Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

"Jingle Bell……"

"welcome!"

Accompanied by the sound of crisp wind chimes, Dobby, who was sent to Diagon Alley by Newt to help, jumped out from behind the counter and stared at the incoming customers without blinking.

The person who came was a middle-aged wizard. He just came to withdraw money today, but he suddenly found this newly opened store on the way.

It's really strange. In this situation where Death Eaters are rampant, Diagon Alley is becoming increasingly depressed, and people are closing their shops to seek refuge abroad every day, there are still people who dare to go against the norm and open a new shop to do business... Isn't he afraid that the Death Eaters will come to cause trouble?

Although he wanted to leave Diagon Alley as soon as possible, he walked in out of curiosity to see who was so stubborn.

After entering the store, his first impression was quite good. The bright store gave people a very comfortable feeling, and there was a faint scent of wood floating in the room... It was the unique smell of Yaw wood, and the source of the smell should be the brand new counter.

Using yew wood to make a counter shows taste and also money... this kind of wood is not cheap.

At the same time, he smelled the sweet scent of some kind of fruit. The fragrance was strong but not irritating, and it was refreshing.

"That's great." The wizard thought to himself, "If it were a few years ago, there would be many customers here, but now..."

He shook his head. To be honest, in the current situation, who would be in the mood to go shopping? What's the point of decorating well? It would just be a waste of Galleons.

He paid no attention to the house-elf that jumped out, but simply shifted his gaze to the shelves, wanting to see what the strange fruity scent he had just smelled was, and then leave as quickly as possible.

It was a bunch of grapes, but the fruits were much larger, plump and round. They looked delicious at first glance, and the fragrance went straight into my nostrils.

This must taste good.

The wizard swallowed his saliva and wondered whether he should buy a bunch of fruit to take home. After all, the money he had just withdrawn was more than enough to buy a bunch of fruit...

Until he saw the price under the fruit...

Without the slightest hesitation, the wizard held his breath, turned around, and almost trotted out of the store. He didn't take two deep breaths until he was far out on the street.

Are you crazy? Ten Galleons for one fruit. Is it made of gold?

No, even if it's made of gold, it can't be so expensive. Let alone eating this thing, even smelling it would make you sick.

He had sniffed the store quite a bit just now in order to find the location of the fruit. I wonder if the boss will rush out to ask him for money.

Subconsciously, the wizard quickened his pace again.

No wonder the other party dared to open a shop in Diagon Alley at this time. His heart is even darker than that of the Death Eaters. Why doesn't he rob Gringotts!

The customer ran off cursing, and Dobby, the enthusiastic house-elf, had to go back behind the counter.

This is the first person to escape today... the fifth? Or the sixth.

After a whole morning without making a single sale, Dobby, who had a vague idea of ​​prices, sighed and felt a little sorry for Mr. Kyle's trust.

At the same time, Kyle on the other side did not care about his newly opened store, but stayed on the second floor of his home in St. Catchpole Village.

Suddenly, a slight explosion was heard in the originally quiet village. Kyle subconsciously walked to the window and looked outside.

Mrs. Weasley had returned and was standing at the door of the Burrow, along with himself.

Kyle remembered it very clearly. The first time he left Hogwarts after pretending to be the headmaster, he happened to meet Mrs. Weasley who was about to move out of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. It was the scene before his eyes.

By tomorrow, I should be ready to go to France to find Kanna.

Kyle's eyes flashed, and he took out the time converter that was completely damaged and unusable from his pocket.

Then Kyle took two steps back and used Apparition to disappear from the room.

At this moment, outside the window, Kyle, who was about to walk into the Burrow, suddenly stopped, as if he had noticed something, and turned to look at the window on the second floor of his house.

"Kyle, what's wrong?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"Nothing." Kyle shook his head and walked in. "Mrs. Weasley, let me help get rid of the pests."

"Thank you for your help," said Mrs. Weasley. "There are always so many vixens to chase away. I don't even know how they get in."

While the two were cleaning the Burrow, Kyle had already arrived at the door of the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade.

He did not go in, but looked inside from the window.

Aberforth was still the same, standing behind the bar with a sinister look on his face, wiping an even dirtier cup with a dirty rag.

As usual, Dumbledore and Ariana had not returned for him.

Kyle looked away and walked towards Hogwarts.

He remembered that Dumbledore had said before he left that he and Ariana were going to do something for the next time travel.

