MTL - Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard-Chapter 748 Six hundred years of character, is this all?

Chapter 748 Six hundred years of character, that’s it?

Just like Ryan said, Gryffindor was really lucky. Not only did the two main players of Slytherin fail to participate, but the game even took only twenty minutes to decide the winner.

  260：0

This huge score gap shocked everyone. No one expected that the strong Slytherin didn't score a single goal.

Ron was like a wall, saving some dangerous shots beautifully. Some of them were even picked out with the tip of his glove and bounced off the goal post. It was simply magical.

Moreover, when the Slytherin audience sang the "Weasley Song" in unison, he commanded them from a high place in a leisurely and elegant manner, maximizing his taunting skills.

When Kangna hurried over, the audience had already begun to leave.

“So fast?” She said with some confusion. Normally, a game would take half an hour to end.

"Slytherin didn't score a single goal, and their mentality is already broken." Kyle shrugged, "They were eager to end the game quickly. When Harry snatched the Golden Snitch, he wasn't even disturbed."

"Yeah, their batsmen look like they are sleepwalking." Mikel on the side said: "But Kyle, if it is our game today, can you make the shot?"

"It's hard to say." Kyle thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "There are two situations now. One is that he feels very good today. In this case, although I can score, it won't be too many. There is nothing I can do about it. forming an overwhelming advantage.”

 “What about the other one?” Mikel asked doubtfully.

 “He is invincible.”

“What are you talking about?” Ryan asked, catching up from behind.

Mikel was startled and subconsciously shook the chess piece in his hand. Then, his crucial queen was kicked to pieces by Kyle's knight.

He pretended to borrow a book, walked over as if nothing had happened, and glanced slightly as he passed by Malfoy.

　　He was just like using a plug-in today, all he needed was a spotlight above his head.

"If he can play so well next time, we will be in trouble." Mikel said with some worry: "Gryffindor's score has already surpassed us."

 Until nine o'clock in the evening.

 “Weasley is our king.”

　　It’s so similar.

"I don't think so..." Kyle thought for a while and said a little uncertainly: "Ron is not a fool. How could he use Felixir in exchange for a victory in the game?"

 Suddenly reconciled with Lavender...The Slytherin student who was arguing with him fell into a ball inexplicably...The two opponents suddenly retired from the game...And, he performed astonishingly like a savior on the court.

 But there is no way, this is what Kyle saw. He could only walk over quickly, borrow a book and leave.

The Gryffindors were all celebrating their victory in this match enthusiastically, with zero Slytherin wins. This made them happier than having another Christmas.

 He was still a little curious about what book Malfoy was reading.

Moran is a chaser for the Mottola Macaws and one of the most popular professional Quidditch players. She also led the Irish national team to victory against Bulgaria at the last Quidditch World Cup.

“Now?” Kyle glanced at the dark sky outside.

"Nothing." Kyle shook his head. Without definite evidence, it would be better not to spread this matter outside.

Kyle never expected that Malfoy would not even go to the Quidditch game just to do his homework?

This is really unexpected, when did he become so fond of learning.

Kyle said this because Ron's abnormal performance was so strange that he couldn't help but think of the birthday gift Slughorn gave him yesterday...the small bottle of Felixir.

The Quidditch match was just a small episode. Soon, Kyle stopped thinking about it and walked towards the library.

The song has a new version again, and this time it lives up to its name - "Weasley is our King."

What if Ron is really just lucky? It's not impossible.

"Sorry, kid." The fat monk bowed and said, turning his head, "Kyle, the principal is looking for you."

But then again, would anyone use Felixir just for a Quidditch match?

Even this game is not even the finals, it is just the most ordinary academy game.

Even though he said that, Kyle still felt a little guilty. There was nothing he could do about it. Judging from Ron's behavior, it looked too much like he had drunk a Felixir.

Since everyone had just returned from the stadium, there were not many people in the library. Kyle just glanced and found Malfoy in a position near the aisle.

"Can you blame me?" Mikel was also angry, "Do you think I wanted to go there? I was scared, okay?"

 …

While the battle between him and Mikel was getting intense, Hufflepuff's ghost fat monk suddenly came up from under the chessboard.

 “Don’t let any ball fall into the net!”

This kind of competition is worth using Felixir?

  Anyway, Kyle thinks it’s impossible. This is no longer a luxury, but simply because he has a bubble in his head.

"Kyle, he must have drank...that." Listening to the descriptions of the two, Kangna also thought of the Felixir.

