Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 819 Locknir’s gift

 “You raise your wand and put your hand so low to give your enemy a pedicure?”

“And you, don’t squeeze so tightly, you are using magic, not peeling potatoes with a stick.”

“Don’t be nervous. Releasing magic is not a painful thing, and you don’t need to use your face to exert force. If it doesn’t work, just imagine that you are conducting a concert. As a French wizard, you should have listened to the concert.”

 …

Having to admit, what Kyle saw on the first day really shocked him.

Whether it is the teaching conditions, the alchemy classroom or the delicious food, they are far superior to Hogwarts.

 But after seeing the magic level of Beauxbatons students today, he also felt incredible...It was incredible.

 Judging from the appearance of some students, they should be in the third or fourth grade, but their level of magic is really not that good... To say it is ordinary is a compliment.

Punching the wand directly on the ground after reciting the curse. In Hogwarts, even second-year students would not be able to make such a stupid mistake, but it is common here.

Some people seem to have a grudge against the magic wand and want to crush it with their fingers.

 Perhaps this is a question of level among professors.

Professor Flitwick is most concerned about the hand gestures of students when reciting incantations. He will remind them at least three times after a class, and once he finds that someone has made a mistake, he will immediately step forward to correct it.

But the professors at Beauxbatons don't seem to have this habit, which also leads to the students here making all kinds of weird wand gestures.

Although for some powerful wizards, it doesn't matter how you hold the wand, but the prerequisite is that you have that kind of strength.

As for the Beauxbatons students, Kyle was afraid that they would hit him when they used magic.

 He originally thought this was a relatively easy job... It turns out that the rent is not cheap at all.

Kyle stayed in the training hall for two days and said more than he had in the past two months combined, so that during this period he didn't have time to think about the time turner.

 As for the Beauxbatons students... they should have been reminded by Ms. Maxim in advance, and what happened on the first day did not happen again.

  No, it should be said that not only did no one confront him, but more and more people came to accept his advice. The training hall, which originally had only a few people here and there, was actually overcrowded on the third day.

Kyle was surrounded by a large group of people and didn't even have time to drink water.

Kanna glanced at him for a moment, and then left without looking back, with no intention of stepping forward to help.

It wasn’t until lunch that Kyle could finally take a breath, but the food that was originally very delicious now tasted tasteless.

 No, he must find a reason this afternoon...

 “Aha, I knew it was you.”

Just as he was thinking about it, a man suddenly walked to the seat next to Kyle and sat down.

 “Mr. Locknear!” Kyle looked at the visitor in surprise.

 “Is it necessary to show this expression?” Locknier said, “Or you don’t know, I work at Beauxbatons.”

 “I know.” Kyle nodded.

 Locknir, a magical animal expert he met when he followed Newt to the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary a few years ago.

At that time, they did business once. Locknir spent a lot of money to weigh out some incomplete fire dragon scales and other materials from Kyle.

The reason he used at that time was that he prepared it for the Beauxbatons alchemy classroom, so Kyle naturally knew that he was here.

What's more, during the Triwizard Tournament, he also appeared as Beauxbatons' team professor for a period of time.

“Although I have known it for a long time, I am still a little surprised...well, it should be a surprise.”

"This is your fault." Locknir was a little unhappy, "Since you know I'm here, why haven't you looked for me for so many days."

“I don’t have time.” Kyle spread his hands, “I’m almost **** in the training hall now, and I can only leave for a while every day when I’m eating and sleeping.”

He glanced at the time and said, "No, I'm going there again soon."

“Ah, I know.” Locknir, who had a serious expression on his face, suddenly laughed.

“There is a new professor in the training hall instructing students to practice magic spells, and the news has spread throughout the school.”

"I went over to take a look this morning out of curiosity...but there were too many people at that time, and you have changed a lot in the past few years, so I just think it looks like it, but I'm not sure it's you."

“But it’s okay now.” Locknir continued: “Olim has been thinking about finding a more suitable professor of Charms. She has been happy these past two days…”

As if he realized what he said wrongly, Rocknir suddenly closed his mouth, glanced down at the time, and said slightly stiffly: "Ah, that's about it. I have something else to do, so I won't disturb you anymore."

With that said, he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Don't worry, Mr. Rocknear." Kyle grabbed him quickly.

Although he shut his mouth in time, Kyle still guessed some details that he didn't know before.

 First of all, the reason why there are so many people going to the training hall is probably because Maxim was behind it. Although the word of mouth spread among the students very quickly, the number of people could not increase that much at once.

