Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 811 Dinner together

Perhaps because his identity has been exposed, Kyle has no interest in continuing to hang out after Luna left.

 He continued walking forward for a while, and when he was only a few steps away from the auditorium, he turned around and walked up the stairs again.

Although Professor McGonagall meant for him to go around the auditorium, thinking about it carefully, Dumbledore seemed to have not been to the auditorium outside of banquets in recent years. This could be regarded as maintaining his character.

 And a few students saw him on the way here, which is enough. Being too deliberate would be bad.

After returning to the eighth floor, Kyle took off his robe and put on his own clothes. At the same time, he took out the things that were randomly stuffed into the drawer and put them back to their original place...in the small storage room in the corner.

 In the portrait, the principals are still happily engaging in their latest entertainment activity, engaging in a fair one-on-one duel with Phineas.

 Fair indeed.

They generously stated that they would allow Phineas to use the wand, and they would only need to use the Celtic-made ‘iron-cone eggplant’.

 For a wizard, the wand is the most powerful weapon. Looking at it this way, Phineas still gets the advantage.

But there is only one problem, that is, the portrait is not a wizard and cannot use magic.

 So the wand in Phineas's hand was no different from a stick.

Using a wooden stick to fight against an iron lump that was more than one meter long and covered with sharp spikes... When this duel began, the outcome was already doomed.

Phineas was chased all over the place, and the soles of his shoes were almost wearing out sparks.

After watching it for a while, Kyle finally felt a lot better after being discovered by Luna.

 “Damn it, it’s all your fault!”

Phineas ran to the painting closest to Kyle in embarrassment, pulled out an iron awl from his butt, and yelled at him: "I don't care, you have to draw a weapon for me!"

“There’s no more paint.” Kyle spread his hands, “There’s only so much I can find in the storage room, and we’ve all used it up just now.”

As he spoke, he glanced at the discarded iron awl... Is the thing he drew so weak?

  No, this section should have been painted later, because the paint at the connection was a little lighter and it fell off.

 Have to improve it next time.

“You’re lying!” Phineas shouted, “I’ve seen it all, there’s still a lot on that plate, it’s more than enough to draw two more!”

“Ah, that’s because I remembered it wrong.” Kyle continued: “But I have other things to do now, and I really don’t want to draw, so why don’t we talk about it tomorrow.”

"no!"

 “Stop, don’t try to run!”

Before Phineas could finish his words, the witch who was dueling him came after him. The weapon in her hand went straight to his butt, and she didn't seem to have any intention of holding back.

 “Enough, **** it…”

Phineas shouted, and could only continue to run away in embarrassment, while looking at Kyle again.

“I don’t care, you live in my ancestral home and use it as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. You must pay me rent!”

 “The Black family still lacks this little money?” Kyle curled his lips.

"Who are you looking down on!" Phineas said like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "Of course the Black family is rich, but you also have to pay my rent."

"Okay, tell me the number, and I'll ask the principal to give it to you when he comes back." Kyle said, "He's rich, so he won't be short of these three melons and two dates."

“I don’t want galleons, I want weapons.” Phineas said as he ran, “I want a bigger weapon than you gave Dippet!”

 “Good boy, how dare you hold a grudge!”

Armando Dippet, who was watching the show, suddenly couldn't sit still, got up and joined what was supposed to be a one-on-one battle.

To be honest, his behavior was a bit ungrateful, but who asked Phineas to seek death? Others just pretended not to see it.

 “Hmm…okay.”

Kyle looked at the time. It was still a while before the effect of the polyjuice potion ended, so he just thought of it as passing the time.

 He turned the palette over again.

"What style do you want? A mountain axe, a two-handed sword, or a spear."

"With your level of painting, you still want me to choose?" Phineas's voice came from a distance, "Draw the same one as before, just use it."

The corner of Kyle's mouth twitched.

How dare you laugh at yourself?

He knew that what he drew was not very good, but so what, Principal Dippet was so happy when he held it, why didn't he dislike it?

Kyle remained calm, continued to smile, and pointed his wand on the portrait of the knight.

 As the saying goes, a child becomes familiar twice. As an aboriginal knight, he has become indifferent to Kyle's behavior and even has the leisure to make suggestions.

 “I think you should make it longer.”

"How to say?"

"The principals have never used this kind of weapon. It is longer and has a wider attack range. They should like it."

 “That makes sense…”

Kyle thought for a while and directly lengthened the position of the handle, making the whole work look more...nondescript.

 Twenty minutes later.

