Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

France.

Nicolas Flamel had an old house in Paris, which was also where he and his wife Perenelle lived the longest. They spent about three hundred years together here.

Most of the books that Nico had collected over the past few hundred years were also kept here, all placed in a library that looked like a tall tower. Now if you looked up from the bottom, you couldn't even see the ceiling.

Tens of thousands of books and notes are quietly placed here. Only when there are occasional guests who like to read books, will they be taken down from the bookshelf by the house-elf Tata.

However, today, this silence was broken.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, a person appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the library, and then slammed heavily into the bookshelf.

Kyle no longer had the strength to stand up. He lay powerlessly on the floor of the library, looking like he might faint at any moment.

To be honest, he didn't expect that the God of Fire's attack was so powerful. It felt like he had chiseled a hole in his body. In order to control the fierce fire, he almost drained all his strength.

Fortunately, he ran away. If he had stayed there, he would have had to wait for death in his current state. Of course, if he didn't have a backup plan, he wouldn't dare to put all his magic power into one spell.

Voldemort must be so angry that he is jumping up and down. Just now he saw half of his face turned black, and he didn't know whether it was because of anger or burns.

Anyway, no matter which one it is, it makes people happy.

Just as he was thinking about it, Kyle felt a furry and soft touch in the palm of his hand.

Turning around, he saw the Sniff, whom he had caught and stuffed into his pocket before, now sitting on his hand, staring at him with a pair of sparkling eyes.

"Don't worry..." Kyle's voice seemed to be forced out of his throat, vague and hoarse.

"I'm fine...you...you..."

"Ok?"

In Kyle's sight, the little thing, Xiu Xiu, was actually picking up his gold coins.

Only then did he realize that he seemed to have misunderstood. The look that Sniff had just given him was not out of concern for him, but rather it seemed to be trying to determine his current condition and whether he could still move. If not, then it would take action.

And that’s what it does.

After getting the answer he wanted, Sniff ran to Kyle's transformed lizard skin bag, opened the bag with ease, and shoved a few golden Galleons into his inner pocket.

As it was rummaging, it looked up at Kyle, then quickened its movements again. It was not until it had emptied the leather bag of Galleons, Sickles, and even Nats that it patted its pocket contentedly.

"Just wait for me..." Kyle said unhappily.

He also admired the Sniff who took advantage of the situation.

"Sooner or later...I'm going to have to stuff you into the nostrils of a horned camel."

Kyle made a harsh remark. This was the only thing he could do now.

About half an hour later, Kyle, who had finally recovered some strength, walked out of the library unsteadily, holding on to the wall. He sat down on the soft sofa, staring blankly at a dull gray stone in his palm.

It was a special portkey that Nicolas Flamel had given him when he first came here years ago.

Made of fragments of the Philosopher's Stone, unlike regular portkeys which have time limits and cannot be preserved for long periods of time, the Philosopher's Stone's unique stability allows it to exist forever.

Just provide some magic power like using a magic wand, it can be activated immediately and bring yourself back here.

As for why it is blue, Kyle has no idea... maybe it is a scrapped defective product.

Kyle still remembers that it was the first time they met. What was he doing in the library?

Oh yeah, learn alchemy, and find out how to make Horcruxes.

Speaking of Horcruxes, Kyle subconsciously thought of the Longbottoms of St. Mungo's.

His original intention in making the Horcrux was to try to separate the broken souls of the Longbottoms.

But in recent years, because of Voldemort's troubles, it was difficult for him to have the time to calm down and complete this task.

Even Rowena Ravenclaw said that this idea is feasible, but not easy to achieve.

A broken soul could indeed save the step of tearing the soul apart by killing, but the Longbottoms were in such a state that they couldn't even speak clearly. It was almost impossible to expect them to learn how to make Horcruxes and perform all the steps accurately.

But this process could not be done by an outsider. After realizing that he had reached a dead end, he put the matter on hold for the time being.

Kyle shook his head and stopped thinking about it. Even Ravenclaw said it was difficult, so it was obviously not a problem that could be solved in a short time.

He still remembered that when Nico gave it to him, he said that one day he might come back here again.

Hey, he was right.

It’s just that the time span is a bit long, and he has already graduated.

Before this, he never had the chance to use this. Even when he needed Nico's help sometimes, he would go directly to his manor to find him. There was no need to go to such trouble.

In addition, there were more and more things in his transformed lizard skin bag. To be honest, if this thing hadn't rolled into his hand, he would have almost forgotten that he had a special door key.