 When they returned to the castle, the surroundings had turned into a sea of ​​golden red.

Kyle didn’t go anywhere after that. He stayed with Connor in the Room of Requirement to get through potions all afternoon. After dinner, he returned to the common room and played a few games of wizard chess with Mikel.

“Hey, do you know how to do it?” The king turned around angrily and complained to Mikel: “There is no way you can walk under the hooves of other people’s horses. Even a giant monster is better than you!”

"If it's another way..." Kyle paused, then continued: "Then don't say it's me. Even if Moran comes, he probably won't be able to score Gryffindor's goal."

If these are all coincidences, isn't it a bit too coincidental?

"But it's not legal, elixirs are prohibited in organized competitions, even in schools."

Ron became Gryffindor's hero, surrounded by everyone.

"It doesn't matter." Kyle said calmly, "I'm just a little behind. Just catch up."

However, what disappointed Kyle was that there was only one "Advanced Transfiguration Guide" on Malfoy's desk, which was a common reference book on transfiguration after O.W.L., plus a pile of parchment next to it, which basically confirmed that Malfoy It's time to do homework.

 “That’s what the principal said, they are waiting for you.”

"All right."

Helping, Kyle could only stand up. When he walked to the door, he suddenly thought of something, turned around and said: "Kanna, come and help me play this game."

 “Okay.” Kangna nodded.

But the moment she stood up, Mikel's expression suddenly changed, "Ryan, I remember we haven't finished our spells homework yet. It's due tomorrow, and we have to finish it quickly. "

 After saying that, without waiting for Ryan's reaction, he ran directly back to the dormitory.

It's not that she's afraid of losing, it's mainly that Kangna plays chess too slowly.

Mikel, who has been tortured once, knows it all too well. Even if he loses an important piece due to a mistake in this game, it may take more than half an hour to play.

 Instead of being tortured for another half hour, Mikel would rather choose to do his homework.

 Fortunately, Kangna didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that Mikel left, she continued to sit down and read her book.

 …

On the other side, Kyle left the common room and made his way to the eighth floor.

 In addition to Dumbledore, Harry was also in the principal's office.

On the table in front of the two of them was the familiar Pensieve, with the silver memories inside flowing gently like a fish.

 Looks like they should have watched another memory just now.

“Professor, what do you want from me?” Kyle habitually ruffled the feathers on Fox’s neck at the door.

 But the strange thing is that no one spoke after waiting for a long time.

Kyle raised his head subconsciously, and then noticed that Dumbledore was looking at him with a very strange look. Generally speaking, it was three-point shock, seven-point disbelief, and nine hundred and ninety-ninety percent suspicion.

 “What’s wrong?” Kyle asked again. "I heard from Harry that you gave Slughorn a glass of old mead?" Dumbledore's voice was trembling, as if he was trying to restrain something.

“Ah, that’s true.” Kyle nodded. "Professor, you like mead too?"

"If possible... I would also like to try it." Dumbledore paused, then pretended to be casual and said: "I rarely drink strong wine as I get older, and mead is just right."

 “Okay.” Kyle took out the golden cup again and shook it slightly.

 The principal's office soon had a faint sweet aroma of aged honey wine.

But no one present looked at the glass of wine, including the portrait. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the golden cup.

 “Armando, is this that one…” a witch couldn’t help but ask,

“To be honest, I haven’t seen the real thing.” Armando Dippet said, “But judging from the appearance, it shouldn’t be wrong.”

"Kyle..." At this time, Dumbledore suddenly asked: "What is this cup?"

“This is Hufflepuff’s golden cup.” Kyle said calmly: “What’s wrong?”

“You actually ask what’s wrong?” Phineas’s voice came from above his head, and at some point, the principals all squeezed into the portrait closest to the table.

 He shouted in a high voice: "This is Hufflepuff's golden cup!"

"Be calm, Phineas...be calm." Dumbledore waved his hand, signaling for him to be quiet.

 “Can I see this?” he asked.

 “No problem.” Kyle pushed the cup over generously.

Dumbledore poured the mead into the teapot next to him, picked it up and looked at it carefully, his crooked nose almost touching the cup.

“Professor, is this really Hufflepuff’s golden cup?” Harry asked in a low voice.

 “I think, yes!” Dumbledore said with a hint of confusion in his voice.

"But..." Harry didn't understand. "In the memory we just looked at, wasn't this golden cup deceived by Voldemort? From Hepzibah Smith."

