Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

"You want to find a basilisk? Of course, no problem. Roll over for me first..."

"boom!"

In the midst of smoke and dust, Kyle struggled to pull himself out of a clump of vines, sat on the ground, grimaced, and rubbed his shoulders.

Not far away, Newt, who was weighing the lion dragon, glanced over here, rubbed his forehead helplessly, and then took out his wand.

"Confinement quickly!"

More than a dozen vines as thick as bowls flew from all directions and tightly wrapped around the limbs and tail of the Hungarian Horntail, forcibly fixing it in place, while also not forgetting to wrap around its mouth to prevent it from spitting dragon flames.

"Thank you." Kyle limped over.

Not to mention, it really hurts to be whipped by a fire dragon's tail. Even though he was prepared in advance and used a spell to block the two-foot-long spikes on its tail, Kyle still felt as if his whole body was falling apart.

“I can still help you at this moment, but I think you’d better not provoke it again.” Newt said without turning his head.

"I know, I just wanted to test its tolerance." Kyle shrugged.

It has been some time since the Horntail was bitten by the basilisk. Although it was not directly poisoned to death, it was in a coma for several days, and it was in a shaky state after waking up.

However, the Hornet didn't care about its situation. As soon as it was able to fly, it began to look for the basilisk all over the world, wanting to take revenge.

Then Kyle appeared at the right time, released the basilisk, and when they were fighting fiercely, he forced the basilisk to go back to the cave to sleep.

This process... was a bit dangerous to be honest, mainly because the Hungarian Horntail shifted its target to Kyle after the Basilisk left the stage.

Fortunately, Newt was there and successfully rescued Kyle from the dragon's mouth at the critical moment.

After that, Kyle turned into a kind-hearted parent who separated them and prevented them from meeting.

It just seems like neither side really appreciates it.

"I'm telling you." Kyle pointed at the chin of the Hungarian Horntail and said unhappily, "If you hit me with your tail again, I will immediately make the basilisk go into a cave and sleep for two hundred years. You will never see it again."

The Hungarian Horntail's eyes instantly turned into vertical lines and its body began to struggle vigorously.

I don’t know if it was intentional or if the tree wasp was too strong, but the vines wrapped around it were quickly torn off.

The Hornet tore the restraints on its mouth with one claw and rushed towards Kyle.

Kyle said calmly, "Come on, kill me, and you will never be able to seek revenge on the basilisk in your life."

The Hornet paused its wings, raised its body suddenly, and flew past Kyle's hair.

“Tsk, you still want to fight me…” Kyle stretched out his left hand and gave the Hornet a middle finger.

This action immediately made the tree wasp explode. It spewed dragon fire around as if to vent its anger, causing another round of chaos.

But what was interesting was that none of those flames were directed at Kyle.

"Ah..." Newt sighed again.

He didn't know how many times he had sighed. He originally just wanted Kyle to use the basilisk to restrain the Hornet and slowly develop feelings for it when it failed and got injured.

Kyle's ability to communicate with magical animals is his greatest advantage. Even if the Hornet is unlikely to become as friendly as Norbert due to his personality limitations, there will definitely be no problem for them to get along normally.

But Newt never expected that Kyle would choose another more radical way. He was sure that if the Hornet defeated the Basilisk one day, it would probably bathe Kyle in dragon fire immediately.

It's just that Kyle spoke too fast at the time, and by the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late to stop him.

Forget it, so be it.

Newt combed the circle of spikes on the top of the lion's head that were gradually hardening, ignoring the Hungarian Horntail that was venting its anger not far away, pretending that he saw nothing.

Even if that day really comes, Kyle's current strength is enough to deal with the Hungarian Horntail, so he doesn't need to worry about it.

Newt fiddled with the lion dragon's spikes again, and seemed a little impatient. The little guy spewed two fireballs from his nostrils, almost setting Newt's beard on fire.

Kyle raised his eyebrows. No wonder it was called a fireball dragon. The fire it spewed out was really round.

He walked over and sat down, and Ironbelly and Longhorn Dragon immediately ran over from not far away, with their two huge heads sticking in front of them at the same time.

Kyle's mood immediately improved and he took out a bunch of snacks to feed them.

It must be said that if you want to raise a fire dragon, you have to start with a dragon egg. The experience is much better than that of a certain stubborn species.

That is to say, the Fire Dragon Sanctuary does not allow returns... Kyle turned his head to glance at the still crazy Hungarian Horntail, feeling disgusted.

They are all fire dragons, so why is there such a big difference between them?

"How's it going? Any gains?" Kyle looked at Newt and asked.

"It solves a lot of puzzles," Newt said. "The next edition of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them can expand on the content about lions and dragons."

"when."