Kyle put the completely useless door key aside and lay on his back on the sofa.

Not only is this France, it's also Nico's old house. It's safe enough that Voldemort wouldn't be able to find him even if he cut his head into a drill bit.

I just don't know what's going on in the Hesperidian Islands...

But Voldemort was also seriously injured, so he probably doesn't want to get entangled with those black dragons anymore... And the Ministry of Magic, considering the time, they should have received the news anyway.

Even if I hadn't reported it myself, the Fiery Flame that had risen into the sky earlier couldn't have been concealed. Has the Auror already gone there...

Lying on the soft sofa, Kyle felt his eyelids become heavy.

He was too tired. Facing the furious Voldemort, he might be caught if he was even the slightest bit careless, and there was also the Vulcan who tried his best to clear the way.

It was really cool, the endless flames destroyed all obstacles almost instantly, but it was also quite strenuous...

I hope the Auror who rushed over can destroy that thing. He can't go back for the time being...

But it doesn't matter if I can't put it out. The Fire God's Way has the property of restraining flames, even the fierce fire is no exception. Just don't get close to it and die...

As Kyle was thinking, he fell asleep without realizing it.

……

Meanwhile, the Hesperidian Islands.

There was a chaotic explosion in the air.

The solemn-looking Auror Office Chief Scrimgeour appeared out of nowhere, followed by nearly twenty Aurors and an even greater number of strikers.

Scrimgeour was in a bad mood. After he received the news that Voldemort appeared in the Hebrides, he immediately summoned all the experienced Aurors and also went to Hogwarts on the way.

But Minerva McGonagall told him that Dumbledore was away and no one knew where he had gone.

This is the nth time that Dumbledore is not here at such a critical moment.

Although he was very dissatisfied, Scrimgeour did not say anything. Even though he knew that he could not be a match for Voldemort, he still brought his men over.

Besides him, the faces of other Aurors and strikers were also filled with tension.

Led by Scrimgeour, everyone walked heavily towards the depths of the Hexadiles.

"The mysterious man... is he really here?" Finally, someone couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know, but it's very likely." Kingsley frowned.

When he was on the beach, he felt the strong scent of dark magic.

And the fire that covered half of the island before was hot and violent. It was definitely the Fierce Fire Curse.

Apart from the mysterious man, there should be no one else who can use such a large-scale fire.

Mysterious man...it's probably going to be a tough battle this time.

"Bill, Charlie, Cedric..." Kingsley turned around and said, "Don't run around, follow me closely."

"Don't worry, we know what to do." Strong Charlie walked forward and looked around curiously.

He had long wanted to visit the so-called Black Dragon Islands, but had never found the opportunity.

"It's a good thing Fred and George didn't come," Bill muttered.

His two younger brothers were originally going to follow, but considering that there were already two Weasleys in the team, Scrimgeour did not agree.

This time he is not here for tourism. He may face Voldemort directly, so he cannot bring all the Weasleys with him.

Besides, those two guys are really hard to manage. They run a magic show and no one knows what tricks they will come up with.

"Um... sorry, are you sure they didn't follow us?" Cedric said quietly, looking at somewhere in front of him.

Bill turned his head subconsciously and saw two identical figures flash by in the woods.

Although it was a short time, he still recognized their identities by their conspicuous red hair.

"Fred...George..." Bill just felt a toothache.

They still followed.

"I should have thought of it earlier." Cedric sighed, "After all, the letter was sent by Kyle."

"Nonsense, now is not the time to talk about friendship." Kingsley also rubbed his forehead.

Arthur and Molly would be here soon. In other words, except for the two little ones in school, all the other Weasleys were here.

If I meet Voldemort later...

Kingsley's face turned grim as he thought of a possibility. "Charlie, go find them and send them away no matter what."

"Okay." Charlie nodded and ran towards where they disappeared.

"I'll come along too," Cedric said. "Maybe I can convince them."

"Go ahead." Kingsley agreed without hesitation, "If you encounter the mysterious man, run away immediately, don't hesitate."

If possible, he actually didn't want Cedric to follow.

These people were too young and had no experience fighting the You-Know-Who, but Cedric was determined, and it was he who brought the news, so Minister Bones and Scrimgeour both thought it would be beneficial to bring him along.

"I hope everything goes well." Kingsley sighed and followed the main force into the depths of the Hexagonal Islands.

Then, they saw a scene that they would never forget.

