside.

In addition, he also noticed that Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout also made the same move. Apparently they didn't like this snack that much.

"She's right, it tastes the same as it did sixty years ago." Professor McGonagall took a small bite of the licorice wand and said with a smile.

“Sixty years ago?” Kyle asked curiously, “Was she on the train at that time?”

"Even earlier." Professor McGonagall explained: "In fact, she had been working for a long time when I was in school, and there was almost no change between her then and now."

“Then she must be over a hundred years old.” Kyle looked out of the box in surprise.

“At least one hundred and seventy years old,” said Professor McGonagall, “because she was the sales witch on the train when Dumbledore was in school.”

 “Then she’s really well taken care of.” Kyle muttered.

 The appearance has not changed in sixty years, so it can be regarded as well maintained.

"Kyle, it will be a long time before we arrive at Hogwarts, don't you buy something to eat?" Professor Sprout took out a few pies, "fennel and beef filling, if you like, I can Give you one."

Not just her, Professor Flitwick also prepared lunch, which was apple pie, but there was only one, but he generously said that Kyle could share half of it if he liked it. "No, no, I have some too." Kyle smiled and rejected their kindness.

Although this time he was suddenly dragged onto the train without any preparation, he still had a suitcase.

In the shocked eyes of the professors, Kyle dragged out a whole cured ham, which was too big to fit on the small table in the private room.

“You...have this with you?” Professor Flitwick couldn't help but ask while holding his apple pie.

 “Ah, a little snack.” Kyle said casually.

This is not over yet. After the cured ham, there is flour and water. This was originally prepared for the moon-crazy beasts. Although they can eat the herbs grown in the box, they occasionally need special meals. The function of the flour is to roll the food into balls. Easy to dry...he learned this from Newt.

But now these just come in handy.

Under Kyle's command, the flour and water were mixed together and stirred continuously, and soon they were automatically divided into small pieces of dough, and then turned into round pancakes.

 Suddenly a small ball of flame appeared in the air, and the pancakes were slowly turning on the flame.

 "Gublai Fairy Fire!" Professor McGonagall, who was well-informed, quickly recognized the origin of the flame.

 Her voice rose slightly, "You use this precious magic item to bake pancakes?"

"Yes, magic is meant to make life easier." Kyle nodded and said naturally: "And this thing is very efficient."

 Just like what he said, in just a few minutes, the surface of the dough turned into a beautiful brown color.

 After that, several slices of ham passed over the flames in a row, and then jumped into the dough that was automatically separated from the middle.

 Because it is cured ham, there is no need to add seasonings.

“Professor, do you want to try it?” Kyle handed a meat pie to Professor McGonagall.

 Professor McGonagall subconsciously took it and took a bite.

To be honest, the taste is not that good, but it is okay, and because of the Gubulai fairy fire, this pancake has some extra points.

Even for her, this was the first time she ate pancakes baked with Gubrai fairy fire. This feeling was quite wonderful, and there was a strange luxury.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall somewhat understood why Dumbledore wanted Kyle to replace him.

 In a sense, the two of them are quite similar. For example, they can always do some puzzling things...or to put it more bluntly, their brains are abnormal.

There are only a handful of wizards in the entire magical world who possess the Gubler Fairy Fire. One by one of these people, they all carefully preserve it as a treasure. Apart from Kyle, there is probably no one who can take it out to bake pancakes. Two people.

Professor McGonagall looked at Kyle. He had already divided the remaining two meatloaf between Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout, and was now busy again.

It’s just that this time he didn’t use the Gubler Immortal Fire, but used an ordinary fire magic. A few wisps of flames surrounded the dough, distributing heat evenly.

 “Why did you change your approach?” Professor McGonagall asked curiously.

“Ah, I just remembered that I have burned dementors with Gubler’s fire before.” Kyle said, “If you use it to heat food, it will taste a bit strange.”

 The box fell into silence for an instant.

Professor Flitwick looked at the half-eaten meatloaf in his hand, and then at Kyle, his face dropped, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I just remembered it." Kyle said, "Actually, it's okay. This kind of flame is very clean, so feel free to eat it."

