Hogwarts Shippuden

Lucius crawled up from the stack of books cursing, and he looked very miserable now.

One side of his cheek was swollen high, kicked out by Fred's Gaja Brugan.

Her platinum-blond hair, which was always meticulously groomed, was disheveled, and Mr. Weasley had ripped off a piece of it.

His luxurious robes had also become dusty, wrinkled and looked like the clothes of a street vagabond.

He stared at the Weasleys with a vicious glint in his eyes.

"You two, fine, I remember."

The twin brother's face-to-face combo just now knocked out at least five of his teeth.

This caused his speech to leak all the time, which sounded not only unintimidating but also funny.

He angrily shoved Ginny's textbook back into Ginny's cauldron.

"Little girl, take your book! This is the best thing your father can give you!"

Then he waved to Draco and crashed into the crowd watching outside the store.

It's just that the person standing in front of him happened to be a physique expert other than Hagrid.

Kyle didn't move at all, but Lucius staggered back a few steps and almost fell back to the ground.

He was furious, but when he saw Kyle's face, he was instantly cowardly.

Dumbledore's child, he couldn't afford to offend.

"You should ignore him, Arthur." Hagrid reached out and smoothed Mr. Weasley's robes, almost lifting him up.

Mrs. Weasley was furious and yelled at both George and Fred.

Earlier, she was deeply moved by the fact that her two sons knew how to earn money to support the family.

Now she can't wait to tear up these two bear children.

"Public fight! What would Gilderoy Lockhart think!" Mrs Weasley roared throughout Diagon Alley.

"He's so happy," muttered Ron in a low voice. "He asked the guy at the Daily Prophet if he could include the fight, and he said it would make a splash."

"Shut your mouth, Ronald!" Mrs. Weasley stared, and Ron was instantly silent.

Generally speaking, when your mother calls you by your full name, it means something is wrong.

By the time they got back to the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron, they were much calmer.

Harry and the Weasleys use Floo powder to return to the Burrow.

Hermione and her parents were driving back to their Muggle neighborhood.

Kyle also drove by himself, and also drove back.

"Goodbye, Hermione, Hannah, see you at school."

Kyle waved to the two girls, started the sports car dashingly, and flew away.

...

When Kyle returned home, the first words he heard Dumbledore were—

“Weneedtotalk.”

Come on, Daddy Dumbledore, you're not a talker.

When he was chasing the American drama "The Flash" in his previous life, Kyle almost had PTSD for this sentence.

"Dad, I'm very tired now," Kyle said, without showing any tired look at all, "I don't want to talk about anything, and I don't need psychological counseling."

Dumbledore pushed the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Actually, I just want to tell you not to have too much psychological burden."

Kyle's footsteps slipping to his room suddenly stopped.

He remembered what happened between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Being able to attract each other with his family's villainous father Gellert, Dumbledore was definitely not a good person when he was young.

"But seeing your appearance now, it seems that you don't need me to enlighten you."

Kyle touched his nose, "I feel like killing two NPCs while playing a game."

"What is an NPC?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

For some strange terms that often came out of his son's mouth, Dumbledore had put a lot of effort into checking the information, but he couldn't find any.

"nothing."

Kyle didn't intend to explain it. In case Dumbledore didn't understand what a computer was and what a computer game was, he would have to explain a few more terms to Dumbledore.

"Okay." Kyle didn't say anything, and Dumbledore didn't plan to ask.

"I know that in the future, you will inevitably have blood and killing on your way forward."

Dumbledore reached out and stroked Kyle's blond hair with a hint of sadness in his tone.

"Just one thing you have to promise me, don't kill innocent people and become like Voldemort, okay?"

"Don't worry, Daddy." Kyle patted Dumbledore's hand, signaling him not to worry.

He's not going to be the next Voldemort.

Of course, if it's Voldemort in the chicken, it's another matter.

Although he and Voldemort can be said to be orphans to start.

But he was lucky.

He now has family, friends, and a wife in the future, maybe more than one wife.

Kyle has all the good feelings that Voldemort has never had in human beings.

In any case, Kyle will not be reduced to the level of Voldemort.

Moreover, Kyle was not betrayed by his own family, nor did he have a very beloved younger brother who died in the hands of his old rival's younger brother.

Similarly, he did not experience the experience of being held hostage because of Xiao Nan, and then his good friend was forced to die in front of his eyes.

Also, his best friend didn't kill his loved one right in front of his eyes.

Like something to make the magic world feel pain, Kyle is just joking.

"Then, Dad, if I have nothing to do, I'll go back to the room first?"

He's been very busy these past few days, and he hasn't rubbed Toothless Cubs well. He can't wait to go back to his room and take a puff of Thunderbird Cubs.

Toothless has grown a short layer of feathers, as fluffy as a ptarmigan doll.

Rolling such a thunderbird feels much better than picking a cat or a dog.

"Go." Dumbledore waved his hand, motioning him to play.

...

Gaunt's House.

For more than a month, Snape hadn't left here half a step.

The defensive magic bars he and Voldemort had left behind to protect the Resurrection Stone Ring.

With Voldemort's magical attainments, the defensive magic he left behind is naturally extremely difficult to crack.

Even Dumbledore had to spend a lot of time.

But now that it was summer at Hogwarts, the last thing Snape needed when he didn't have to work was time.

Finally, what was in front of him now was the last magic trap.

Just give him a few more minutes and he can crack it.

After a while, accompanied by a crisp sound similar to glass breaking, a deep joy appeared on Snape's face.

He rushed into the room excitedly, knelt down and rummaged among the piles of masonry and rubble.

Even his fingers were scratched by the rough and sharp gravel, and the bright red blood flowed out, and he was unaware.

Finally, under a pile of grass-covered gravel, he found a primitive ring inlaid with a prismatic black stone.

When he saw it, Snape, who always had a paralyzed face on weekdays, could no longer control the maintenance of Occlumency, and his face showed an ecstatic look.

The resurrection stone on the surface of the ring emits a dark glow.

That dim light seemed to have a captivating ability, and Snape's mind was completely immersed in it.

Snape, who looked crazy, stretched out his hand towards the ring. He wanted to pick up the ring and put it on his finger~www.NovelMTL.com~ But when his finger was about to touch the ring, a madness sounded in his heart. The warning pulled him back to reality.

Voldemort didn't set so many dangerous magic traps in Gaunt's old house, and it made no sense that there were not on the resurrection stone ring.

Snape withdrew his hand as if electrocuted.

He took out his wand.

"Shen Feng has no shadow."

A dim light flashed, and the ring was knocked out.

Snape hurried forward a few steps to check the condition of the ring.

Not to mention the separation of the resurrection stone and the ring base, the Shenfeng Shadowless Curse, which is as powerful as iron, could not even leave a trace on the ring.

Snape took out a magic-proof box from his bosom, and carefully put the Resurrection Stone ring inside without touching the ring directly.

With a slight bang, Snape left the Gaunt house.