This so-called next time travel should be going back to the past to save Dumbledore.

Kyle didn't know when they would be back, so he had to do something just in case.

But before that, he had to go to Hogwarts first.

It's time to settle some things.

Because it was class time, Hogwarts was quiet, and Kyle walked in through the main gate. On the way, he met Professor Sprout who had just come out of the greenhouse.

"Kyle?" Professor Sprout was a little surprised and walked over quickly. "Didn't Minerva say you just left school? Why are you back again?"

"Oh, I just realized that I forgot to take something, so I came back." Kyle said calmly.

"No one noticed." Professor Sprout asked nervously.

"Don't worry, Professor." Kyle waved his hand and said in a low voice, "As an outstanding graduate, it is normal for me to come back and miss my alma mater. No one will doubt that I am Dumbledore."

"It's best to be careful," said Professor Sprout. "Do you want me to tell Minerva?"

"No, no." Kyle shook his head, "I just came to get something. It won't take long."

"Okay, then you can come with me." Professor Sprout took off his dragon leather gloves. "The get out of class is not over yet, no one will notice that you have been to the principal's office."

"it is good."

Kyle followed Professor Sprout into the castle and met Filch on the way.

It was obvious that Filch, who was in charge of guarding the school gate, did not welcome Kyle, a "social idler" who had already graduated. However, with Professor Sprout following him, he could not drive him away and could only stay in the shadow in the corner and stare at him viciously.

"Argus, go and get busy." Professor Sprout glanced at him, "Kyle just came to discuss something with me, and I will send him out of school afterwards."

This is clearly a move to drive people away.

Filch's face froze, but facing Professor Sprout, the dean, he could only bow slightly, turned around and left the hall without saying a word.

Then, the two of them walked up the deserted stairs to the eighth floor, in front of the gargoyle.

"I won't follow you in." Professor Sprout glanced at the time, "The get out of class will be over soon. The next class is Gryffindor's Herbology class. If you want to leave the school, you can ask the ghost to find Minerva.

"Oh, and by the way, just knock on the second pot-shaped silverware on the table and a ghost will come over."

"Is this how the silverware in the principal's office is used?" Kyle smacked his lips, having learned something new.

He knew that those silver objects must have more than just decorative functions.

"Yes, the second one, don't make the wrong one."

"It's okay," Kyle said, "I'll leave school in another way so no one will see me."

"That's good."

Following the ringing of a bell, Professor Sprout left in a hurry. She returned to the castle to get the antidote potion in her office.

The next class is for seventh-year Gryffindors, and the topic is poisonous cactus. Since Mr. Longbottom is in the class, it would be better to prepare some corresponding antidote potions in advance.

Otherwise, Madam Pomfrey would probably mutter and suggest canceling the dangerous Herbology class again.

Really, there is no danger in those cute, weak herbs. It is Mr. Longbottom who is dangerous.

Fortunately, I won't have to teach him soon...

Professor Sprout left, and Kyle followed the passage behind the statue into the principal's office.

It was still the same here. The portraits of the principals closed their eyes and pretended to sleep. After hearing the noise, several of them opened one eye.

When they saw that the person coming was Kyle, they stopped pretending to be asleep.

"Boy, why are you back again!" Phineas Black asked bluntly.

"Nothing, I just came to give you a gift." Kyle walked over with a smile and took out a pile of finished paint from his pocket.

These are all professional pigments for making magic paintings. Kyle spent a lot of money to buy these things, but he didn't feel sorry at all.

Mr. Phineas deserves the best.

Kyle took out his wand skillfully and with just a few strokes he drew a ferocious mace with a spike at least three inches long, which shone coldly even in the portrait.

"Wait...you, what do you want to do!" Phineas felt a chill all over his body, but the principals led by Armando Dippet came over with shining eyes.

"I haven't offended you, have I? You can't do this..." Phineas wanted to run away.

"How can you say I'm offended? That's too polite." Kyle said without even looking up, "I just suddenly felt that it's too boring for the principals to stay in the portraits every day, so I wanted to give you some fun."

Fun?

This is obviously just for fun, okay? That bastard Dippet has already started warming up!

Phineas felt his legs go weak and he wanted to run away.

But the other headmasters reacted quickly. In order to prevent him from running to other portraits, two middle-aged wizard-looking men immediately ran behind him and held his arms.

