Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Facing Oren's words, Kyle's first thought was disbelief.

How could it be possible to believe it... Voldemort only started to act after Harry entered school, but when Oren came to Hogwarts, Harry was just an ordinary boy living in the closet of his aunt and uncle's house.

"Why, you don't believe it?" As if he had seen Kyle's thoughts, Oren said calmly, "I didn't believe it at first, but I saw him with my own eyes. He was even worse than the most humble wandering soul, hiding in the forests of Albania, barely surviving."

"Albania!" Kyle was stunned for a moment, and his heart was a little shaken.

Because Quirrell met Voldemort during his trip to Albania.

"How come you go there!"

"Have you forgotten what my occupation was before coming to Hogwarts?" Oren chuckled.

"Occupation... a bard. No, it should be a member of a magical creature smuggling team disguised as a bard."

"Yes, Captain." Oren corrected. "The forests of Albania are where the most runespoor snakes are found. These magical animals are very valuable. We have visited them many times."

Kyle frowned.

No, I still want to kill him.

Kyle twirled the wand in his hand, but Oren noticed it immediately.

"Forget it. You know you can't kill me." He changed his position again. "And don't forget, the Dark Lord is nearby."

Kyle raised his head and glanced into the distance.

The sky there had been flashing with the green light of the Killing Curse since a while ago, and the frequency was getting faster and faster. It was obvious that the battle between Voldemort and Dumbledore had entered a white-hot stage.

If you do it yourself, Oren will most likely run over to ask for help, and then the battle will become two on two.

Voldemort might not care about Oren, but Dumbledore would definitely be distracted to take care of himself.

He hasn't fully recovered yet, and Kyle doesn't want to hold him back.

After thinking for a moment, Kyle put away his wand.

"That's right. Staying here is good for both you and me." Oren smiled and said, "Let's continue. Where were we just now?"

"Albania," Kyle said. "How do you know it's You-Know-Who?"

"It just so happened," Oren said. "We had lost track of the target we were trying to catch, and a few hot-tempered guys were ready to vent their anger on a group of ordinary snakes, but I noticed that one of the snakes was very different."

"Why is it different?"

"Its eyes." Oren raised his head slightly, as if recalling something, "Snakes have no emotions, but I saw anger and contempt in its eyes.

"But it's just a snake, not even a magical creature. How dare it disrespect wizards?"

"So you suspect it's You-Know-Who?"

"Not yet."

Oren shook his head. "The Dark Lord is dead. Everyone knows that. Even though I noticed something was wrong with the snake, I didn't think about it that way. I just thought someone was using them for magical experiments... If you have worked in the Ministry of Magic, you will know that this kind of thing is very common."

"Until not long after, someone on the team went crazy for unknown reasons."

Oren said calmly, "At that time, I was alone in the forest following the trail of the Runespoor, and I saw the snake again. Along with it appeared the smuggler who was supposed to be on the other side of the forest... the man who almost killed it."

At this point, Oren suddenly looked at Kyle and asked in a strange tone: "Do you know what it looks like for a person to have two faces?"

Kyle blinked.

He knew, of course, that the face on the back of Quirrell's head was his first contact with Voldemort.

But Kyle didn't tell Oren any of this. He just stood there quietly waiting for what would happen next.

"I've seen it." Oren murmured, "I will never forget the face that appeared on the back of his head. It was ugly and hideous, but I recognized it. It was the face of the Dark Lord who should have died.

"How ironic, isn't it? The Dark Lord who once dominated the wizarding world is still alive. Although he can only possess a snake and survive in the ugliest way, he is indeed still alive.

"I knew then that he would come back, and he would bring a war even more terrible than the one he had ten years ago."

"You didn't tell anyone else?" Kyle looked at him.

"Why should I tell others?" Oren asked back, "And even if I told them, do you think anyone would believe it?"

