Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

At the same time that Professor McGonagall used the Imperius Curse to control the Death Eater, Kyle was attracted by Fawkes's perch opposite and turned around.

This perch is so beautiful. It is obviously made of top-quality mountain pear wood, and there are circles of golden lines wrapped around it. It seems to be anti-slip, or it may be a decoration, but Kyle is sure that it is all real gold... Dumbledore is really worthy of his name, he is rich.

But he probably won't need these now. After all, even the phoenix has run into his box, so there's no point leaving a roosting branch here. Why don't he take the trouble to help deal with it himself, so as not to take up Professor McGonagall's place here?

Kyle thought to himself, ignoring the voices of the portraits around him.

Something about Minerva McGonagall using the Imperius Curse... He must have heard it wrong, or Headmaster Armando Dippet was pretending to be drunk and talking nonsense.

He remembered that the Fat Lady's good friend, Violet, loved to drink and brew wine. A wooden barrel filled with wine could often be seen in her portraits. The two of them would occasionally get drunk in the middle of the night, making those Gryffindor students who were out at night miserable.

Sometimes I would just go to the kitchen to get some midnight snacks, but when I came back I would find the Fat Lady lying there unconscious and I couldn’t wake her up no matter what I did.

Since the Fat Lady was awake, they couldn't enter the common room. They could only squat at the door of the common room, shivering, holding the food they brought from the kitchen.

If they were lucky, the Fat Lady would wake up drowsily after an hour or two, and the people outside would be able to go in, but in most cases they would have to risk being discovered by Filch and squat at the door until the early morning.

This shows that the wine Violet makes is quite strong.

But the problem is, how can she make any decent wine with just a portrait? It must be fake.

Dumbledore and Headmaster Dippet probably drank her fake wine and started talking nonsense with their eyes open.

How could the headmaster of Hogwarts use an unforgivable curse in the headmaster's office? Absolutely impossible.

Kyle continued to stare at Qizhi, his neck seemed to be made of steel, with no intention of turning it at all.

Until there was no more sound coming from the ceiling above.

"Kyle, you..."

"Oh, I just remembered that I haven't watered the vegetable patch in the garden yet."

Kyle slapped his forehead and spoke first without waiting for Professor McGonagall to continue speaking: "If there is nothing else, I will go back first. Goodbye, Headmaster McGonagall!"

He walked forward without looking back, put it in his pocket when passing by Qizhi, then opened the door and strode out of the principal's office.

As for what Professor McGonagall wanted to do, Kyle didn't ask much, because he would know sooner or later anyway.

After walking through the castle and grounds, Kyle made his way back to the garden of the cabin.

He subconsciously glanced at a small stool by the door. When Dumbledore hid here before, he always liked to sit on this stool.

But now the stool is empty. Dumbledore still hasn't come back. Since the funeral, he has also cooperated and disappeared completely.

Kyle didn't know where he had gone or what he was doing now, but he thought it should be related to Voldemort.

However, after such a long time, Hagrid was much more energetic and his figure appeared in the garden again.

"Boom!"

With a dull thud, Hagrid, who was trying to seek comfort from the Hungarian Horntail, was hit by its tail and fell back several steps, hitting a tree heavily.

"Oh... it's so naughty." Hagrid groaned and limped towards Kyle. "I seem to see Grawp two years ago in it."

"Hagrid, I think there is a difference between dragons and giants...at least giants don't have spikes on their fists." Kyle glanced at Hagrid's thigh that was dripping with blood, "I suggest you apply some distilled white essence quickly."

"Ah, that's all right," said Hagrid, tearing off a strip of cloth from his clothes and tying it over the wound. "It must have known that I needed a little proper pain right now. That's very thoughtful, isn't it?"

Kyle laughed dryly twice and did not comment on Hagrid's behavior of licking the dragon.

So be it, as long as he is happy.

……

The next day, an unexpected notice appeared in the entrance hall of Hogwarts.

The principal has been replaced again.

Professor McGonagall, who had just taken office as the headmaster not long ago, became the deputy headmaster again, and Severus Snape, professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, officially took office as the headmaster.

This... the principal, changing people all the time, what's the fun in that?

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, thinking for a moment that this was a prank posted by some bored student.

It was not until Professor McGonagall announced the matter again in public during dinner that everyone was forced to believe it.

It was as if a second Christmas had been celebrated at the Slytherin table, it was extremely lively and everyone was celebrating.

But Snape himself, like most students, was confused and had no idea what was going on.

Even Snape didn't go to the hall to eat in the morning or at noon, which meant that he never saw the notice and found out about it later than others.

From Snape's perspective, he was just teaching as usual, so how did he suddenly become the headmaster?

No wonder those people looked at him with such strange expressions in class before, and some people always said some inexplicable words to congratulate him.

Snape thought the other party was talking nonsense and lost a lot of points.

Now that I think about it, he seemed a bit arbitrary.

