Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

"Well, this one is good, this one is also good..."

Returning to Hogwarts again, Kyle certainly couldn't go back empty-handed. He had to have a lunch no matter what.

Kyle came to the hall and sat calmly between Harry and Hermione, eating the sumptuous food in front of him as if no one was around.

While eating, he turned his head to look at the person next to him.

"Why aren't you moving? Aren't you hungry?" Kyle poked the fork in the only remaining piece of honey fried pork chop.

"If you're not hungry, I won't be polite."

After saying that, he took a big bite.

Ron's heart trembled.

He had been staring at the pork chop for a long time, but he didn't expect that it would fall into Kyle's plate in just a moment of distraction.

This move is too fast.

Also, as a graduate, what are you doing here? Just to steal their lunch?

"What exactly are you doing here at school?" At this time, Hermione helped him to ask the question in his heart.

"Did the Death Eaters outside do something again?"

"Have Death Eaters ever been honest?" Kyle swallowed the steak in his mouth and took a sip of pumpkin juice.

"As for why I came here... didn't I say it before? I just came here to watch the fun."

"Watching the fun?" Hermione was even more confused. "But the Minister has already left."

Amelia Bones had emerged from the Headmaster's office twenty minutes ago and hurriedly left Hogwarts with Scrimgeour.

No one knew what they talked about with the principal, but judging from Bones' relaxed and calm expression, the three of them must have had a pleasant chat and maybe even reached some agreement.

"Yeah, the minister has left, what else can you see?" Ron muttered quietly beside him.

He was still feeling bad for that honey fried pork chop.

"Of course." Kyle looked up at the teachers' table.

Dumbledore was not there, nor was Professor McGonagall.

In fact, after Bones and Scrimgeour left, Professor McGonagall went to the headmaster's office right after.

Even Dumbledore, who wanted to see the guests off, was forcibly dragged in.

Kyle stayed here to see if Dumbledore needed to be sent to the school hospital later.

After all, this matter has something to do with him.

When he was pretending to be Dumbledore, he had promised Professor McGonagall not to touch the time turner and leave this dangerous task to the professor.

But he broke his promise.

Although there were reasons for this, Professor McGonagall was obviously not very happy.

The professor of Transfiguration is quite old, and it's not good for his health to be sulking all the time.

So in order to have some peace and quiet for himself, and also to find a suitable target for Professor McGonagall to vent her anger on, Kyle simply sold out Dumbledore.

This is not difficult, just change the topic and conflict.

Professor McGonagall has worked at Hogwarts for decades. What she hates most is irresponsible professors who let students take risks. In her opinion, if something is dangerous, the professor must be at the forefront.

Even though Kyle had graduated, that was a few months ago, and in Professor McGonagall's eyes he was still a student.

Compared to the unknown situation of the time turner, Voldemort, the apparent Dark Lord, is definitely more dangerous.

When Kell reveals that he encountered Voldemort in the Hesperides, his rash use of the Time-Turner becomes less significant.

Coupled with Dumbledore's disappearance out of thin air, the blame was easily passed off, easier than he had imagined.

As for what will happen to Dumbledore...it doesn't matter. He won't die anyway, and Professor McGonagall can't kill him.

People over a hundred years old are at the age when they should be blamed for something, and this is not the first time he has done so. Taking on more responsibilities will help to keep fit.

This is a win-win situation for all parties and everyone is happy.

……

Kyle took another bite of the fried pork chop and took out a box, handing it to Harry.

"For me?" Harry asked blankly.

"Yeah, a gift," Kyle said.

what?

Harry, not knowing what was going on, subconsciously took the box and opened it.

Inside was a box full of candies he had never seen before. Although there was the Honeydukes logo on it, he had never seen any of them before.

"Thank you, thank you." Harry said, "But why, why did you suddenly give me a gift?"

"No particular reason." Kyle wiped his mouth after eating and looked around. "Just think of it as... my advance congratulations to you for winning the last place in the school for seven consecutive years."

As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of the people around him turned dark.

This is so depressing. What does it mean to be ranked last for seven consecutive years? Is this something worth celebrating?

But they couldn't refute it.

Because of the collective lateness this morning, Gryffindor was deducted 300 points in one go, leaving the other houses far behind.

Hermione's expression became even uglier.

In the past few years, she has added the most points to Gryffindor, but three hundred points... plus the previous gap, how many questions does she have to answer to add them back?

Even if I use a stiffening spell to fix my arms in the classroom, it probably won't be enough.

For a moment, the Gryffindor table was eerily quiet.

"It's all Snape's fault," Ron muttered. "He deducted fifty points from the seventh years who were late... fifty points from each person, otherwise there wouldn't be so many points."