"No." Oren shook his finger and answered himself. "They will just think I'm a lunatic. The performance of the Ministry of Magic a few years ago has proved this point very well. Even if Dumbledore broke their self-deceiving dream of peace, he would be labeled an old lunatic and lose the title of Chief Magician of the International Confederation of Wizards, not to mention a notorious smuggler."

"It's rare that you have such an accurate evaluation of yourself." Kyle couldn't help but say.

"It's always been like this." Oren didn't feel angry at all.

Kyle looked him in the eyes, trying to find loopholes in what he had just said.

The first is why he wanted to enter the forest of Albania alone. Even he knew that it was much more dangerous to enter the forest alone than with many people, especially a vast forest like that of Albania.

Having one more person not only means an extra pair of eyes, but also allows the other person to help delay time when encountering a magical beast that you can't defeat or run away from... After all, people like Oren don't value the lives of their companions. They always put Garen first.

Besides that, there is another point: why he was not discovered by Voldemort...

Kyle narrowed his eyes and continued to ask, "What happened next? Where did the possessed person go?"

"Who knows..."

Oren said nonchalantly, "The Dark Lord didn't seem to like his body and soon returned to the body of the snake. He became crazy and was abandoned by us."

It is indeed the style of these people to discard things that have no value.

However, he did not die after being possessed by Voldemort, which indirectly proves that he was really weak at the time and didn't even dare to eat big mouthfuls.

When he possessed Quirrell, he almost sucked all of his vitality dry. At that time, Quirrell was almost just an empty shell, like a walking corpse.

"But I've been keeping an eye on it and found that since then, the Dark Lord has been able to possess stronger runes." Oren sighed.

"I wanted to continue observing, but for some reasons, I had to leave Albania and come to the UK."

"That notebook?" Kyle thought for a moment and asked.

He remembered that the reason the strikers went to such lengths to catch a magical creature smuggler was because of a notebook.

"That's right." Oren smiled. "Our funding is provided by those big shots, so their requests naturally come first."

"Do you want to hear it?" Oren looked at Kyle teasingly. "If you want to hear it, I can tell you. I guarantee it will open your eyes."

"I'm not interested in cleaning up the wizarding world." Kyle waved his hand, not caring at all. "You'd better keep it to save your life."

"It doesn't matter. We won't need it anymore." Oren sneered. "We haven't needed it since Fudge was killed. He started buying things from us when he was the deputy director of disasters. He was also the one who least wanted the notes to be exposed."

Does this matter have anything to do with Fudge?

Oh, that's right, apart from the Law Enforcement Department, the only one who can dispatch the striker is the Minister himself. Given how careful Fudge is about his reputation, he certainly doesn't want his stain to be exposed.

"If you don't want to listen, forget it." Oren changed the topic again and said, "You know what happened next. I accidentally met Dumbledore, and in order to avoid the Auror's pursuit, I came to Hogwarts to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"At the same time, I'm also very curious about what the so-called Defense Against the Dark Arts curse is. It is said that it is a curse set by the Dark Lord. If it is still there, it means that the other party is really not dead."

"Then are you sure?"

"Of course." Oren sighed, "When I faced the hitters, they didn't notice anything wrong with me, but in the end, I failed again and again against a freshman. Isn't this a curse?

"And what I didn't expect was that after I spent a lot of time getting rid of the striker and returned to Albania, I found that the Dark Lord was gone. He seemed to have left the forest... At that time, I guessed that he might come back soon."

"Boom!"

There was a huge roar in the distance, and a blue lightning flashed across the sky like a punishment from heaven. Even though he was so far away, he was affected.

A strong gust of wind blew, raising a cloud of dust and fallen leaves.

"What a terrifying power." Oren looked at the horizon, stood up and said, "With such powerful magic, the battle over there should be almost over."

"I have another question," Kyle said quickly, "Why did you join the Death Eaters?"

"Why do you want to join the Death Eaters?" Oren turned his head. "Because only in the gutter can it be easier to find the rats hiding there."

