Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

"Raise your wand. Are you trying to give your enemy a pedicure by keeping your hand this low?"

"And you, don't clench your hands so tightly. You are using magic, not digging potatoes with a stick."

"Don't be nervous. Casting magic is not painful, and you don't need to use your face to exert force. If you really can't do it, just imagine that you are conducting a concert. As a French wizard, you should have heard concerts before."

……

I have to admit that what Kyle saw on the first day did give him a big shock.

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

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

Judging from the appearance of some students, they should be in the third or fourth grade, but their magic skills are really not that good...to say that they are just average is a compliment.

After reciting the spell, he directly stuck the wand on the ground. In Hogwarts, even second-year students would not make such a low-level mistake, but it is common here.

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

Maybe this is a problem of level among professors.

What Professor Flitwick cares most about is the gestures used by students when chanting spells. He will remind them at least three times in a class, and if he finds someone doing something wrong, he will immediately step forward to correct them.

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

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

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

He originally thought this was an easy job... but as it turned out, the rent was not cheap at all.

Kyle spent two days in the training hall and talked more than he had in the past two months combined, so much so that he had no time to think about the time turner during this time.

As for the students of Beauxbatons... they must have been reminded in advance by Madam Maxime, and what happened on the first day did not happen again.

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

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

Kanna took a quick look in the middle, then left without looking back, with no intention of stepping forward to help.

It wasn't until lunch time that Kyle finally got a chance to catch his breath, but the food that had been so delicious now tasted like chewing wax.

No, he had to find a reason in the afternoon...

"Ahaha, I knew it was you."

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

"Mr. Lockneil!" Kyle looked at the person who came in surprise.

"Is it necessary to show this expression?" Locknir said, "Or don't you know that I work at Beauxbatons."

"I know." Kyle nodded.

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

They had done a business deal at that time. Locknir spent a lot of money and bought some incomplete fire dragon scales and other materials from Kyle by the pound.

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

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

"Although I knew it a long time ago, I'm still a little surprised now...well, it should be a surprise."

"That's your fault." Lockneil was a little unhappy, "Since you knew I was here, why didn't you come to find me for so many days?"

"I don't have time." Kyle spread his hands. "I'm almost tied up in the training hall now. I can only leave for a while every day when I eat and sleep."

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

"Ah, I know." Lockneil, who had a serious expression, suddenly laughed.

"There is a new professor instructing students in practicing spells in the training hall. 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 there, and you've changed a lot in the past few years, so I just thought it looked like you, but I couldn't be sure it was you."

"But it's okay now." Locknir continued: "Olim has been thinking about finding a more suitable spells professor. She is happy these two days..."

As if realizing that he had said something wrong, Lockneil suddenly shut up, looked down at the time, and said a little stiffly: "Ah, it's almost time. I have something else to do, so I won't bother you anymore."

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

"Don't be in a hurry, Mr. Lockneil." Kyle grabbed him quickly.

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

First of all, the reason why so many people went to the training hall was probably because Maxim was behind it. Although the students spread the news by word of mouth very quickly, the number of people could not have increased so much at once.

And Maxim also knew how tired she was these past two days, so how could she still be happy?

Kyle narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Like you said, it's a rare opportunity for me to come to Beauxbatons, so I have to reminisce about the past. It just so happens that I brought a bottle of good wine with me."

"Don't you still have to go to the training hall?" Lockneil struggled to pull his arm back, but failed after several attempts. Kyle seemed to be prepared and held it very tightly.

"It's only half a day, it's okay, and besides, I have a legitimate reason. As a novice in Magizoology, of course I have to visit an expert in this field.

"How about this reason? Ms. Maxime will definitely not refuse it."

"But I have classes in the afternoon." Lockneil hesitated, "How about another day?"

"Today is Saturday."

"But I don't like drinking."

"That's great. We can have a good chat about magical beasts while our minds are clear." Kyle didn't give Lockneir any chance to make excuses. He stood up and pulled him out of the auditorium.

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

Lockneir was in great pain.

Ms. Maxime had finally found a useful laborer who could slightly improve the weakness of Beauxbatons students in magic. If Kyle found a reason to run away, she would never forgive herself.

The consequence would most likely be that you would be rolled into a ball, stuffed into a Quidditch box, and have to participate in the next game in person.

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

"I……"

Lockneir wanted to say something else, but Kyle let go of his arm and ran out of the auditorium at a rapid pace.

"Professor Lockneir, I'll be waiting for you outside."

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

Lockneil's face looked uglier than if he had eaten a pound of bitter melon roots. He had never expected Kyle to be so decisive.

It can be said that from the moment he shouted that sentence, no matter where Kyle went or whether he was really with him, it no longer mattered.

Because everyone will think that they are together.

Lockneil only felt that the originally bright ceiling became extremely gloomy, as if countless storms were brewing, just like Ms. Maxime's face tomorrow.

But he had no choice but to follow.

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

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

"This is a masterpiece by Mr. Nicolas Flamel, and he donated it to the school to commemorate the meeting between him and Ms. Perenelle."

Lockneil walked over and said, "This fountain also has magical functions. Frequent contact can beautify your skin and heal some injuries. You can let your beautiful girlfriend try it."