And Maxim also knows how tired she has been these two days, but she is still happy?

Kyle narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "As you said, I rarely come to Beauxbatons once, so I always want to catch up on old times. I just happened to bring a bottle of good wine."

“Aren’t you still going to the training hall?” Locknir struggled to pull his arm back, but failed several times. Kyle seemed to be prepared and held on very tightly.

“It’s only half a day, it doesn’t matter. Besides, I have a legitimate reason. As a newcomer to magical zoology, of course I have to visit an expert in this field.

“Whatever this reason is, Ms. Maxim will definitely not refuse it.”

“But I still have classes in the afternoon.” Locknir hesitated, “How about another day.”

 “Today is Saturday.”

 “But I don’t like drinking.”

"That's just right. We can have a good talk about magical beasts in a clear-headed state." Kyle didn't give Locknear another chance to make excuses. He stood up and pulled him out of the auditorium.

"Mr. Scamander just revised the new version of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" some time ago. There are some parts that I don't understand. I would like to ask for your opinion."

 Locknir feels miserable.

 Ms. Maxim finally found a useful labor force that could slightly improve Beauxbatons students' weakness in magic. If Kyle found a reason to run away, she would never spare herself.

 The result is probably that he will be rolled into a ball, stuffed into a Quidditch box, and participate in the next game in person.

And if you don't understand "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", you can just ask Newt and ask him what he does... He is just a civet cat breeder, how dare he be compared with a master like Newt.

"I…"

Locknir wanted to say something more, but Kyle let go of his arm at this moment and jumped out of the auditorium quickly.

“Professor Locknear, I’ll wait for you outside.”

Kyle's voice was still echoing in the auditorium, but the person was already more than ten meters away.

Locknir's face was uglier than after eating a pound of bitter melon roots. He didn't expect Kyle to be so decisive.

It can be said that from the time he shouted those words, no matter where Kyle went, it didn't matter whether he was really with him or not.

 Because everyone will think that they are together.

Locknir felt that the originally bright ceiling had become extremely gloomy, as if countless storms were brewing, just like Ms. Maxim's face tomorrow.

 There was no other way, he could only follow.

 No matter what, he at least needs to know Kyle's whereabouts.

Locknier ran out of the auditorium, searched around the huge campus, and finally found Kyle standing next to the magic fountain.

“This is the masterpiece of Mr. Nicoléme, who donated it to the school to commemorate the meeting between himself and Ms. Perenelle.”

Locknier walked over and said: "And this fountain also has magical functions. Regular contact can beautify and heal some injuries. You can let your beautiful girlfriend try it."

　　After hearing what he said, Kangna who was following behind subconsciously put her hand into the fountain. “Is it so magical?” Kyle also tried it.

The spring water enveloped her hand like clouds, and seemed like the morning breeze carrying dewdrops.

“Tell me, Ms. Maxim, would you mind if I take some away?”

"She certainly doesn't mind," said Locknir, "but after these springs leave Beauxbatons, they will become ordinary and no longer have that magical power.

"But if you like, you can stay longer, and Ms. Maxim won't mind either."

His intention is obvious, to keep Kyle and make up for his mistake of letting slip.

"I'll forget it..." Kyle said with a smile, "The rent here is too expensive."

 Locknir looked at Kangna again, preparing to cut in from another angle.

 He believes that as long as you are a witch, you cannot refuse the beauty fountain that can make your skin better. Even Hibiscus will come here often when she is in school.

But before he could speak, Kangna pulled her hand out of the fountain.

"Ah...it has the same effect as a beauty potion." Kangna fiddled with the spring water again with her fingers. "This kind of soft touch...Maybe I can try to replace the mint leaves with the pods of the cloud vine."

“Kyle, can you keep an eye out for me? That kind of plant mostly grows near the elves’ lairs in Cornwall, and it should be rare to find it in France.”

"No problem." Kyle said, "I'll ask Fred and George to help me a little bit when I get back. They have their own herbal medicine business."

 Locknir's whole body was in bad condition.

"Don't be surprised." Kyle looked at him and smiled slightly, "That's the case with Kangna. Whenever she encounters something novel, she always likes to think about potions. She happens to be proficient in this."

Locknir stopped talking and muttered for a long time, "Forget it, don't you want to discuss magical animals? Come with me."

 “I couldn’t ask for it,” Kyle said.

“I won’t go,” said Kang Na. “I want to study the spring water here more.”

 “Okay then.” Kyle said, “I’ll come find you later.”

"Um."