"What do you mean?"

"This is none of your business." Oren said bluntly, "The chat time is over. By the way, I'll give you another piece of news. The werewolf's wedding..."

At this point, a hint of undisguised disgust flashed across Oren's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"It's better not to go back to Godric's Hollow. It's even more dangerous there... Oh, and don't treat me as your own. There won't be any more warm chat time next time we meet. I will kill you."

"Tsk, a man who is being chased by a Nangdu leopard actually said he wanted to kill me." Kyle curled his lips, "I'm really scared."

With that exaggerated tone and that extremely annoying expression, Oren could no longer hold it in. His face turned pale and his teeth were grinding.

What's even more infuriating is that he has no way to refute it. Kyle now is indeed not someone he can deal with. Let alone anything else, those two 5X-level magical creatures are enough to render any Death Eater except Voldemort helpless.

Oren looked at Kyle deeply, then Apparated away without saying anything.

After Oren disappeared, Kyle glanced in the direction of where Dumbledore and Voldemort were fighting.

I don't know when, but the place has become quiet again.

With a soft puff, Dumbledore appeared in an open space not far away.

"Hurry up, he will catch up with us soon." Before he finished speaking, Dumbledore's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

Kyle quickly stepped forward and grabbed his arm.

At this moment, a green light shot out from a distance, but just as the killing curse was about to hit Dumbledore, he disappeared again.

Kyle also disappeared.

When Voldemort chased after them, he found no one.

"Dumbledore, is all you can do about it is hide?" He roared, half of his face turned charred, and a spider-web-like crack appeared on his bald head, making him look uglier than before.

Because he didn't get a response, he vented his anger on the surrounding trees, and a large area of ​​the forest was destroyed in the blink of an eye.

"Someone rescued Dumbledore!" He looked behind him coldly, "Oren, I need an explanation. Where were you just now?"

"I'm hunting down that disgusting Kyle Chopper, my master." Oren bowed his head and said respectfully.

"Did you kill him?"

"No, my Lord."

"So you failed!" The old wand in Voldemort's hand glowed green again.

He was in a bad mood right now. If Oren couldn't give him a satisfactory reason, he wouldn't mind killing this pretty good servant to vent his anger.

"I don't know where he got the 5X magical creatures from. It's very tricky. I don't have as strong magic as you, Master. It will take time to kill him."

Oren looked calmly into Voldemort's eyes, and even though he knew that he was a master of Legilimency, he did not try to dodge.

And what he said was right. The three-headed dog and the leopard, one has thick skin and tough flesh, and the other can spit poison mist and has thick skin and tough flesh. They are indeed very troublesome.

"But I have led him to Bellatrix, where we have people, and there are so many of them that we will definitely be able to kill him."

Throw the problem to others, that was Oren's idea. Even if Kyle wasn't seen afterwards, it was Bellatrix's fault for not doing her job well. What did it have to do with him?

"Bella!"

It would have been better if Oren didn't say anything. After he said that, Voldemort became even angrier.

Bella brought seventy Death Eaters, which was almost three times the number of members of the Order of the Phoenix. Logically, he should have killed all of them and returned, but he has not received any news until now.

Are these people all good-for-nothings?

Now, Voldemort no longer had the energy to hold Oren responsible for his poor performance. He only had one thought in his mind.

Since Dumbledore has run away, then kill the members of the Order of the Phoenix and collect some of the interest to let him know the consequences of his cowardice.

Oh, and there was Bellatrix. Because of her previous loyalty, I gave her several chances, but she messed up the mission time and time again.

This time she must be punished and accept the Dark Lord's wrath.

Voldemort took a deep breath, and the flesh on his face began to move. Soon, the charred areas, including the cracks on the top of his head, returned to normal.

He looked in the direction of Godric's Hollow, and without saying a word, he turned into a ball of black mist and flew over.

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