After hearing his words, Kanna, who was following behind, subconsciously reached her hand into the fountain.

"Is it so magical?" Kyle also tried it.

The spring water wrapped around her hands like a cloud, or like a morning breeze with dew.

"Tell me, Ms. Maxime, if you mind if I take some away."

"She certainly won't mind," Locknir said, "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. Ms. Maxime won't mind either."

His intention was obvious, to keep Kyle and make up for his mistake of letting the cat out of the bag.

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

Lockneil looked at Kanna again, preparing to attack from another angle.

He believed that any witch would be unable to resist a beauty fountain that could improve their skin. Even Furong would often come here when she was in school.

But before he could say anything, Kanna pulled her hand out of the fountain.

"Ah... It has the same effect as a beauty potion." Kanna poked the spring water with her fingers again, "This gentle touch... Maybe I can try replacing the mint leaves with cloud vine pods."

"Kyle, can you keep an eye out for me? That plant mostly grows near the elves' nests in Cornwall. It should be rare to find it in France."

"No problem." Kyle said, "I'll ask Fred and George to help me get some when we get back. They have their own channels for herbs."

Lockneil was in a bad state.

"Don't be surprised." Kyle looked at him and smiled. "Kanna is like this. When she encounters something new, she always likes to think about potions. She happens to be proficient in this."

Lockneir stopped talking, mumbling for a long time, "Forget it, don't you want to discuss magical beasts? Come with me."

“I couldn’t ask for more,” Kyle said.

"I won't go," Connor said. "I want to study the springs here more."

"Okay then," Kyle said, "I'll come see you later."

"Ah."

Then the two came to the south side of the fountain, where there was a wooden house. It looked very simple and was out of place with the magnificent manor.

"Why do you live in a cabin too?" Kyle blurted out.

I wonder 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, as well as Kettleburn and Hagrid, who also built wooden houses on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Is it strange?" Lockneil said, "We need to get as close to nature as possible so that those magical animals in the wild can relax their vigilance. The wooden house is the best choice."

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

Kyle also noticed that this was actually a large civet breeding base.

Their traces can be seen on trees, on roofs, in yards... There are about a dozen of them in total.

And this is just the visible part.

But now they were looking at Kyle, making gurgling sounds...that was warning him not to get close.

"Normally, few people dare to come here. These little guys are very shy and alert." Lockneil said, "But it should be fine if it's you."

As they were talking, a larger civet cat suddenly jumped down from the tree, slapped the ones who had screamed the loudest, and then leaped and landed gracefully in front of Kyle.

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

No wonder Lockneil said that, it turns out he has a familiar face here.

The one in front of you is the civet cat I met in the Fire Dragon Reserve. They got along quite well at that time.

And those who were specially brought away by Locknir must be the best among the civet cats, and they can naturally intimidate other civet cats of the same kind.

"Although I've seen it before, I still find it amazing. After all, Shaqir rarely gets close to other wizards." Locknir said, "You are one, and the other is Mr. Scamander."

"It's my honor." Kyle rubbed the civet cat Shakir's chin again, took out a bag of Motla rat jerky from his pocket, unpacked it and fed it to the cat.

All cats, whether they are knuckledusters, leopards, or owls, like this, and civets are no exception.

"Don't feed them too much." Lockneer's face fell, "My salary is not enough to feed them this every meal."

"Is Beauxbatons so stingy with professors?" Kyle said with a smile, "Why don't you come to Hogwarts? The salary there is not bad."

"I have thirty-seven civet cats here. No matter how much salary you offer, I can't afford it."

"Then take them along. Hogwarts will reimburse their food expenses."

If I can bring back more than 30 civet cats, this deal will definitely be a win-win.

But Lockneil ignored him and pretended not to hear anything. He pushed the door open and walked in.

Kyle followed with Shakir in his arms.

The furnishings in the cabin are as simple as the cabin itself, and most of the furniture is homemade.

Lockneil poured him a cup of tea.

The two sat opposite each other and really discussed topics related to magical beasts. Lockneil was also very interested in the new ideas proposed by Newt.

"correct."

An hour later, Kyle suddenly had an idea.

"A few years ago you said you were going to look for a new magical animal. Have you come up with anything yet?"

"It's rare that you still remember." Locknir smiled, "It's almost done, but this kind of thing can't be rushed. I still need to observe more details. But it will be soon. 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. As the sky gradually darkened, Kyle prepared to leave.

When it was almost nine o'clock, the agreed time, he had to go to the alchemy classroom.

When Lockneil walked him out of the cabin, Kyle reluctantly let go of Shakir in his arms.

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

"You can try to take it away." Lockneil said softly, his eyelids trembling.

"what?"

"What I mean is that if Shaqir is willing, you can take it away." Locknier 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've learned about the situation over there. Just hearing about the deeds of that dark wizard is frightening." Locknir said softly, "More than a month ago, there was even a place where 70 wizards died. I can't even imagine it."

“And civets…are magical animals with strong perception abilities. When danger is approaching, they can often sense it faster than wizards.

"With Shaqir here, maybe he can help you avoid some danger."

"Thank you..." Kyle said after a moment of silence.

"Just think of it as mutual assistance among colleagues." Locknir looked at Kyle again, "Just remember to return Shaqir."

"must."