Then the two came to the south of the fountain, where there was a wooden house that looked very simple and incompatible with the gorgeous manor.

 “Why do you also live in a wooden house?” Kyle blurted out.

I don’t know if everyone who studies magical animals has the habit of living in a wooden house.

The same goes for Newt, who built his own house in the Dorset Forest, and Kettleburn and Hagrid, who also built wooden houses on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

“Is it weird?” Locknear said, “We need to be as close to nature as possible in order to make those magical animals in the wild relax their vigilance, and wooden houses are the best choice.”

 “Come in, be sure not to step on the pods on the ground, they are food for civet cats.”

Kyle also noticed that this place is simply a large-scale civet breeding base.

 They can be seen on trees, on roofs, in yards... They can be seen everywhere, there are almost a dozen of them in total.

 And this is only the part that can be seen.

It’s just that they are looking at Kyle at the moment, and they keep making a grunting sound... which is to warn him not to get close.

“Normally, few people dare to come to my place. These little guys are very afraid of strangers and very vigilant.” Locknir said, “But it’s just your words that should be fine.”

Just as he was talking, a larger civet suddenly jumped down from the tree and slapped a few of them who screamed the loudest. Then he jumped and landed gracefully in front of Kyle.

"Long time no see, Shakir..." Kyle rubbed its chin, and the civet immediately lay comfortably on the ground, exposing its white belly.

 No wonder Rocknir said that, he has a mature cat here.

This one in front of me is the civet I met in the Fire Dragon Sanctuary. They got along quite happily at that time.

 The ones that Locknir brought here must be the best among the civets, and they would naturally be able to intimidate other cats of the same kind.

"Although I have seen it before, I still find it very magical. After all, Shakir rarely gets close to other wizards." Locknir said, "You are one, and there is Mr. Scamander."

“It’s my pleasure.” Kyle rubbed the civet Shakir’s chin again, took out a pack of Motla rat meat jerky from his pocket, opened the package and fed it to it.

As long as they are cats, whether they are civets, leopard cats, or owls, they all like this, and civets are no exception.

“Don’t feed them too much.” Locknir’s face fell. “My salary is not enough for them to eat this every day.”

"Is Beauxbatons so stingy to professors?" Kyle said with a smile, "Otherwise, you can come to Hogwarts, the salary there is not bad."

“I have thirty-seven civet cats here. No matter how much salary I have, I can’t afford them.”

“Then take them with you. Their food expenses will be reimbursed by Hogwarts.”

  If we can bring back more than 30 civet cats, this transaction will not be a loss at all.

It was just that Locknir didn't answer his words at all. He just pretended that he didn't hear anything, opened the door and walked in.

Kyle also followed Shakir in his arms.

 The furnishings in the wooden house are as simple as the house itself, and most of the furniture is made by oneself.

 Locknir poured him a cup of tea.

 The two sat across from each other and really discussed topics related to magical animals. Rocknir was also very interested in the new ideas raised by Newt.

"correct."

 An hour later, Kyle suddenly thought of something.

“A few years ago you said you were going to search for a new magical animal, but no results yet?”

"It's rare that you still remember." Locknir smiled, "It's almost done, but we can't rush this kind of thing. I still need to observe more details, but it's almost done. I can publish it as soon as the third generation is born. ”

 “Don’t forget to send me a copy.”

 “Of course, after all, I promised it a long time ago.”

 …

 After that, the two chatted for a long time, the sky gradually became dark, and Kyle was ready to leave.

 At nine o'clock it was almost the appointed time, and he had to go to the alchemy classroom.

When Rocknir sent him out of the cabin, Kyle reluctantly put down Shakir in his arms.

 He really likes civets, their big blue eyes are so beautiful.

“You can try to take it away.” Locknir’s eyelids trembled and he said softly.

"What?"

“I mean, if Shakir is willing, you can take it away.” Locknir said again, “That’s why I wanted to find you in the first place.”

"Why?" Kyle asked, the surprise came so quickly that he couldn't believe it.

"I have learned about the situation on your side. The deeds of that dark wizard are terrifying just to hear them." Locknir said softly: "More than a month ago, there were even seventy wizards who died in one place. I was simply shocked. OK."

“Civets… are magical animals with strong senses. When danger is coming, they can often detect it faster than wizards.

 “With Shakir here, maybe we can help you avoid some dangers.”

 “Thank you…” Kyle said after a moment of silence.

“Just think of it as mutual help between peers.” Locknir glanced at Kyle again, “Just remember to return Shakir.”

"must."

 (End of this chapter)