"Principal Phineas, I'm done." Kyle reminded him in a loud voice.

　　"Haha Dipet, you're done..." Phineas's screams were mixed with excited shouts, and he ran over here desperately.

 But there is someone faster than him.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Another principal with curly hair had been waiting here for a long time. As soon as Kyle finished speaking, he took the weapon... let's call it a weapon.

"Spurr, put it down..." Phineas's voice came from far away, "That's mine!"

"Yes, Mr. Principal." Kyle said pretendingly, "That's the rent I paid to Principal Phineas. Please return it to him."

"First come, first served, it's mine now." The principal named Spurr said, "By the way, thank you for reminding me, kid. I was so engrossed in watching it just now that I almost forgot about the business."

 He winked at Kyle.

“I didn’t mean to remind you, it has nothing to do with me.” Kyle shook his head repeatedly. Firmly denying this statement, "The only person I want to remind you from the beginning to the end is Principal Phineas."

"I know."

 “Okay, you two...” Phineas, who had managed to run over after stiffening his sticks, looked at Kyle angrily.

 “I didn’t get this one, you have to draw another one for me.”

“It can’t be done.” Kyle shook his head and picked up the empty palette. “There is really no paint this time.”

He probably used the paint left over by Principal Dippet. There wasn't much paint to begin with, so it was barely enough to be able to paint two things, not to mention that the second one was an extra-long one.

“And Principal Black, no matter how many paintings I draw, you can’t take them away, so why bother.”

"You..." Phineas muttered something that Kyle couldn't understand.

But at this time, Kyle found that the wrinkles on his hands had disappeared without knowing when, and his robe became much more fitting.

 He became himself again.

“It’s finally done.” Kyle glanced at the principals who were playing games again and waved to Fox.

 Phoenix immediately flew over, grabbed Kyle's finger, and with a flash of fire, they disappeared into the principal's office.

 In unison, the portraits all fell silent.

 “What do you think of him?” asked a witch.

Dilys Derwent, also the headmaster of Hogwarts, was also a famous healer at St. Mungo's and left a portrait there.

"What do you mean, Albus never said he would train him to be the headmaster." Another wizard said.

 “But he has never let others pretend to be himself.”

   “Those are two different things.”     “I trust my instincts.”

 “You are just a painting, do you have intuition?”

"Okay, why are you arguing about this?" Armando Dippet interrupted the quarrel between the two, "These are issues that Albus should consider. We are just mascots. Do you think you can still think and do it for others?" Any ideas?"

With that said, he handed the stick in his hand to Delise, "If you feel unhappy, please join us. It's very interesting. All we can do now is have fun by ourselves."

 …

 Meanwhile, at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Phoenix took Kyle directly to the restaurant.

 Their sudden appearance startled Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, Merlin, you should have told me in advance." After reacting, she stepped forward and patted Kyle. "How does it feel to be back at school again?"

 “General.” Kyle shook his head, “I feel like I’ve been fooled.”

 “Stop talking nonsense, Dumbledore wouldn’t do that.”

 “That’s not necessarily the case,” Kyle said.

 It was because the other party was Dumbledore that he felt this way.

“Let’s not talk about this anymore.” Kyle glanced around, “Why is everything here empty, where are the tableware.”

"Packed away." Mrs. Weasley said, "We just happened to be moving today, and we will need those things after we get back."

 “Moving? Where to move?”

 “St Catchpole, of course,” said Mrs. Weasley.

“But isn’t this the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix?” Kyle asked.

"There is no conflict." Mrs. Weasley explained: "If there is any important meeting, we will still come, but there is no need to live here all the time. In any case, it is more comfortable in our own home."

 “Then before we…”

"Mainly to protect Harry and the children." Mrs. Weasley continued: "Even last year, it was the same. When you went to school, we would go home separately until there were important things or Hogwarts was on holiday. The day will come again.”

Mrs. Weasley stuffed a large package into the box.

“In fact, after you went to school, the members of the Order of the Phoenix seldom got together frequently. I don’t want to stay alone in such a big house every day with that crazy witch.”

The mad witch she was talking about was Mrs. Black, a picture of someone who would curse at the slightest noise.

 “Okay, that’s it.” Kyle nodded in understanding.

“Since you’re back, it’s a good time to help.” Mrs. Weasley handed Kyle a huge suitcase.

“I can’t finish so many things by myself. I thought I would have to make two trips.”

"This is simple." Kyle opened his suitcase, stuffed the suitcase in, and stuffed the things in Mrs. Weasley's hand into it as well.

