Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

"Why only so little?"

When Kyle found Bones with the finished products, he heard this question right away.

"Minister Bones, there are so many people in the Ministry of Magic, I can't be the one to make all their ID cards."

"Didn't I ask Cedric to help you?" Bones raised his head from a pile of documents and pushed his glasses up. "If that's not enough, I can give you another helper. How about the Weasley kids? I remember they were also one of your little gang's... uh, partners."

"You have a good memory, but this is not the scope of our transaction." Kyle shook his head and insisted: "My job is just to handle the communication items used by the Aurors, or the magic signal in the identity card."

"As for the rest... Strictly speaking, this is the work of the Ministry of Magic. It is not my job to do it. And it cannot be done by me. After all, I am no longer a member of the Ministry of Magic. If there is a problem with the identity card in the future, it will be troublesome to solve it. You can't call me over again and again."

In fact, what Kyle had spent more than three hours making could only be considered a semi-finished product. If the Ministry of Magic really wanted to use it as an identity card, it would need to have a series of arrangements that could confirm the identity, including name magic.

Although this job is not difficult, it is very tedious and requires familiarity with everyone in the Ministry of Magic.

Kyle didn't know how many people were here, but it must be at least a few hundred, and he didn't want to bring trouble upon himself.

Ron has been complaining about his hard work at home these days. He feels tired just by listening to it... It's enough to just listen to it, there's no need to experience it yourself.

"In that case... well, I'll find someone else for this matter."

Bones thought about it and seemed to think it made some sense, and since Kyle insisted, she didn't say anything.

"Then let's work together this time."

"It's a preliminary agreement." Bones said with a smile. She put the documents at hand aside, then took out a box and opened the lock.

It was filled with golden Galleons.

"You came here for this, right?" Bones pushed the box to Kyle. "One thousand eight hundred Galleons. It's yours."

Kyle liked Bones's decisive character, especially when it came to paying money.

Another large sum of Galleons was earned, which could be used to decorate Norbert's nest... Kyle put the box away with a smile.

"Don't you want to check it out?"

"No need." Kyle waved his hand. "I believe Minister Bones will not make mistakes in such a small matter."

That being said, Kyle actually just thought the money was a hassle.

Besides, he doesn't have to do the job himself.

Where Bones couldn't see, a furry little creature had twisted its body and crawled into the box through the gap next to the lock.

Even a piece of paper couldn't be stuffed into the gap, but the Sniff got in anyway. It looked like a flounder lying on the Galleon, waving its two short hands quickly, digging the gold coins into its inner pocket.

After a while, there was only a flat sniff left in the originally heavy box.

After digging up all the gold coins, its body became round again with a puff, as if someone blew on it. Then it lay comfortably in the corner, patting its belly with a very satisfied look.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared on the top of the box, and then a big hand reached out and picked up Sniff.

"You're pretty quick."

Kyle had already left the minister's office and was standing alone in the elevator.

He held the Sniff in front of him, looked at its flapping little legs and asked, "How many are there in total?"

The Sniff squeaked twice.

“That’s the correct number.” Kyle nodded, then tossed the Niffler into the sky and opened his box as it fell.

The little guy fell straight in.

Kyle snapped the box shut and quickly turned the latch twice.

Anti-Sniffer Devices. These little creatures can get through any crack, no matter how narrow, even the tightly sealed safe deposit vaults in Muggle banks.

To block it, you must use specific magic.

The Gringotts vault and Newt's trunk also have this feature.

It’s just that Gringotts is for theft prevention, while Newt’s is for peace of mind.

Catching the Niffler more than a dozen times a day is unbearable for Newt, not to mention the hundred-year-old Newt, even when he was young.

Kyle did not go back to the hall directly, but went to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures first.

"The information about the Kelpie you want is on the third shelf on the left."

"The report Dean sent is on the table."

"Cedric? Cedric is not in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures these past two days."

"How do I know where he went? Can't you go and ask him yourself?"

"Don't move, that's not the place to put the report..."

When Kyle went over, there was a group of people busying around inside, with many people coming in and out, looking very busy.

Ron was among them. It was obvious that he had gradually gotten used to the work here and was doing a good job.