"Seventh year..." Kyle glanced at Ron thoughtfully, "So you knew that the next period was Snape's, but you still ran over to watch the fun?"

"Yes..." Harry said, and then quickly explained: "But we also lost track of time."

"Then you deserved the 300 points deduction." Kyle said calmly, "Why are you so curious when you know Snape doesn't like Gryffindor?"

Harry sighed.

He hadn't said anything else. They were all about to go back to class, but because they met Kyle, they forgot about time while chatting.

But this can't be blamed on Kyle, after all, they didn't stop them from leaving.

After lunch, Harry and his friends returned to the common room to prepare for the afternoon classes.

Kyle, who was bored, wanted to go over and take a look, but maybe because he had graduated, the fat lady at the door refused to let him in.

Even with Kyle standing nearby, not even Harry and the others could enter the common room.

"You're so stingy. No wonder you sing so badly." Kyle muttered softly.

“What did you say?!” The Fat Lady heard it and angrily pressed her face against the picture frame, looking like she wanted to get out of it.

"Stand before me, you tasteless fellow...Everyone says my singing is heavenly."

The Fat Lady waved her arms.

"Ha, the voice of the biggest toad in the world, the voice of the biggest toad in the world, that's right." Kyle crossed his arms and said indifferently.

"What did you say!"

The Fat Lady was furious. She waved her arms vigorously as if she was swimming, trying her best to get out of the portrait, and even her face was squeezed out of shape.

The ferocious appearance scared the surrounding little lions so much that they trembled.

"Kyle, we still have to go back and get our textbooks." Hermione rubbed her forehead. She had never seen the Fat Lady so angry.

Although Kyle was telling the truth, the Fat Lady's singing was a bit torturous.

But they were in charge of the entry and exit of the Gryffindor common room, so they could only coax them.

Just like now, the Fat Lady, who was so intent on beating up Kyle, had completely forgotten her duties, and at least a dozen people were trapped in the corridor.

"What are you all doing here!?"

Just when everyone was at a loss, Professor McGonagall came over.

"Minerva, you've come just in time..." The Fat Lady took a deep breath and was about to complain, "He..."

"She won't let students into the common room," Kyle said first. "Everyone is waiting to go back to review their lessons, but the Fat Lady insists on not opening the door and insists that everyone listen to her singing."

"No..." The Fat Lady was confused, "I..."

"Professor McGonagall, this kind of atmosphere is unacceptable." Kyle took the lead again, "Everyone's time is precious, especially for fifth and seventh graders. Studying one more minute or reading one more spell may help them get a high score in the final exam."

"I……"

"How can we use such precious time to listen to people singing?"

"I didn't, it was..."

"She is delaying the future of the young wizards!"

"No, that's not it..."

"As a graduate, I strongly condemn this kind of abuse of power for personal gain."

"Boom!"

It was obvious that the Fat Lady really wanted to get out of the portrait, so she just charged forward with her head down.

As expected, she seemed to have hit an invisible wall, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

It was eerily quiet.

Most people present knew the truth, but they never expected that things would turn out like this.

It was so weird that some younger wizards even began to doubt their own memories, wondering if they had just blacked out.

Professor McGonagall's eye twitched.

In fact, she had a vague idea of ​​what was going on the second time Kyle spoke before the Fat Lady.

Anyway, it’s definitely different from what Kyle said.

But she couldn't get a word in either, and could only watch as the fat lady knocked herself unconscious.

call!

Professor McGonagall tried to calm herself down.

"The principal wants to see you... If you have nothing else to do, please go to the principal's office."

"Oh, okay." Kyle turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Professor McGonagall called him.

"Professor, is there anything else?"

"Hogwarts is a school." Professor McGonagall said after a moment's consideration: "You have already graduated. If you have nothing to do, it's best not to come."

Kyle stared at Professor McGonagall in amazement.

What does that mean? When they needed him to pretend to be Dumbledore, they wanted to tie him up in the school. Now that the real Dumbledore is back, they want to drive him away?

Destroying the bridge after crossing it... That's a bit too much.

"That's it." Professor McGonagall didn't even look at Kyle, but just waved her hand.

The portrait opened automatically, revealing the passage behind it.

"Hurry up and go back. What are you still standing there for?" She shouted at the crowd, "If you delay for one more minute now, your final exam grade might drop from O (excellent) to P (poor). Go back!"

Hermione blinked. She wanted to say that one point would not cause such a big fluctuation in the grade. At most it would drop from O to E (good).

But seeing Professor McGonagall's tightly pursed lips, she decisively gave up the idea and followed the crowd into the passage.

the other side.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall ignored him, Kyle could only sigh and turned to go to the headmaster's office.

The headmaster's office is also on the eighth floor, very close to the Gryffindor common room, basically just around the corner.