Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

"Who are you!"

"who are you?"

Deep in the mountains, as soon as Kyle landed, he bumped into an old wizard with white hair. Almost at the same time, they raised their wands and pointed at each other.

"Miles McFasty." The old wizard spoke first and sneered, "Stop pretending. Aren't you here to find me? It's just that I didn't expect you to dare to chase in, and find this place so quickly."

As he spoke, his wand lit up.

"McFastie?" Kyle was stunned for a moment, used the Shield Charm to block the flying red light, and said: "I think you misunderstood, I am not a Death Eater."

To be honest, this old wizard is a bit weak.

Kyle looked at the silver shield that didn't even shake, and complained in his heart.

Through the previous conversations between Voldemort and the Death Eaters, he was basically certain that this man named Miles should be the patriarch of the McFasty family, or at least a high-ranking official.

After all, a Death Eater wouldn't make a deal with a mere minion.

Kyle subconsciously thought that Miles should be similar to DeRols, the dragon keeper captain of the Fire Dragon Sanctuary.

But what can I say? The spell just now was too weak. His level is about the same as that of an ordinary cannon fodder Death Eater. He can't be a fake.

"A crude lie."

But before Kyle could say anything, the weak old wizard spoke first.

He had a pretty bad temper, and when he saw that his spell didn't work, he took two steps back, put his fingers in his mouth, and blew out a sharp sound like a whistle.

An angry roar came from a deep cave behind him, and a ray of orange-red light appeared.

Kyle was very familiar with this light.

Dragon flame!

Kyle took off running.

The dragon flame brushed against his robe and in the blink of an eye burned a tree behind him to charcoal.

A pitch-black fire dragon crawled out of the cave. Its nearly thirty-foot-tall body looked extremely oppressive.

"Aren't you here for the Black Dragon? Why are you running?" Miles said in a cold tone.

"I've already told you, I'm not a Death Eater!" Kyle tried to reason with him, but it was useless. The other party seemed to have determined that he was one of Voldemort's men.

But come to think of it, the only wizards appearing in the Hehidric Islands at this time seemed to be the Death Eaters, so it was not surprising to have such an idea.

no solution anymore.

Kyle opened his box as well.

He wanted Norbert to come out and explain things to the dragon and the wizard in front of him. Perhaps this would make them listen to him calmly.

The Norwegian Spinosaurus, whose combat power is second only to the Hungarian Horntail, is very suitable for reasoning.

The open box shook a little, as if something big was about to come out of it.

Kyle glanced subconsciously and saw a flash of shiny black and three bronze spikes more than ten inches long.

"I……"

Without any hesitation, the translucent silver shield in front of Kyle quickly grew larger and more solid, like a real shield.

At the same time the ground rose up, forming a stone wall.

The next second, the big guy finally crawled out of the box, and then swung its spiky tail without hesitation and hit the stone wall hard.

The makeshift fortifications didn't last even a second and shattered.

The tail hit the shield with a dull sound, like a siege cannon hitting a city wall.

The shield was instantly covered with spider-web-like cracks, but at least it did not break.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly. Kyle looked at the Hungarian Horntail in front of him and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with lingering fear.

He clearly called Norbert, how did this thing come out?

Because Kyle had forcibly taken the basilisk away before, he had some unpleasantness with the Hungarian Horntail.

He rarely even goes into the box now. If a Hungarian Horntail sees him, he will definitely be tailed.

This is also the Hungarian Horntail's unique way of greeting, and its purpose is to urge him to release the basilisk quickly.

"You are dreaming." Kyle grinned and said slowly, "I won't let you see the basilisk. If you have the guts, kill me and make the basilisk fall into a deep sleep!"

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the originally dark scales of the Hungarian Horntail seem to have a hint of red.

This trick really works. Since it regarded the basilisk as an opponent that must be killed, this hot-tempered but stubborn tree wasp has been completely at odds with it.

Putting the basilisk into a deep sleep is even more painful than killing it.

The Hornet compromised, swung its tail in frustration, and turned its head away from Kyle. It was so angry that it urgently needed to find someone to vent its anger on.

But there were only a few people around, Kyle couldn't move, and the other wizard... The Hornet's orange-yellow eyes passed directly over Miles.

So, the ready-made Hebrides black dragon was successfully selected.

The tree wasp pounced on its own kind without hesitation, locked its sharp dragon claws on its wings, raised its head, opened its mouth, and sprayed hot dragon flames on its head.