Kyle stood at the door for five minutes, but no one noticed him.

Until Fred and George came back from outside.

"Kyle, how dare you come to us!" The two men walked over viciously, raising their arms as if they wanted to put their arms around Kyle's shoulders from both sides.

This is the method they use most often. As long as they can put their arms around Kyle's shoulders, he will not be able to escape no matter what.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to see you."

Kyle took two steps back skillfully, then turned around and dodged their arms.

"Where's Cedric, is he still here?"

"I heard he went back three hours ago." Fred raised his arm again, but at the same time answered Kyle's question. "Mr. Diggory said he was very dizzy and it was difficult for him to concentrate on his work."

"That's fine," Kyle said, and naturally took a small step to the left and walked into the office.

With the door frame blocking the way, it would not be easy for Fred and George to surround him.

"So what have you and him been doing these past two days?"

"Same old business." Kyle said, "Bones asked for confidentiality. You will know tomorrow."

"Can't you just tell us? Why wait until tomorrow?" George looked a little uncomfortable. "There are no outsiders here."

"No, outsider?" Kyle glanced into the office. There were at least three people looking for something, and two more were waiting for Ron to give them documents.

"Just keep your voice down, okay?" Fred said nonchalantly. "As long as you say it, we'll let you go, okay?"

"Don't forget, the cup is still with us."

This is already an undisguised threat.

Kyle raised his eyebrows and said, "If you like it, take it. It's useless to me anyway."

"You really don't want to tell me?"

"No need." Kyle shook his head. "At least not in the Ministry of Magic. After all, I have a lot of credibility."

"Huh..." Fred sneered, but did not ask any more questions.

"So you're here to see Cedric?"

"Then you can go back."

"Just asking by the way." Kyle pointed at Ron in the pile of documents, "I'm really here to look for Ron. Mrs. Weasley asked me to take him back this morning. And to finish the work by the way."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you understand?" Kyle spread his hands and said, "Ron doesn't have to come to work at the Ministry of Magic tomorrow. His work will naturally be handed over to someone else."

It was not known whether it was a coincidence or a certain keyword was triggered, but Ron, who was busy with his work, suddenly looked up as soon as Kyle finished speaking.

"Oh, Kyle, what did you just say?" He subconsciously threw the things in his hand aside and staggered over.

"You said I don't have to come to work tomorrow?"

Kyle had never felt that Ron's eyes were so bright before, as if he saw a rustic Bowtruckle.

"That's right." Kyle nodded, "I've already told my dad about this at noon. Now you just need to hand over the work to the next person... someone should come to help you today. That person is your successor. You need to hand over all the tasks you are doing and have completed to him.

"Yes, right there." Ron pointed behind him.

"That's good." Kyle said, "After the work is handed over, go to the Auror Office and cancel the registration information."

"Okay." Ron ran over without looking back, "Wait for me, I'll go hand over the work now."

"Don't worry, we still have to wait for Hermione. She hasn't come back yet." Kyle said.

But Ron's mind was full of not having to go to work at this time, so he couldn't hear what he said at all.

Kyle shook his head and turned around, only to see two angry faces appear before him.

"You just said that Ron doesn't have to go to work tomorrow?"

"This is real?"

"Of course," Kyle said, "Hogwarts starts in three days, and he has homework to catch up on."

"What about us?"

The two of them took a step forward at the same time.

Kyle stepped back subconsciously and asked in a low voice: "What do you mean, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't play dumb." Fred narrowed his eyes.

"Ron and Hermione's work is finished, what about us? When can we leave the Ministry?"

"Any time is fine. After all, it's time to get off work now."

"I told you, don't play dumb!" George snapped his fingers. "We mean, you don't have to come to work tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Kyle turned his head away. "Do you guys start school in September?"

"Nonsense, we've all graduated for two years."

"Right." Kyle patted his shoulder, "Since you know you've graduated, why bother asking such a naive question?

"You don't have to go to school, so of course you have to continue working."

"You!" Fred and George's eyes turned red. At this moment, they really wanted to beat Kyle up. Even though they knew that even if they were combined, they were no match for Kyle, they just wanted to beat him up.

It doesn't matter who wins or who loses, it's just to vent my anger.