 “Well…I’d better eat my apple pie,” Professor Flitwick said.

 It's okay if Kyle didn't say it, but he was a little confused when he said it.

 The remaining two professors also put their things on the table.

“Then don’t waste this, take it back to Hogwarts and feed it to Fangya, it won’t be picky.”

 …

While Kyle was busy, Professor McGonagall looked at him and suddenly asked: "By the way, you mentioned just now that Sirius is teaching Potter the Animagus?"

“Yeah, it’s to give him the ability to protect himself.” Kyle nodded, controlling the flame to rotate evenly under the cured ham.

"It's only been a month, and there's been no progress at all... Of course, this has little to do with Sirius, mainly because Harry eats mandrake leaves as a snack.

“I estimate that the mandrake leaves he ate were half a kilo.”

The prerequisite for learning Animagus is to hold a mandrake leaf in his mouth for a month, but Harry couldn't hold on for even a day.

 The longest time was eight hours. I spent the whole day cautiously. I had to drink some porridge for meals, and then swallowed the leaves while sleeping.

 That is to say, Sirius's family is well off, so that Harry can eat valuable mandrake leaves as snacks.

"Speaking of this..." Professor McGonagall asked: "Are you interested in learning this magic? I believe your basic abilities are fine. If you want to learn, I can teach you this semester."

"Animagus?" Kyle was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "Forget it, I'm not interested."

"Not interested in?"

 “It’s mainly of no use.” Kyle raised his head and said.

If the Animagus could turn him into a magical animal, then Kyle would have to learn anything.

 Not to mention the fire dragon, a top animal like the poison leopard can easily pass through gaps even if it becomes a sniffer.

 But if it were just an ordinary animal, it would not be so attractive.

　　Previously, Kyle felt that the greatest function of the Animagus was its concealment. It could turn into an animal to find out information, or escape if it could not defeat the opponent.

 But he has no use for either situation.

 A Niffler, or Bowtruckle, can also help him find out information, and is safer and more concealed.

As for escaping, it was good five years ago, but now... To be honest, there are not many wizards who can force him to escape, and if he can't escape with a ring, there is no use turning into an animal.

 So at this stage, Animagus is a bit useless to him.

And this kind of magic also has the biggest limitation, that is, after turning into an ordinary animal, it will be subject to various restrictions, and there is no way to change back immediately.

For example, Rita Skeeter, after she turned into a beetle, an ordinary bottle could trap her.

There is also Professor McGonagall’s tabby cat. If someone catches her, there is no way to change her back. If the other person wants to, they can easily crush her to death.

This limitation is equivalent to finding a weakness for yourself. It is also for this reason that Kyle has always been hesitant to learn this magic.

Oh, by the way, Animagus is still the only one known to have the ability to escape from Azkaban.

 But this Kyle is not needed either. He has an acquaintance there...maybe they are gone, but he can squeeze in another one.

 In short, it is much easier than turning into an animal and escaping.

Kyle gave a rough explanation. After listening, Professor McGonagall thought for a while and said nothing more.

Indeed, Animagus was of little help to Kyle. Although this magic can detect a wizard's level of transformation, the superb level of transformation he showed at Lupin's wedding last time did not require Animagus. Maggs came to prove something.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall didn’t mention it again, Kyle also breathed a sigh of relief.

 In fact, apart from these, he has another reason that is not a reason...

Although it has never been truly confirmed, in most cases the wizard's patronus corresponds to the Animagus form.

If the Patronus is a cat, then the Animagus will most likely be a cat... just like Professor McGonagall.

There is also Sirius, whose patronus is a dog, and James Potter's patronus is a stag, which also corresponds to his nickname of Prongs.

 One of them can be said to be accidental, but so many of them are like this, it’s hard to say.

 Actually, this is nothing, but Kyle’s patron saint is a jellyfish, an aquatic animal. What if Animagus also turns into a jellyfish?

 When the time comes, he transforms and falls to the ground with a thud. How embarrassing.

 …

 (End of this chapter)