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Chapter 109 Special Contribution Award to the School
Although Kyle repeatedly assured him that he was fine, Professor McGonagall still insisted on sending him to the school hospital.
Although Madam Pomfrey did not find any injuries on Kyle, after hearing what happened, she insisted on letting Kyle stay here for one night.
After Professor McGonagall left, Madam Pomfrey took a bottle from the cupboard and poured a large glass of light blue potion for Kyle.
"Drink it!"
Lying on the bed, Kyle said with a bitter face: "No, that's not necessary, Madam Pomfrey."
What can I say about the medicine in the school hospital? It is very effective, but also very difficult to drink.
Cedric drank a refreshing drink when he had a cold last time. In his words, it was like pot water that had been exposed to the sun for three days. It took great willpower just to swallow it.
Kyle didn't want to drink the pot water.
Moreover, his most serious injury now is a tooth mark on his arm. In this case, he doesn't need to take medicine at all.
But Madam Pomfrey didn't listen at all. She stood there and said sternly: "This potion can help you quickly restore your energy and strength. You must drink it, otherwise you can't even think about leaving the hospital!"
When Kyle heard that he couldn't be discharged from the hospital, his face instantly fell.
The school hospital is the place with the most say in Hogwarts. Even if Dumbledore comes, he has to listen to Madam Pomfrey and dare not say no.
If Madam Pomfrey doesn't let Kyle leave the hospital, then he really can't leave, no matter who comes.
Kyle picked up the cup and drank the potion resignedly.
"Tons, tons, tons..."
The taste is indeed not that good, but it is better than the refreshing agent, and it is like the water used to wash pots that has been exposed to the sun for a day.
After drinking the potion, Madam Pomfrey left.
Kyle lay in bed, not knowing whether it was because he was too tired or because of the effect of the potion, he just felt his eyelids were unusually heavy and soon fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept. In a daze, Kyle only felt a rustling sound in his ears.
It's like someone is eating.
Um, eating?
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little hungry... and this feeling became more and more obvious.
Kyle raised his eyelids with difficulty. The sunlight was a little dazzling, and it took him a while to gradually adapt.
In front of him was the ceiling of the school hospital, and... the smiling face of Albus Dumbledore.
"Good afternoon, Kyle," Dumbledore mumbled, appearing to be chewing something with an open box of Beebe's Every Flavour Beans next to him.
After waking up, Kyle quickly understood the situation.
The greatest white wizard in front of him, the headmaster of Hogwarts, was actually stealing his snacks!
"There's really no room on the table." Dumbledore seemed to have guessed what Kyle was thinking and said with a smile, "And I suggest you don't eat this box. I ate three and they all tasted bad. I think they probably packed them wrong."
"Principal, you can try the golden brown one." Kyle said subconsciously, then turned his head to look in the direction of the table. Various snacks were piled on it like a small mountain.
And there was more than one. I don't know who moved the table next to the bed over, and there was also a mountain of snacks piled on it.
"These are all gifts from your friends. I think they have bought out all the Honeydukes." Dumbledore said with a smile, and put the bean Kyle mentioned into his mouth.
"Oh, it's champagne... It's a rare flavor."
"Principal, how long have I slept?"
"In three hours it will be a full day," said Dumbledore.
Kyle sat up in bed and stretched his stiff neck.
I didn’t expect to sleep so long that it’s already the next afternoon. No wonder I feel hungry… Wait! The next afternoon?
"Headmaster, Quidditch match."
"It's a pity that you missed it," said Dumbledore, "but Hufflepuff won. They thought that a Quidditch trophy would make you get better faster and give you more momentum during the game."
"Damn Oren!" Kyle pounded his pillow in frustration. This was the game he was most looking forward to.
"Speaking of Oren... Kyle, do you know why he's looking for trouble with you?"
“He said it was because of my dad,” Kyle said.
"But as far as I know." Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed, "Twelve years ago, if it weren't for Chris, Oren would have died at the hands of the Death Eaters. It was your father who saved his life."
"This is impossible. If my father saved Oren, why would he do this? Is he repaying kindness with hatred?"
Kyle said with certainty: "He really wanted to kill me at that time. If the centaurs hadn't arrived in time, he would have even used the Killing Curse on me."
"This is indeed a bit puzzling. I'm afraid only Oren himself knows the reason." Dumbledore said softly: "But he has already run away. It is not easy to catch a bard."
"Troubadour?"
"Yes," Dumbledore explained, "after his narrow escape, he left for France and began to travel the world as a troubadour.