No, that's not right. How did he become the headmaster... The Dark Lord broke into Hogwarts?

Definitely not. If it was really the Dark Lord, the school wouldn't be so peaceful.

If that’s the case, then why?

Snape's expression kept changing... It was this out-of-control feeling again, so uncomfortable.

"Principal McGonagall, what is going on?" He looked at Minerva McGonagall who had returned and quickly stood up and asked.

"Oh, you should call me professor, after all, you are the headmaster now." Professor McGonagall glanced at him indifferently, "As for why, didn't your colleagues tell you?

"He came to me today and threatened me on behalf of the Ministry of Magic to give you the position of headmaster, otherwise all the teachers and students in the school would be in trouble."

Although Professor McGonagall tried to control her voice, her tone was very rude.

She already knew the identity of the short director, who was a real Death Eater.

Professor McGonagall would be a fool if she didn't guess what this meant when a Death Eater wanted Severus Snape to be Headmaster.

Apparently, Snape was also a Death Eater, and was trusted by Voldemort to help him take control of Hogwarts.

To be honest, she did doubt Snape's identity. She had started to doubt it more than ten years ago. After all, they had seen Snape appear in Voldemort's camp with their own eyes.

But Dumbledore trusted him, and always hinted that he had irrefutable reasons to trust Snape.

So Professor McGonagall also chose to believe it.

Unexpectedly, he actually let Dumbledore down.

In the memory of the short Death Eater, it was the order of the mysterious man himself to appoint Snape as the headmaster, and it was also the first order issued by the Death Eaters after they took control of half of the Ministry of Magic.

It couldn't be that Voldemort liked Snape, so he must also be a Death Eater.

Professor McGonagall even suspected that Dumbledore's murder might have something to do with him. After all, it was too incredible if Malfoy was the only one involved... Under normal circumstances, after realizing Malfoy's intention, Dumbledore would never give him the chance to raise his wand.

There must be someone helping them for their plan to go so smoothly.

Moreover, when Malfoy was rescued by an unknown wizard, Snape was the only professor missing in the entire Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips.

Unfortunately, she had no evidence. After hearing the Phoenix's voice, Snape had been following her, so he had a perfect alibi.

Moreover, there were two people who attacked Filius, but there was only one Snape, so the number did not match.

Snape looked at Professor McGonagall's increasingly cold eyes and suddenly felt a little guilty.

When Professor McGonagall mentioned her colleagues just now, he thought of the Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic, but he didn't expect that they would want to attack Hogwarts so soon.

Snape had always thought that they would wait until they had the Ministry of Magic under their control before targeting Hogwarts.

What's even more incredible is that Professor McGonagall actually agreed to cooperate with them... No, she will definitely cooperate.

Snape walked forward and glanced at the students who filled half of the hall...they were the reason why Professor McGonagall agreed to the Death Eaters' request.

After understanding this, Snape calmed down and quickly accepted this fact.

And becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts would also help implement his plan.

Yes, his Snape plan...

Dumbledore was an unreliable guy. Before he died, he didn't even leave him a greeting, let alone a plan. Moreover, he was the only one who knew his identity.

Ever since the funeral that day, his identity as a Death Eater could never be cleared.

So Snape had to find a way on his own to defeat Voldemort, but he hadn't figured it out yet, or he had only figured it out halfway.

The Malfoys should be the key, and also, Potter.

He had heard Dumbledore say countless times before that Potter was the key to defeating the Dark Lord, and that he must protect him.

That cocky, reckless idiot?

Snape quickly found the disgusting face in the Great Hall.

But it was obvious that Harry, who found it difficult to accept Snape as the headmaster, had an equally aggressive look in his eyes, and he was almost writing curse words on his face.

After looking at each other briefly, both felt insulted.

"Look at him." Harry couldn't help but said in a voice that was not disguised at all: "I don't know how he became the headmaster of Hogwarts. I guess he must be very proud of himself."

Seeing more and more eyes around them, Ron and Hermione looked terrified and kept stepping on Harry with their feet to remind him to pay attention to the situation.

"Don't do this, Harry, you'll be expelled!" Hermione's voice trembled, "If he hears you, you will definitely be expelled!"

"I don't care!" Harry sneered, not holding back at all, his voice even louder, "So what if I'm expelled? If Snape is the headmaster, I'd rather never have been to Hogwarts!"

Snape's eyes flashed dangerously, but he surprisingly said nothing, as if he didn't hear Harry's declaration.

This made Hermione nervous until the dinner was over, then she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I almost thought you were going to be expelled on the spot," she whispered to Harry on the way back to the Gryffindor common room.

"I don't care," said Harry. "Do you think I'm kidding? If Snape really became headmaster, I would definitely leave school even if he didn't expel me.

"If you had looked carefully at the teachers' seats just now, you would have noticed that someone had already left."

"Ah?" Ron was stunned for a moment, "Is there someone missing from the teacher's seat?"