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"Then we have to celebrate four years." Fred said in the same tone, "After all, you have to be in your fifth year at Hogwarts to become a prefect, and he's only in his second year this year."
"Oh, it could be six years." George raised his eyebrows, "Don't forget the student union president."
"Yeah, that's right... Tsk, tsk, six years of hard work pulling out fireworks, that's a lot of money."
The two of them spoke in unison, and both their tone and expression were exactly the same as that of a certain Potions professor. If you didn't know, you would have thought there were two Snapes standing at the door.
Kyle didn't say anything. He just silently gave them the middle finger and continued to look at his desk.
There lay a pile of parchments covered with writing.
The contents on the parchment were copied from the restricted area.
Kyle remembered that it was a book about alchemy called "Magical Products: Change and Fusion".
Originally, he was not very interested in this book. After copying it, he just left it there and didn't look at it for a long time.
But things are different now.
Helping the Weasley brothers research quick-acting candy to skip classes could only be considered a bit of entertainment after completing his homework. What he wanted to understand most now was the Horcruxes.
Kyle flipped through the parchments one by one, especially the part about integrating magic into ordinary objects, which he read very carefully.
After all, this is the only information he can find that is somewhat related to Horcruxes.
Although this relationship is a bit far-fetched, and Kyle doesn't know whether Horcruxes are related to alchemy, it certainly doesn't hurt to know more.
Anyway, they are all related to fusion, so what if there is some similarity?
Although there is a big difference between soul and magic, it is not impossible.
……
I didn't think there was anything special about it before, but when Kyle read it carefully, he found that the content of the book was very obscure.
In order to fully understand these things, Kyle ordered many books on alchemy from Diagon Alley via owl and taught himself from scratch.
Or maybe it's that alchemy is something that burns money. Even the most basic book costs no less than ten Galleons. It's even more expensive than Lockhart. Kyle spent a huge amount of Galleons just on this part.
I watched it like this for nearly a month.
One night a month later, Kyle sat at his desk as usual, but this time, instead of looking at anything, he took out a magic wand and tried to control the toffee in front of him, making it float up slowly.
St. Catchpole is a wizarding village. If magic is used here, the Trace will basically be of no use, and it will be difficult for the Ministry of Magic to track him down.
However, for safety reasons, Kyle would only take out his wand at night, when the Ministry of Magic was off work and there were the most people.
Also, he wasn't using his own wand, but that of the Rat Witch.
When he picked up the wand, he put it directly into his robe pocket without giving it to Professor McGonagall or anyone from the Ministry of Magic.
Although the strikers also asked him about the wand, it was more like a formality. Kyle just said he didn't see it, and they left.
Perhaps in their opinion, the Forbidden Forest is so big that it is normal to lose a wand or something like that. Maybe it was taken away by some small animal.
In the end, the wand became Kyle's trophy.
It's just not very convenient to use. There's an indescribable awkwardness to it, as if you're eating noodles with a spoon.
But you can't ask for too much from something you picked up for free.
Under Kyle's control, the toffee began to peel off layer by layer. After about five minutes, the whole candy turned into pieces of "candy paper" as thin as a cicada's wing.
The candy paper is very thin. If you look closely, you will find that each piece has different patterns.
Kyle pulled out another vial of light blue swelling potion and waved his wand again.
Two drops of potion floated out of the bottle, and began to continuously extend and split in mid-air, turning into countless thin but imperceptible lines that just fit perfectly onto the patterns on the candy wrappers.
Then, the new candy wrapper began to gather towards the middle and turned into a complete toffee again.
This is what Kyle gained this month, changing the form of matter and then merging them together.
It's a bit like the enchantment process in the game.
But unlike traditional alchemy, which directly sets enchanted gems on weapons, Kyle's method is to crush the gems and recast them into weapons.
The complexity increases exponentially, so it is no wonder that it is placed in the banned books area.
Kyle picked up the toffee and held it up to the light to examine it closely...it looked just like any other candy, with no difference.
There was no problem after breaking it open, it seemed like just an ordinary toffee.
“Should we find someone to try out the effect?” Kyle muttered to himself.
This was the first time he had done something like this, so he was a little unsure and didn't know if it was successful. The best way was to find someone to try it out.
Kyle was thinking about who to test the drug on.
Fred and George were the most suitable, and they would probably be happy to try, but Kyle was the first to rule them out.
He didn’t learn this to perfect a product for the twins.
And if they knew that I could perfectly combine toffee and swelling potion, I would never think of doing anything else this summer.
Ron is a very good candidate... obedient, easy to deceive, easy to cajole, and easy to pass the buck to.
The savior Potter who enrolled this year is also good. He has been staying in his comfort zone for many years and has no idea how sinister the hearts of people in the wizarding world are. It is just the right opportunity to teach him a lesson, which can be regarded as Kyle's good intentions.