"It may take a while." Newt said, "Lockneil's new paper is about to be published, a brand new magical beast, that is the main content of the new edition."

"I see." Kyle nodded and couldn't help but reach out to tease the lion dragon.

Two more fireballs came out, but this time Newt was not so lucky. Smoke came out of his hair and beard, accompanied by a burnt smell.

"If you're really bored, go help Dobby take care of your Dementor. He doesn't dare to get close to it." Newt said unbearably, "I really don't know where you got that thing from, and what do you usually feed it?"

"Don't feed it anything. It won't die anyway." Kyle said casually.

To be honest, if it weren't for the renovation of the box this time, he would have almost forgotten about the Dementors.

The main reason was that the Dementor stayed in a too remote place, in a designated cold area, and there was only one of it, so Kyle might not be able to remember it normally.

After helping Newt put out the flames above his head, Kyle turned over, sat on Iron Belly next to him, and patted its back.

The little guy immediately stood up, spread his wings, and flew forward with Kyle. Although he didn't fly as fast as an adult fire dragon, it felt pretty good.

Dobby was in a dark cave not far away. When Kyle found him, he was carrying a wooden barrel and looking ahead tremblingly.

"gentlemen……"

Seeing Kyle coming over, two big eyes as big as tennis balls looked at him pitifully.

"I understand, leave it to me."

Jumping off the dragon's back, Kyle took the barrel, opened the lid and threw it out.

I saw a kind of glowing ball coming out of the wooden barrel, like a firefly. At the same time, a layer of frost gradually formed on the inner wall of the cave. A Dementor wearing a black hood floated out at an incredible speed, crawled beside the wooden barrel, and sucked the light balls into its mouth.

Dobby became even more frightened and subconsciously held onto the stone next to him.

"What is this?" Kyle asked curiously.

"It's... lantern grass... iris..." Dobby's voice trembled and he felt his tongue was about to get tied.

Kyle glanced at him and then took him out of the cave.

After coming outside, Dobby finally returned to normal, breathing heavily as if he had survived a disaster.

"You just mentioned lanterns and irises, what else?"

"Put them in a glowing hound for an hour, then roast them over a fire and mix the smoke with the saliva of the pneumatic bird," Dobby said. "Mr. Newt told me to do that."

A glowing hound... a patronus?

Kyle stroked his chin. He remembered that Newt's patronus seemed to be a basset hound, with short legs and quite cute.

Moreover, the patronus is the embodiment of happiness. The herbs that come into contact with the patronus will naturally undergo some changes. But can something like "happiness" really be extended to herbs?

Kyle really didn't know...but the Dementors ate very happily. Not only did they sweep away all the glowing balls, they even started to wipe the wooden barrel with their faces, as if they hadn't eaten for three days.

Kyle pouted.

You are a Dementor, the dreaded jailer of Azkaban, the embodiment of darkness and evil, and Harry Potter's powerful sleeping aid... and you are licking the plate here?

Aren’t you embarrassed to tell others about it?

Fortunately, at this time, another long-horned dragon flew over from a distance and brought news about Newt.

Dumbledore is here.

Now Kyle didn't care about the Dementors anymore and immediately started to return with Dobby. The poor house-elf was almost frightened to death when he sat on the dragon's back.

Kyle saw Dumbledore from a distance.

"Professor, is it finished?" he asked impatiently.

"Of course." Dumbledore smiled and took out a box and opened it. "Would you like to take a look? I promise you will be satisfied."

Kyle jumped in immediately.

The box had completely changed. Almost half of the forest had disappeared, replaced by towering cliffs and steep walls.

Fortunately, there is no blue castle or pink tree, and everything is normal except that the shapes of the cliffs are a bit strange.

The original lake had expanded several times, with no end in sight. There was also a large island in the middle of the lake, which Kyle found familiar.

"This is a replica of the design in Newt's box." Dumbledore came over from behind. "I guess the Hungarian Horntail would like this environment very much. It just so happens that you have a dragon like this."

"What a stubborn guy." Kyle said, "I think it should just sleep on the grass. There's no need for it to live in such a nice place."

"It's up to you." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I wanted to help you expand the space here, but I'm running out of time. I need to accompany Ariana to a place tomorrow, and I also need to take time to attend the sorting ceremony in the evening."

"Perhaps you can do it yourself. I think the traceless extension spell should not be difficult for you."

"Wait." Kyle didn't care about the issue of expanding the space. "The sorting ceremony... Hogwarts is about to start?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded. "Why, don't you know? I wish I could get back in time."

Kyle really didn't know.

Or maybe he has been busy developing feelings with the fire dragon recently and didn't pay attention to this problem at all.

