Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

"I'm sorry, Kyle..." Harry said suddenly after leaving the principal's office.

"What?" Kyle looked at him confused, not understanding what this meant.

"It's that gold cup. I told Dumbledore that it was from you." Harry explained in a low voice: "But at first I really didn't know that it was Hufflepuff's gold cup. I thought it was just an ordinary gold cup. Just a cup.”

"So." Kyle looked at him, "You are right, it is indeed in my hand. There is nothing to apologize for."

"I made you lose that important gold cup." Harry said reproachfully, "I have read the memory about the gold cup. This is a great magic item, left by the Big Four at Hogwarts. Even Voldemort was fascinated by it.

"If I hadn't said those unnecessary words, Professor Dumbledore wouldn't have taken it away, and you could have kept it until graduation."

"Oh, this." Kyle shook his head and said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, even if you don't tell me, I will find a chance to tell Dumbledore.

"And didn't you hear it just now? He won't hold it forever and will give it back to me soon."

Hearing what Kyle said, Harry finally felt a little better. In fact, when he heard that Dumbledore wanted to keep the golden cup, he started to feel guilty and didn't even notice what was said next.

"To be honest, I kind of hope Professor Dumbledore doesn't return the golden cup to me." Kyle murmured softly, stroking Fox's golden-red feathers.

Only then did Harry notice that the principal's phoenix was actually carried out by Kyle. What's amazing is that it seems to be very submissive and has no intention of resisting at all.

Is Phoenix's temper so docile?

Subconsciously, Harry also reached out and wanted to touch Fawkes...or maybe he had wanted to do so for a long time.

As expected, Harry was pecked the next second.

"Ouch!" He cried out in pain and withdrew his hand faster.

A phoenix is ​​not an owl. It just needs a peck and a rub. As soon as Harry lowered his head, he saw a big swelling on his hand, as if he had been burned by a red-hot iron. It hurt even the slightest movement.

"It seems like it doesn't like me." Harry said with a grin.

"No, Fox is just a little shy." Kyle said, "If a stranger touches your hair without saying hello, you will give him a punch. This is normal."

"Is that so?" Harry blinked, suddenly feeling that it made sense.

Phoenixes are not ordinary magical animals. They are very smart, not even much worse than wizards. It seems not surprising that they pay attention to politeness.

But looking at the freshly baked bag in his hand, Harry had no intention of touching the phoenix anymore, and only glanced at Kyle with envy.

It hurt so much that he didn't want to do it again.

The two of them continued walking forward like this, with Harry deliberately falling behind and looking up at Kyle from time to time.

He suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of frustration. Kyle found something as important as a Horcrux so easily. It was as simple as picking up a stone on the ground.

Dumbledore just asked him to ask for a memory of Slughorn, which was countless times easier than finding a Horcrux, but he still had no clue.

Even he didn't know where to start.

Harry had tried Ron's method before, asking directly after a Potions class.

But in the end, all he said back to Slughorn was... "Let's discuss it!"

Then he slammed the door angrily and walked out.

After that, Slughorn didn't say a word to him for several days, and Harry kept trying to find an excuse to mend the relationship between them.

This was also the reason why he immediately wanted to find Slughorn after learning that Ron had been poisoned.

Anyway, this is a good reason.

Then the next thing happened.

Although the relationship between the two had eased a lot because of this incident, Harry still didn't know what to do.

Finally, when he came near the portrait of the Fat Lady, Harry couldn't help but ask: "Kyle, where did you buy the mead you gave Professor Slughorn in the school hospital? The Three Broomsticks?”

"That... of course not." Kyle looked at Harry, "I remember you are not yet seventeen years old, so just drink some butterbeer."

"No, it's not me." Harry shook his head quickly, "I saw Professor Slughorn liked it, so I wanted to buy a bottle. It might help me with what I'm going to do next."

"Then you can't buy it. Mead is made from the Hufflepuff Gold Cup." Kyle thought for a while, "Well, if you are in a hurry, you can go back to Professor Dumbledore now and ask him to pour it for you. One bottle.

"If you're not in a hurry, you can wait a few more days."

"No hurry, I'm not in a hurry!" Harry said quickly, not wanting to go back to find Dumbledore.

"OK then."

As always, the two of them separated by the passage in front of the Fat Lady's portrait.

However, Kyle did not return to the common room immediately because he could not walk back and forth in the castle with a phoenix in his arms, even if it was night.

So Kyle could only find an empty room and put Fox in the box to keep company with Norbert and the others.

the next day.

The atmosphere in the school always becomes extremely dull after the weekend. Unlike the bustling auditorium yesterday, most people looked extremely dull during the meal today and yawned again and again.

"You mean, Kyle found a Horcrux, and it was also the famous Hufflepuff Gold Cup?" Hermione asked quietly from the corner of the Gryffindor table.

"Famous? Do you also know that golden cup?" Harry stuffed a piece of fried egg into his mouth.

He always thought that only he who had seen the memory knew this. For example, when he was in the dormitory yesterday, Ron only thought that it was a trophy made of gold.

"Of course I know, that is the symbol of Hufflepuff." Hermione said casually: "And there are four of those things... Gryffindor's sword, Ravenclaw's crown, Hufflepuff's golden cup, and The Slytherin lockets represent the four founders of the school.

"These are clearly written in "Hogwarts: A School History", and I dare say many people know it."

"Then you are wrong." Ron on the side took a big sip of pumpkin juice, "Only you will read the five-inch-thick book. Most other people will only look for the parts that interest them. .”

"Thank you for reminding me that I am actually interested in so much content." Hermione said angrily.

Looking at the two people who were about to quarrel, Harry acted very calmly. He might have tried to change the subject before, but now... to be honest, he was used to it.

Anyway, they had persuaded them to have a fight next time, so as long as they didn't exchange spells on the spot, Harry would pretend not to see it.

He lowered his head and carefully thought about what Hermione had just said.