 What they just watched was a memory about the Golden Cup, or Voldemort's early work history.

 With the convenience of his work at Borgin and Burke, he knew that Hepzibah Smith had collected the gold cup, so he used smooth words to deceive the thing from her.

At that time, Harry felt that the golden cup looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. He soon thought that it was in the school hospital yesterday.

The cup Kyle used to pour the mead was exactly the same as the golden cup in his memory.

But he didn’t think too much at first, and just subconsciously muttered that this kind of cup was very common, and there was an exact one in Kyle’s place. Under Dumbledore’s questioning, he recounted the scene.

So...Kyle was called over.

"What is going on? Is that memory false?" Harry asked.

"No, I can guarantee that the memory will not be false." Dumbledore shook his head, "As for what happened in the middle... I'm afraid only one person knows."

 He raised his head and looked at Kyle, "Can you tell me what's going on?"

"Didn't Nico tell you?" Kyle blinked, "Just like Ravenclaw's diadem, this was originally Voldemort's Horcrux. I found it and gave it to Nico, and he helped me deal with it. alright."

Dumbledore’s mouth twitched sharply twice.

 Why is it Nico again?

Dumbledore still remembered that after learning about the crown, he made a special trip to Nico's manor to ask him what else he was hiding from him.

At that time, Nico used his own character of more than 600 years to guarantee and swore to him that there was absolutely no more.

 Dumbledore believed it.

After a while, he took out another gold cup.

 The character of more than 600 years, is this it?

At this moment, Nico's image in his heart collapsed.

 Liars...are all liars!

It took Dumbledore a long time to calm down, and he decided to skip this topic for the time being.

 “So, how did you find this Horcrux.”

Harry also looked over, he was equally curious.

"It's a coincidence." Kyle said, "Didn't Lucius Malfoy take a notebook before? I was wondering if other Death Eaters might also have Horcruxes, so I took the time to go to Lestrange. The family’s ancestral home.”

"And you found this golden cup there?" Harry couldn't help asking, his tone full of disbelief.

　　“Well… so be it.” Kyle nodded.

This time not only Harry, but also Dumbledore felt speechless.

When did finding a Horcrux become such a simple matter? They had no clues about a Horcrux until now, but Kyle found it just by randomly going to the ancestral home of a Death Eater?

Dumbledore took a few deep breaths. Although it was a bit unbelievable, he still accepted it.

  After all, this is not the first time. It can be said that all the Horcruxes found so far are related to Kyle.

 The more you experience it, the more you will get used to it.

Dumbledore put down the golden cup in his hand, and then asked with a serious face: "Kyle, I need you to tell me seriously now, do you have any Horcruxes that we don't know about? This is very important."

 He had never thought that one person could find so many Horcruxes within a few years, even after learning about Ravenluck's Crown.

 But it’s different now. The reality clearly tells him that Kyle can do it.

 “No more, I promise!” Kyle said.

 He is really gone. Dumbledore knows all the remaining diary, crown and locket.

Originally, he robbed Voldemort of a snake, but it was not used as a Horcrux by Voldemort. It was at Newt's place at the moment.

Dumbledore looked into Kyle's eyes. After a long time, he slowly nodded and sat back down.

"I believe you." He said, "But Kyle, you really shouldn't hide such an important thing. If I don't call you here today, you won't tell me."

"If I had that thought, Harry wouldn't be able to see the cup," Kyle said with a shrug.

“And the gold cup has always been at Nico’s place, and I just got it at Christmas this year.”

He would not take the blame for this. When he took out the golden cup in the school hospital, he had never thought of hiding it from Dumbledore. If he just wanted Slughorn to help him test whether the wine could still be drunk. , he can totally change the cup.

"Sorry Kyle." Dumbledore sighed, "But like I just said, this matter is important and we have to take it seriously."

"I see."

"This..." Dumbledore glanced at the golden cup again, "Can you keep it here for a few more days?"

 “Can’t we take a look now?” Kyle was a little hesitant.

This thing is no longer a Horcrux, and there is absolutely no need for Dumbledore to keep it... What if he still remembers that he took away his black tea.

"Don't worry, I'll return it to you in a week at most." Dumbledore said.

 “Then…okay.” Kyle nodded after hesitating for a moment.

But just to be on the safe side, when he left the principal's office, he took Fox away from the perch.

 Dumbledore’s mouth began to twitch again, but he didn’t say anything.

 (End of this chapter)