When the Hungarian Horntail, which has the most violent temper and the strongest fighting power, meets the otaku Hesperidian Black Dragon, the result is almost one-sided.

Especially Kayle's Hungarian Horntail, which almost bit three adult fire dragons to death a few months ago.

The Hebridean black dragon in front of him was really weak. In a short while, the scales on its body began to fall off like rain, all torn off by the wood wasp.

Miles was completely dumbfounded and subconsciously put his fingers in his mouth.

"I advise you to think it over carefully." Kyle said beside him: "If you call for a dragon, I can only send more helpers, and they will probably be killed by then."

"You still have a fire dragon?"

"Yes, and it's legal." Kyle nodded. He pointed to the Hornet playing scratch-off lottery. "I have a box like this one."

box?

At this time, Miles also noticed the suitcase Kyle was holding, and the wasp just now came out of it.

A small suitcase can hold a fire dragon?

This scene is so familiar.

"Wait." Miles frowned and said, "Do you know Mr. Newt Scamander?"

Hebrides

"Of course, this box was given to me by him."

"You killed him?" Miles' voice changed.

"How is that possible? What are you thinking?" Kyle said unhappily, "In a sense, Mr. Scamander is also my teacher. This box is his birthday gift to me."

Miles blinked and also noticed that this box was different from the one he remembered.

Too new, not that broken.

"In that case, why did you join the Death Eaters?" Miles said indignantly, "Mr. Scamander is the most opposed to dark wizards. As his student, don't you feel ashamed?"

"I've already said that I'm not a Death Eater." Kyle explained again: "I'm from the Order of the Phoenix, which was organized by Professor Dumbledore. I discovered the Death Eaters' conspiracy by accident and used Polyjuice Potion to sneak in."

"Albus Dumbledore?"

The greatest white wizard... Although Miles is also a homebody, he also knows this name.

"Why should I trust you?"

"Believe it or not," Kyle said indifferently.

"Squeak..."

A teeth-grinding sound broke the silence between the two.

The hornet has bitten the neck of the Hectic Black Dragon. The sound just now was the sound of the dragon's teeth piercing through the scales. If it continues like this, it will probably not take long for the hornet to tear the black dragon's neck apart.

Of course, it itself was also seriously injured.

In order to vent its anger, the tree wasp had no intention of defending itself, and instead exchanged injuries for injuries, with the main goal of hurting the enemy by a thousand and losing five hundred of its own.

Kyle sighed, and in order to prevent the black dragon from being bitten to death, he could only wave his wand.

Several nearby trees began to grow rapidly, forming a giant hand in the air, grabbing the Horntail, and forcing it back into the box.

When it was pulled away, the Hornet struggled hard, poked its head out again and bit off a large piece of meat.

"I'll let the basilisk fight you for five minutes in a few days." Kyle said helplessly.

After a moment of silence, the irritability on the tree wasp's face suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared. Two flames spewed out of its nostrils, and it actively cooperated and got into the box.

Why do I feel like I've been cheated?

Kyle scratched his hair, feeling that something was wrong with his Hornet.

Miles looked at the black dragon with a piece of flesh missing from its neck and covered in blood, and he felt so distressed that tears came to his eyes.

"We'd better move somewhere else." Kyle closed the box and looked up at the sky.

"The noise just now was too loud. The Death Eaters might be here soon, or... the You-Know-Who."

After saying that, without waiting for Miles to react, Kyle got on his broom and sped away into the distance.

The fire dragon made quite a noise just now. For safety reasons, it would be better to change places.

If it was just a Death Eater, Kyle wouldn't mind chatting with Miles for a while, or helping him. After all, from what he said just now, he should know Newt, and they have a close relationship.

But the problem is that Voldemort is here too, so he has no choice. They are all targets, and even if they gather together, they can't get any warmth. They can only wish for themselves.

On the other side, looking at Kyle's back, Miles hesitated for a moment and blew a louder whistle again.

For a moment, the entire mountain range was in turmoil, dragon roars rose one after another, and dragon flames rose from different places like bamboo shoots after spring.

This is the territory of the black dragons of the Hectic Islands. No one knows how many fire dragons live in such a mountain range.

But it will definitely not be less.

The dragon's roar made the Death Eaters who were searching the mountains subconsciously stop where they were. If it weren't for Voldemort's threat, perhaps 90% of them would have turned around and fled.

On the other side, several black dragons descended from the sky and carried the injured black dragon to another place.

Miles took out a flying broom from his deformed lizard skin bag and chased in the direction Kyle left.