"It's okay, Professor. You don't have to rush back." Kyle raised his head and stretched out his hand to the top of Dumbledore's head. "Just give me a handful of hair."

Dumbledore dodged by turning sideways.

If you were to ask British wizards what the most precious thing is... hair would definitely be in the top three. It is extremely rare for Dumbledore to not be wearing a wig at his age.

He would rather let Fox peck his beard than protect the top of his head.

As a result, Kyle opened his mouth and asked for one?

"Polyjuice Potion." Kyle explained, "In fact, for a period of time after the start of the school year, I was pretending to be the headmaster, not the real you, so we just need to send the necessary things to Professor McGonagall before the start of the school year."

"You, pretending to be me?" Dumbledore was stunned.

Before coming here, he had inquired about what had happened recently and knew that Dumbledore had appeared in the school more than once.

But at that time, all his attention was on Ariana, and he didn't think much about it. He just thought that he had gone back.

I didn’t expect it to be Polyjuice Decoction.

But this way, he really doesn't seem to need to be distracted. Judging from Ariana's previous appearance, the things she needed to do seemed to be quite important.

"So, I never went back to school?"

"No," said Kell. "At least I never met another Dumbledore while I was at school."

As he spoke, Kyle was rummaging through his transformed lizard skin bag.

"Fortunately, there is still one bottle, which should be enough." He took out a small bottle, which contained a gray-brown viscous liquid potion.

Polyjuice Potion, which Kyle had taken from Slughorn's office. He had used some of it in 1899, and this was the only bottle left.

Then Kyle looked back at Dumbledore and blinked.

"Okay, I see." Dumbledore sighed, "But I think if it's just Polyjuice Potion, the beard should be fine..."

“It’s all right,” Kyle said.

Dumbledore's hair and beard were the same color and about the same length, and he wasn't sure which one it was at the time.

As long as it works, it's fine.

Dumbledore turned around, and soon he had a silver-white beard in his hand, and it seemed that he had only pulled one side, resulting in half being sparse and the other half being dense, which looked weird.

Kyle opened his mouth.

In fact, he wanted to say that he didn't always play the role of the principal in the school, so there was no need to say so much. However, he was worried that saying these things would hurt Dumbledore again, so he gave up.

Kyle pulled out an envelope and placed the Polyjuice Potion and the beard inside.

The two came outside the box. Dobby had already prepared toast for dinner and could faintly smell the aroma of stew.

"Professor, you still have to write a letter to Professor McGonagall and tell him that I will be the headmaster for the time being."

"What is it?" asked Dumbledore.

"I don't know." Kyle shrugged. "I only glanced at the letter and threw it away. I didn't remember the contents at all... Well, just write whatever you want."

"Ok."

Soon, a letter was written.

Kyle just took a look and his memory immediately went back to the time when he was on the Hogwarts Express.

When he saw the letter at that time, he cursed Dumbledore in his heart as an old fool.

After Dumbledore finished writing the letter, the two of them hurriedly ate a few bites of toast and said goodbye to Newt and left. They needed to hand these things over to Professor McGonagall before school started.

This is not difficult. Professor McGonagall usually returns to the castle a week before the start of school and just finds an owl to deliver the letter.

Using the portkey, the two came to Hogsmeade. Calculating the time, Professor McGonagall should be preparing the list of new students for tomorrow.

Kyle walked into the Owl Post Office next door and spent three Sickles to deliver the envelope in his hand.

When learning that the letter was sent to Hogwarts, the clerk here looked at Kyle strangely, as if he was looking at a malnourished troll.

Was this the first time he had seen someone come all the way here using a portkey to deliver a letter to Hogwarts?

Wouldn't it be better to just walk to Hogwarts? It's only a few minutes away and you can save some money.

Besides, it is unlikely that a wizard who can use a portkey cannot afford an owl.

But since the other person was already here, he couldn't say anything. He took Sikko and casually stuffed the letter into the claws of an owl nearby.

Kyle naturally had an owl, but he certainly wouldn't have asked Rodan to deliver the letter. Besides, the portkey was also made by Dumbledore, he just followed along.

When Kyle walked out of the post office, he saw Dumbledore staring blankly in the direction of the Hog's Head Inn.

"You haven't seen Aberforth yet?"

"No." Dumbledore shook his head. "I wanted to tell him the good news before, but Ariana said the time had not come yet and asked me to wait a little longer."

"Can we tell him now?"

"Almost," said Dumbledore.

"In that case, why did we come all the way here?"

"Because I suddenly realized that I had never been to the Hog's Head as an ordinary customer. Every time I went there, I would be scolded by him."

Dumbledore touched his crooked nose bridge and suddenly showed a wicked smile, "Kyle, how about I buy you a drink?"