There were dead wizards everywhere along the way, some were killed by spells, and some were bitten to death by fire dragons. The broken arms and limbs were scattered around, which was extremely shocking.

Even though the Aurors who came here were all experienced, their expressions did not look very good at this moment.

"Are these all members of the McFastie family?" someone asked.

"No." Scrimgeour, who was walking in front, looked at a dead Death Eater next to him and shook his head.

"Judging from their attire, these should be Death Eaters."

"All of them?"

"Yes, both."

Scrimgeour was a little confused. Wasn't the You-Know-Who also there? Then why were all the dead Death Eaters? That shouldn't be the case.

The crowd continued to move forward, and then they saw a special road.

A blazing flame path formed entirely of fierce fire stretched into the distance, as if there was no end.

The raging fire crackled as if it would burn any living creature that approached into ashes, but strangely it did not spread.

"Broom," said Scrimgeour in a deep voice.

Everyone immediately took out their brooms and flew over from above.

Some people flew to a high place on purpose to see where the end of the road was, but they couldn't see it. Wherever they looked, they could always see a dazzling golden red color.

"Come down now!" Scrimgeour shouted. "Do you want to expose our position?"

"Yes, I'm sorry." The batter quickly fell back to the ground, but when he thought of the scene he had just seen, his legs trembled unnaturally.

The fierce fire almost spans the entire island, and even the areas covered by the fierce fire have formed a gully filled with magma. It is estimated that it will not be long before the island will be completely burned through.

With just one spell, he split such a large island into two. Is this the mysterious man?

If he faces this kind of curse later, can he really survive?

The batter didn't know, and he didn't dare to think about it, so he could only follow him.

……

Not long after, a group of people from the Order of the Phoenix, including Mr. Weasley, arrived. Mundungus trembled and refused to move forward, but was kicked to the front by a skinny old wizard, who frightened him so much that he groaned.

"Everyone be careful." Mr. Weasley warned.

Several people followed the marks left by Charlie, walked quickly forward, and soon met up with the Aurors.

But after that, everyone who was ready for battle walked around the island for an hour, but found nothing except the killed Death Eaters.

Without the mysterious man and McFastie, it was as if they had come to an uninhabited island.

What made Charlie even more confused was that he didn't even hear any movement of the fire dragon.

This is very wrong. The Hexadilic Islands are where black dragons have lived for generations. As fire dragons that hate magic the most, it is impossible for them to be so quiet when facing such a large area of ​​fierce fire.

Could it be that he has been taken away by a mysterious person?

Charlie thought of a possibility and his heart suddenly became nervous.

But soon he shook his head again.

No, with so many fire dragons appearing together, it is impossible that there would be no movement at all. Rather than being taken away by a mysterious man, it is more likely that they were all killed.

But this is not good news either... What exactly happened here?

Charlie's doubts are also what others want to know. The only thing Scrimgeour can be sure of now is that the mysterious man is no longer here.

"Hey, why are you so slow!"

The shout startled the already nervous crowd, and several strikers swung their wands subconsciously.

"Oh, damn!"

"What are you doing!"

There was a hint of shock and anger in his voice.

Scrimgeour turned his head.

"Weasley?"

"Of course it's us." Fred got up from the ground and said with lingering fear: "Why did you attack us!"

"I need to confirm your identities!" Scrimgeour said solemnly.

"It's okay, I'm sure they're real."

Cedric's voice suddenly came into his ears. Scrimgeour looked up and saw Cedric pointing at a button on his robe intentionally or unintentionally.

Scrimgeour was relieved.

The Ministry of Magic had recently equipped the Aurors with communication tools, and that button was the key. Only a few people knew about it.

Among these people, there is Cedric, which also proves that he is real.

"Fred, George!"

Mrs. Weasley walked out of the crowd angrily, "You clearly promised me to stay in the Ministry of Magic, why are you here!"

"Oh, Mum!" Fred shrank back.

"Of course, it's to help find clues." George also felt a little unsure.

"Looking for clues..." Mrs. Weasley became even angrier, "You are the only ones who can find clues?"

"That's not right, Mom." Fred raised his eyebrows. "In fact, we have already found it."

"A very important clue," said George.

"While you're wandering around."

……

"Mr. Scrimgeour, come over here and take a look." Cedric stopped the two from showing off in time and walked forward and said.

Didn't you see that Mrs. Weasley's face had turned completely dark?

He was worried that if he didn't come out to change the subject, these two foolish friends would have to stay here forever with those Death Eaters.