"The kid has good intentions, but where are you going?" One of the bearded wizards stared at Phineas sinisterly, with ill intentions almost written on his face.

Phineas began to struggle, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from his colleague's restraints.

During this time, Kyle has also completed his work.

In addition to the extremely intimidating maces and two-handed axes, he also thoughtfully drew one-handed swords, daggers and thorn vine whips for the witch principals, with the main focus on taking all aspects into consideration.

During this time, Armando Dippet was observing Kyle.

Although the portrait had no ability to think, he could tell from his experience that the current Kyle and the one who had just left did not seem to be the same person.

Of course, the fact that he was able to come here meant that he was not someone else pretending to be him. He was the kid named Kyle, but he gave people a different feeling...

He could also tell that the kid was targeting Phineas, and even his portrait could show his undisguised malice.

But what does it matter? Armando Dippet chuckled twice.

He was just a portrait and didn't care what happened. What he cared about was that he would have fun later.

He also has to thank Phineas, who used his selfless heart and broad mind to provide everyone with a wealth of leisure and entertainment activities.

What a nice person...

Armando Dippet rubbed his hands and couldn't wait to pick out a handy long-handled axe from the huge arsenal of weapons... the same model as the Hogwarts statues, he had wanted to try it for a long time.

……

Listening to the howling coming from the portrait, Kyle felt more open-minded.

When he first returned to 1899, Phineas wanted to deduct points from him, but because the points were not enough, he simply reset the Hufflepuff house points to zero. Kyle always remembered it.

In order to repay the principal, he simply drew a hundred swords, spears, sticks and axes according to the highest standards, and that made the matter even.

After putting down his wand, Kyle moved his sore wrist.

Although the voice in the portrait was soothing, Kyle did not forget the main purpose of his visit.

He searched the principal's office for a while and finally found a blue scarf with a phoenix feather. Then he carefully pulled out the feather, placed it on the perch at the door and lit it.

He needs Fox now, but it is impossible for him to go find his current self, so he can only try this method.

Phoenixes are sensitive to their own feathers, and since this is Dumbledore's office, perhaps he can sense it...

Kyle thought about it, not sure if this method would work. If not, he would have to go there himself.

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a sudden light in the principal's office.

Fox landed on the branch, tilted his head, and looked at Kyle in confusion, as if he didn't understand why he was here.

"Fox, I'm so glad you came." Kyle said, "Don't be weird, both of them are me, but something happened."

Fox straightened his head again.

"I need your help with something." Kyle took out an envelope, "Can you help me deliver this to Beauxbatons and give it to Professor Victor who is in charge of alchemy? This is also related to Professor Dumbledore."

Fox grabbed the envelope but didn't leave. He just continued to look at Kyle and made a crisp chirping sound.

"You don't know the location?" Kyle was stunned. The Phoenix can go anywhere it wants, but it cannot find the corresponding location with just an address... This is a talent that only owls have, and it is also the main reason why they can become messengers.

"Didn't Professor Dumbledore take you there?" Kyle asked.

Fox nodded.

"This..." Kyle rubbed his forehead, "What about Beauxbatons, do you know?"

Fox continued to shake his head.

"Forget it, just take me with you." Kyle sighed, "Let's go to France first."

The contents of the envelope were extremely important, so he was hesitant to leave it to an owl. It would be safer to leave it to Fox.

This time Fox moved, and flew expertly to Kyle, allowing him to grab his tail.

Kyle didn't notice that while he was talking, the principals behind him also gathered together.

"Did you hear that?" Armando Dippet whispered to a witch, "He just said, 'Both of them are me'. What does that mean?"

"Time-turner," Delisde Winter blurted out.

"So, this child in front of us came back from the past?" Armando blinked. "Albus disappeared in the past, and he came back from the past. In this case, this child should have brought Albus back... But why doesn't he come to Hogwarts?"

"Albus has his own ideas." Devonte said without turning his head: "Are you sure you want to stay here? Phineas is running away."

Armando subconsciously turned around and saw Phineas sneaking to the edge of the picture frame. As long as he crossed the picture frame, he could run into other portraits, and it would be difficult to catch him then.

After all, after leaving Hogwarts, they can only move in their own portraits.

"Hey, stop right there!" Armando didn't bother to think about Dumbledore, he picked up the long-handled axe beside him and rushed over.

"Look at my new magic, faint!"