As to when he first became involved in the smuggling of magical creatures, I have no idea."
"Then why did he come to Hogwarts?" Kyle asked puzzledly, "Is it just to kill me?"
"Of course not, child." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "I understand that the Ministry of Magic received an anonymous letter of complaint in mid-August, which detailed the routes of action of those smugglers.
Now that I think about it, the sender was probably Oren, which is why he applied to me for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor two months in advance.
But I also don't understand why he did this. Maybe he wanted to use Hogwarts to avoid something, or maybe he was short of money, or for some other reason. The bard is always so unpredictable. "
After listening to what Dumbledore said, Kyle found that he was getting more and more confused about Oren. All he could do was to plant more Bite Cabbage, and when he saw Oren next time, he would treat him to a plant bath.
No matter what, it was a fact that he almost fell into his hands, and it was the first time he suffered such a big loss.
Kyle had already decided that the one hundred biting kale would be a return gift to Oren.
"Now let's change our mood and talk about something happy."
Dumbledore said in a brisk tone: "Because you remained calm in the face of danger and successfully used the flying broom to send Connor Prince out of the Forbidden Forest at the most dangerous moment, and because of your noble spirit in facing two dark wizards alone to buy time for her, we have unanimously decided to give you the Special Contribution Award to the School."
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(End of this chapter)
Chapter 110 Vault Key
Kyle was quite surprised after hearing what Dumbledore said.
Only students who have made significant contributions to Hogwarts can receive the Special Contribution Award for the school. This is also the highest personal honor for young wizards during their school years.
Fifty years ago, a famous noseless wizard, the originator of the Defense Against the Dark Arts curse, Mr. Tom the Soul Splitter, won this award when he was in the fifth grade.
But Kyle is only in the first grade now, four years ahead of him.
From this aspect alone, Kyle could point at the other person's nose...maxilla, and say very frankly, you are so lame.
As for what happens after that, that’s another story.
"Thank you for your evaluation, Principal." Kyle smiled.
What he was thanking was not any special contribution award, but what Dumbledore had just said.
Especially the four words "noble spirit"...
It is said that Old Deng was qualified to be the principal because his inner qualities could be seen at first sight.
It’s okay not to accept it.
"You deserve this, you really deserve it." Dumbledore blinked and said, "Few people have the courage to face two adult wizards alone in their first year, not to mention that you defeated one of them.
The school directors all agreed that awarding you the Special Contribution Award was the best decision I made this year."
They are probably afraid of trouble, Kyle thought to himself. He didn't think the school directors would think so much.
Unlike Dumbledore, who devoted himself to the school, they cared more about their own interests.
If Kyle really died in the Forbidden Forest, it wouldn't take long for the entire wizarding world to know that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts would kill students.
By then, even if Hogwarts doesn't close, it will still be in a lot of trouble, and the school directors naturally don't want this to happen.
Fortunately, Kyle is okay.
They probably wanted to use this special contribution award to get rid of Chris and Diana.
But Kyle didn't care what they thought. At least he was satisfied with the current result.
"Principal, there is one more thing."
"Just ask."
"And Hagrid? I noticed he wasn't in the room."
"In fact, Hagrid was the first person attacked yesterday." Dumbledore said: "Oren tricked him into drinking undiluted Winged Demon venom, and then hid Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest after he fell into a coma."
"And Hagrid now..."
"Don't worry, Kyle. Hagrid is in better health than an ordinary wizard. He is not in danger of death."
Dumbledore comforted him, "And I also got the method to eliminate the venom of the Winged Demon from Newt. He will be back from St. Mungo's soon."
Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. He almost forgot that Hagrid was a half-giant with high health and defense.
Moreover, the venom of the Winged Demon is a bit special. Compared with being sprinkled on the body, it is not so serious to drink it.
"Principal, I have one last question."
"Tell me."
"That witch..." Kyle said, "Why is she hiding next to Kanna?"
"Ah, I've been wondering when you'd ask about that."
Dumbledore said, "I'm sorry, Kyle, because this matter concerns the Prince family, I can't tell you too much. I can only tell you that the witch does have bad intentions and her goal is a key."
"key?"
"Yes, the key to Gringotts' vault." Dumbledore said quietly, "Her identity is very special. As long as she can get the key to the vault, she can take away all the inheritance left by the Connor family openly."
Kyle frowned. The word "legacy" reminded him of something instantly.
He looked at Dumbledore, but received no response.