But at this moment, the elevator door opened again.

Mr. Weasley walked out and from a distance he saw three people standing at the door.

"Oh, Kyle, I didn't expect you to be here already."

"And Fred, George, why are you blocking the door? Move to the side and don't block the way."

"Good dad."

The two could only temporarily suppress their anger and stand aside reluctantly.

Kyle took the opportunity to jump outside and followed Mr. Weasley closely, raising an eyebrow at them.

"No, I can't bear it anymore..." Fred gasped, "I must beat him up!"

"Then go home and get beaten up by my mom."

"I don't care. I don't believe my mother can beat me to death."

"So, can we beat Kyle?" George continued to ask.

"Yes!" said Fred, and then added: "As long as we don't use wands, we can. He can't use the Fiendish Fire Curse on us."

"That's true." George stroked his chin, "Then let's hold Dad down together when he's not paying attention."

"Okay, let's do it."

The two men were discussing a battle plan, but when they looked up, they saw Kyle extending a hand.

This is not the point.

The point is, there is a bag in this hand, and the bag is full of gold Galleons. Roughly estimated, there are at least more than a hundred.

The two blinked and froze in place for a moment.

"What are you standing there for? Take it," Kyle said.

"Huh?" Fred and George were a little confused.

"It's like this, I made the communication coin that you guys didn't have time to make, and I made a small profit," Kyle explained.

"If you did it, why are you paying us?" Fred asked.

"It was Cedric who decided it," Kyle said. "He has been helping me these past few days. I wanted to give him a share of the hard work fee, but he refused.

"He said that you have been doing his job for him these past few days, and asked me to pass this on to you."

"what?"

"Do you want it or not? If not, I'll take it back." Kyle pretended to take back the Galleon.

"want!"

"of course yes!"

The two men were quick to snatch the bag from Kyle's hand, opened it and counted the items carefully.

A total of two hundred Galleons, much more than they expected.

"Oh, how can this be so embarrassing."

"Yeah, we're just working normally. I'm so sorry."

As they said this, the two of them quickly put the Garlon into their pockets.

"By the way, I just heard you guys planning to hold me down and beat me up?" Kyle said in a long tone, "Mr. Weasley is not here now, what a good opportunity."

"How did you say that? You must have heard it wrong."

"We are close friends, how could we do such a despicable thing."

"Yeah, yeah, you must have heard it wrong."

……

The previous battle plan seemed to have disappeared in an instant. The two men came over attentively, pinching Kyle's shoulders and pounding his arms, flattering him to the utmost.

But Kyle didn't have time to enjoy it, as Mr. Weasley came out of the office with the excited Ron.

"Hermione is back. She should be at the door of the Auror's office by now. I'll take you there."

"Okay." Kyle nodded, turned around and followed.

Fred and George escorted him to the elevator attentively.

"How on earth did you do it?" Ron couldn't help but ask after the elevator door closed, "Why did their attitude towards you change so drastically all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing, just a little insignificant trick." Kyle laughed.

Again, he can easily deal with the Weasley brothers.

……

The elevator stopped at the second floor and several people walked out.

Just as Mr. Weasley had said, Hermione was already waiting outside the Auror's office.

After almost a month of working on the Muggle Mediation Committee, she looked thinner than before.

But unlike Ron, there wasn't a trace of fatigue in her eyes, nor was there any sense of relief that "it's finally over".

On the contrary, she looked as if she was still a little unsatisfied.

“Do I have to call it a day? I’ll be done writing my work improvement plan in a minute.”

After seeing a few people, she immediately came over and said, "School doesn't start until September, isn't there still three days left? Why is it ending so soon?"

It’s confirmed that she really hasn’t gotten enough.

Ron looked at her as if she were a monster.

"There's no rush, Hermione." Mr. Weasley said softly, "You can write whatever you want at home. Besides, school is about to start, so you have to prepare in advance."

"But I've already finished reading all the seventh grade content." Hermione blurted out, "And the homework, I finished it all the second day of the holiday, I really don't have anything to prepare."

Mr. Weasley glanced at Ron subconsciously, then shook his head and looked away. "Then take advantage of these few days to relax and don't think about work all the time. Don't forget, you are still a student."