 “How convenient.” Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, “It’s much easier now.”

“Why don’t you make a box for the Invisible Stretch Spell?” Kyle walked outside with her and asked doubtfully.

Although this spell is very complicated, it shouldn't be a problem for the Weasley family.

Mr. Weasley can even invent a car that can fly and become invisible. How could he not make a box with a traceless stretching spell?

 “Why not? It’s the one I gave you before.” Mrs. Weasley said. She glanced back to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything before locking the door.

 “I mean, make it bigger.”

"Can't do it," Mrs. Weasley said, glancing at Kyle.

 “There’s something you may not know…or maybe you’ve never noticed.”

“The Traceless Stretch Spell is not a spell that can be used infinitely. Its stability is actually very poor. After it exceeds a certain size, the space extended by the spell will collapse.”

　　“That’s fine for me.”

“Sure, think about who gave it to you.”

 “Newt Scamander.”

"That's right, Mr. Scamander." Mrs. Weasley said, "The most talked about thing about him is that magical suitcase. If it can be made casually with the Invisible Stretch Charm, what do you think? Is it still amazing?”

"I don't know the reason for this, but as far as I know, there is no other suitcase in the entire magical world... Oh, no, it should be the third one now.

“I guess he must have put a lot of effort into it. It’s hard to find something that can keep the Traceless Stretch Spell stable.”

Kyle was slightly startled. He seemed to have never thought about this issue. He has always put whatever he has in the box directly. Even if he occasionally makes an object for a traceless stretching spell, it is not that big.

Then the two came to an old telephone booth with peeling paint.

 “You come first,” said Mrs. Weasley.

This was built by people from the Order of the Phoenix and was specially used for apparation. There were Muggle expulsion spells around it to prevent anyone from entering it by mistake.

Kyle nodded and walked in, apparating back to the village of St. Catchpole and in front of the garden of the Burrow.

 A few minutes later, Mrs. Weasley returned.

 After arriving here, she felt relaxed, and even looked at the gnomes in the garden with ease.

“Let’s clean them up later. I have to tidy up the house first.” She asked, “Kyle, do you want to go home first?”

"Ah, no need." Kyle shook his head and said, "Let me help you clean it up, it will go faster."

“No problem, you can come with Chris for dinner in the evening. You haven’t had dinner here for a long time.”

 “It’s been almost two years,” Kyle said.

 Ever since his sixth year when Voldemort came back, he had been living in the safer Grimmauld Place during holidays. Even if he came back occasionally, he would leave quickly and rarely spend the night here.

The two of them walked into the Burrow.

Mrs. Weasley was responsible for putting the things she brought back into their proper places, while Kyle cleaned the dust off the furniture and chased away pests, goblins and the like.

Wherever wizards have lived, there are always vixens and goblins attracted, and they like to stay where there are traces of magic.

　　Not just the Burrow, but the Kyle family as well, but the foxy kid who ran to his house would become a snack for the old cat in less than ten minutes.

Although Ginny also had a cat nugget, which was given to her by Fred and George, the little guy was obviously not as smart as Tom.

By the way, the name of the cat in Kyle’s family is Tom. It is a very common name in the wizarding world and does not refer to a specific person.

 …

 It went on like this until nine o'clock in the evening. It must be that the news of the move was known in advance, and everyone working in the Ministry of Magic came back.

Kyle also helped Mrs. Weasley prepare a large sumptuous dinner.

"Mom, tonight...Oh, Kyle, when did you come back!" Fred ran over in surprise.

 “Noon,” Kyle said.

 “Where have you been these two days?”

"Don't ask so many questions, just hurry up and get ready for dinner." Mrs. Weasley interrupted George, and then looked to the other side, "Arthur, Bill and Charlie, why haven't they come back yet."

"It should be soon," said Mr. Weasley. "Lupin and Nymphadora have already gone to change shifts."

 “Then don’t wait for them.”

A few people set up the table in the garden and sat together as before.

But they haven't had dinner together like this for a long time. Because of the Death Eaters, everyone has had endless things to do in the past two years.

 At Mr. Weasley's suggestion, everyone raised their glasses together and clinked them together.

“Kyle, you should be okay recently.” Fred asked after taking a sip of butterbeer.

 “No.” Kyle thought for a while and said.

"How about working at the Ministry of Magic?" George's eyes lit up. "Let me tell you, the work in the Ministry has been very interesting recently."

“Forget it about going to the Ministry of Magic.” Kyle shook his head, “Actually, I plan to go to France.”

 (End of this chapter)