Both of them are suitable, who should I choose?
Kyle was a little confused.
……
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 124 Two Cakes
At the end of July, the village of St. Catchpole welcomed a special guest.
Hagrid was discharged from the hospital, and with the help of Newt and the therapist, he remembered everything that had happened before. He also learned from other professors about the changes in the Forbidden Forest at the end of the semester.
Hagrid couldn't believe that Kyle's two life-threatening situations a month ago were both related to him.
"It's all... my fault... this... idiot!"
In the living room of the Kells' house, Hagrid covered his face with his hands and sobbed, "Is it because of me that you almost died in the Forbidden Forest? It was also because of me that you met a werewolf in St. Mungo's again. I should be kicked out of Hogwarts and be a Muggle all my life!"
Hagrid was shaking all over. Because of sadness and regret, the nearly four-meter-tall giant was crying like a child whose lollipop was taken away, and big tears seeped into his beard.
"Hagrid, calm down." Kyle handed him a tablecloth and comforted him, "Wipe your face. Don't forget that you are also a victim in Oren's incident. I have also compared it. The content on the note was not written by you, right?"
Kyle glanced at his own sofa with some distress.
Holding up Hagrid was already a heavy job for it, and with Hagrid's shaking... Kyle could clearly hear a teeth-grinding creaking sound coming from the sofa, as if it might go on strike at any time.
"But you almost died!" Hagrid sobbed, "It was me who told Oren Luwei about this, so he had the chance to trick you over."
"He always finds a way." Kyle said, "Don't forget that he is my Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He will always find a reason to take me to the Forbidden Forest."
"But you would definitely be on guard against other excuses!" Hagrid's shoulders were still shaking. "And you met the werewolf at St. Mungo's because you came to see me."
"It was an accident." Kyle shook his head and said, "Luckily I ran into it, otherwise, how many innocent patients do you think would have died that day... or turned into werewolves.
We have successfully defused a major crisis, Hagrid.
Besides, I should also thank you, because because of the werewolf incident, I will probably be awarded the Order of Merlin soon, and Dean Sassia promised that she would be my nominee. "
"The Galloping Gorgon, Merlin's Order..." Hagrid finally raised his head, looked at Kyle in shock and said, "You are probably the youngest medal recipient."
"Who knows." Kyle shrugged, "Eat a candy, it might make you feel better."
"Thank you, Kyle." Hagrid took the toffee from Kyle, wiped his nose with the back of his hand and said, "That reminds me, I also brought you a gift."
Kyle looked a little nervous and frowned. "It's not a new flavor of stoat sandwich."
Hagrid finally managed a smile, "If that's something you like, I can do it for you next time, but not today."
He took out a big box from behind and said, "I just found out that your birthday is also tomorrow.
Happy birthday in advance, Kyle, I made this cake for you.”
Kyle opened the box and inside was a large chocolate cake covered with icing sugar. On it was written in green icing sugar: "Happy Birthday Harry?"
Hagrid spelled it wrong, but I guess that's what it meant.
But that's not the point.
Kyle narrowed his eyes, his face full of confusion and puzzlement: "This is... for me?"
When did he change his name? Do Chris and Diana know about it?
"Of course you don't like it... Sorry, I got the wrong one."
Hagrid looked at the words on the cake, slapped him on the forehead with enough force to push over a cow, and pulled out a box from another inner pocket of his coat.
"This one is for you."
Same frosted chocolate cake, same typo, but the syrup on top was yellow and Kyle's name was also replaced.
"You and little Harry have the same birthday, and I mixed up the two cakes."
"Thanks Hagrid, I enjoyed it."
Kyle cut a small piece of cake on the spot and put it in his mouth, and then... nothing happened.
A rich sweet taste rushed from the mouth to the top of the head, and it felt like drinking a mouthful of concentrated syrup.
Sure enough, he shouldn't eat any food Hagrid gave him!
Kyle gritted his teeth and swallowed the small bite of cake with difficulty.
"How is the taste."
"Excellent." Kyle gave a thumbs up and said, "I've never eaten such a sweet cake."
"As long as you like it." Hagrid said happily, "Why don't you eat some more? There's still plenty."
"No, no, it's not the right time yet." Kyle shook his head again and again: "I plan to share it with my friends tomorrow.
It would be a shame for Fred and George to miss such a delicious cake, and Cedric will be back soon, so I plan to save a piece for him as well."
"Yes, good things should be eaten with friends." Hagrid smiled and said, "If you like, you can come to me anytime after school starts."
"Ahem...sure, sure." Kyle felt his throat tighten and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, you prepared a cake, are you going to give it to Potter?"