Although the McFasty family are as homebodies as the Black Dragon, they are not completely cut off from the outside world. Some of them are even still attending Hogwarts, so it is not surprising that Miles has a broom.

With his familiarity with the mountain terrain, it didn't take long for Miles to find Kyle in a valley that was not easily discovered.

The scene was a bit weird, as Kyle was forcing potion into another person's mouth.

"Are you really Albus Dumbledore's man?" Miles walked over and asked.

"You've already chased here, don't you have an answer yet?" Kyle stuffed the Death Eater who drank the potion back into the box and asked, "You should not be here alone, right?"

He remembered that the whole village was empty at that time. With so many houses, it was obviously impossible for only one person to live in them.

Miles didn't say anything, but Kyle already knew the answer.

"Here's a suggestion for you. If you're all nearby, you'd better move somewhere else as soon as possible. Right now, the entire Hexadi Islands, no matter where it is, is safer than here."

"What do you mean?" Miles asked, frowning.

"It's hard to explain in a few words." Kyle spread his hands. "Anyway, just stay away from me. At least you won't run into the You-Know-Who. Of course, running into the Death Eaters is inevitable, but you... well, the dragons should be able to deal with those guys."

Kyle glanced at him, thinking of the weak spell before, and then changed his words: "Sorry, I don't mean anything else...but are all of you so weak?"

Kyle couldn't understand it either. This old wizard looked quite old, so why was his strength so weak?

"Black dragons hate magic." Miles explained vaguely.

He almost believed Kyle now. After all, it would not be difficult for this man to kill him, but he did not do so.

And his behavior was too similar to Newt's. Miles didn't think that someone Newt cared about would devote himself to the dark wizard.

But out of instinctive caution, he still did not answer Kyle's question.

He valued the safety of others more than his own life. When he walked out of his hiding place, he was already prepared to be killed.

"What a great decision," Kyle said admiringly.

Miles' heartbeat suddenly accelerated and almost jumped out of his throat.

"You, you know what I'm thinking?"

"I don't know, but it knows." Kyle pointed behind him, where a big cat with six legs was looking at him with a pair of orange-yellow eyes.

The idea that Miles just had was what Cat-Leopard told Kyle.

It was impossible for someone so bad at spells to be able to perform Occlumency, and Cat-Leopard saw through it at a glance.

"Let's go quickly." Kyle said again: "Although your hiding place is not nearby, if you are caught, this secret will be impossible to keep."

"I'll find a way," Miles said. "He can't know anything."

"Think of a way?" Kyle couldn't help but laugh.

"It's useless. That's the Dark Lord... You won't have the chance to refuse anything he wants to do to you."

Voldemort underwent several dangerous magical transformations, and he knew more than just the Killing Curse, but this was the one he was best at.

Miles left decisively without saying anything.

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that the old wizard would continue to procrastinate. What if he met Voldemort? He didn't know whether to help him or not.

I shouldn’t help... After all, it was because of my appearance that Miles was exposed, and Kyle felt a little guilty.

But if you go to help, it's buy one get one free.

That's fine now.

Kyle stood up and walked in the opposite direction.

"I found him!" A Death Eater nearby luckily spotted Kyle and immediately prepared to launch the Dark Mark.

But the next second, he saw a pair of purple eyes, and the whole person fell to the ground with a plop.

"Next time you don't have to knock him out directly. It's a waste of time."

Kyle ran over quickly, pried open his mouth skillfully, poured a small bottle of red potion into it, and then ran away decisively, looking for a place where he could Apparate.

The Death Eaters were also busy. Led by old Crabbe and old Goyle, they searched from the afternoon until evening.

However, wandering around in such a place is like opening a blind box. You never know when you will encounter a fire dragon after turning a corner. Those with some strength can still barely escape, but those who are not strong enough will just be crushed to death.

Moreover, due to the frequent use of spells, the magic power that filled the surroundings had made the black dragons extremely irritated. They completely regarded them as their mortal enemies and had begun to actively walk out of their nests and search for them all over the mountains and plains.

This also made the search mission progress more slowly.

Of course, besides the dragon's obstruction, there was another reason why the Death Eaters couldn't find Kyle.

……

"Avada Kedavra!"

On another hillside, Voldemort, holding the Elder Wand, effortlessly killed the fleeing Kyle, but strangely, there was no joy on his face.

When Voldemort walked over, his face looked terribly ugly.

Sure enough, this one is fake too!

It was clearly Kyle that was seen, but after being killed, he turned into another person, and judging from his clothes, this person was still his Death Eater.

……