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George looked down at the box in his hand and said, "We have prepared a gift for you..."
"But it's the same if I give it to you now." Fred said, "Open it and see if you like it."
Pity?
Is this human language?
Kyle looked at them expressionlessly and did not take the thing Fred handed him.
This was not the first day he had known Fred and George. Looking at their serious expressions, he knew with his heels that there was definitely nothing good going on.
"How did you know I was in the school hospital?" Kyle changed the subject.
"In fact, it's not just us..."
Fred probably knew that they couldn't fool Kyle, so he simply took the box back and planned to give it to Harry later.
"The news spread all over Hogwarts," George explained. "Quirrel tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone, but was discovered by a few brave little wizards. They passed many levels and finally succeeded in stopping him."
"Kyle, you borrowed the map just to go to the underground classroom..."
Fred said with longing: "Three-headed dog...moving magic chessboard...Death Eaters...Fiendfyre...Merlin's socks, this is much richer than our experiences in the past decade or so combined."
"You really should have called us!" George said darkly, "Even our little brother Ron got involved, but we didn't..."
"Next time, definitely next time." Kyle waved his hand.
Fred and George didn’t know if it was an illusion, but they always felt that Kyle was just trying to please them.
"Then it's a deal. You must take us with you next time." George reminded, "Otherwise, your Christmas present every year will only be a quill."
"And the cheapest one," Fred added.
"This is really too much." Kyle smiled and shook his head.
Fred and George left soon. They also had to visit Harry and give him the gifts they had carefully prepared.
After the two left, another group of people gathered around... They had also heard about what happened in the basement classroom and were eager to know more details.
Kyle finally got rid of those curious little wizards.
But when he arrived at the entrance of the Hufflepuff common room, he found that someone was waiting for him there.
"I know you'll definitely go back to the dormitory." Hermione said, "So I'm waiting here in advance."
"There were too many people just now, and we couldn't squeeze in." Ron muttered softly.
Hermione gave him an annoyed look.
"Okay...what do you want to know?" Kyle said helplessly, "But it's better to be quick. I really don't want to repeat those words again."
"How is Harry..."
"How did you get through those levels..."
They both asked at the same time.
"Potter is fine." Kyle looked at Hermione and said, "He was talking to Dumbledore when I came back. If you want to visit him, you can go now, but Madam Pomfrey may not agree."
"As for those levels..." Kyle looked at Ron again, "As long as you find the right method, it's not difficult to pass them. For example, in the key level, you can use the Bowtruckle or the Master Key to open the door directly. You don't need to grab those keys at all."
"Oh..." Ron whimpered. They had been gloating over the fact that they had picked up three brooms, but Kyle had told them that they didn't need to do that.
"What about the magic chessboard..." Ron wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Hermione.
"Don't ask, Ron. Kyle will definitely be able to pass those levels." She said anxiously, "We have to go to the school hospital to visit Harry now. If too many people go there, Madam Pomfrey will not let us in."
"Yeah, you're right, I almost forgot."
After thanking Kyle, the two ran quickly towards the school hospital.
……
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 230 Kyle's Career
Hermione's guess was correct. When she and Ron arrived at the school hospital, the place was already surrounded by students who came to visit Harry.
There were his friends, members of the team, and people who just wanted to join in the fun.
Of course, there are always people who come to take advantage of the situation... such as a first-year Slytherin student who does not want to reveal his name.
They blocked the door, looking for various reasons to ask Madam Pomfrey to let them in.
"Just let me in, Madam Pomfrey, please...Tomorrow is the Quidditch match, and I have to see Harry, it's very important."
Oliver Wood rushed to the front.
If there was anyone that Harry wanted to meet the most, he would definitely be in the top three.
Although they were more than 500 points behind the top-ranked Hufflepuff, there was still hope before the last game.
What if a miracle happens?
But without Harry, the most important seeker, they would be completely hopeless and might even finish at the bottom, setting the lowest score record for Gryffindor in ten years.
If that were the case, Professor McGonagall would definitely hang him on the Astronomy Tower... Wood felt cold all over just thinking about it.
So no matter how Madam Pomfrey refused, he held on to the door frame tightly and refused to let go.
Not far away, Dumbledore, who had just come out of the school hospital, saw this scene and smiled with relief:
"It seems that Harry is still very popular. So many people care about him."
There was another person following him.
Surprisingly, Snape didn't say anything sarcastic; he just gave Dumbledore a complicated look.
"Is this your plan? Let Potter face You-Know-Who alone. He might die..."
"Trust me, Severus..."
Dumbledore said in a deep voice: "Harry will have to face Voldemort sooner or later. This is inevitable. He must learn to overcome his fear."
"Oh, let a child be the savior..." Snape snorted disdainfully, not knowing whether he was addressing Harry or Dumbledore.
"He is just as mediocre as his father, arrogant, loves to break discipline, likes to be in the limelight, attracts attention, and is rude... To be honest, I don't see any chance of him defeating the Dark Lord."
"You saw what you expected to see, Severus."
Dumbledore walked into the castle without looking back and said, "Other professors say that the boy is modest, easy-going, and talented. I personally find him to be a likable child."
"Good talent?"
Snape had a strange expression on his face, as if he had heard that the Ministry of Magic was distributing Felicis Felix for free... ridiculous.
If Dumbledore had said this to Kyle, his reaction would not have been so severe.
Although he didn't like Kyle, Snape had to admit that the little bastard was indeed very smart.
After all, even he couldn't make the perfect water of life and death in the second grade.
As for that Harry Potter… he could make even the simplest boil potion wrong.
Is this considered a good talent?
But thinking of Kyle, Snape suddenly asked in a deep voice: "So, you really don't know what happened in the underground classroom at that time?"
"Of course, Severus, I have no reason to lie to you."
Dumbledore shook his head. "Hogwarts Castle is huge. Even I can't see it all."
"And that mirror..."
"He has never looked into the Mirror of Erised, not even once." Dumbledore's eyes became somewhat profound. "On this point, he is more clear-headed than any of us."
Snape fell silent again, and after a long while he continued, "Aren't you worried at all that Quirrell might take the Philosopher's Stone? I thought you were keeping an eye on him."
"Since I brought the Philosopher's Stone back, I've been worried about this happening every day. I haven't relaxed for a moment."
Dumbledore looked up and said, "But there are always exceptions, Severus."
As they were talking, the two had already arrived at the restricted area.
Lu Wei had been sent away, and the entrance room seemed empty. The two passed through the trap door and came to the room below.
Neither Dumbledore nor Snape used a broom, nor did they need to.
This height is as easy for them as walking down stairs.
After landing, Snape's expression changed and he bent down to pick up a leaf from the ground.
"Biting kale...If I remember correctly, Pomona put it here in the Devil's Internet Cafe."
"Perhaps someone thought the Devil's Snare was too simple and helped increase the difficulty." Dumbledore smiled.
"I don't think this person is Quirrell."
Snape stroked the leaves in his hand thoughtfully:
"Growing such dangerous plants recklessly and placing them in the school... If Quirrell hadn't come down earlier, Potter and his men probably wouldn't have needed to go to the school hospital...
With such disregard for life, aren't you worried that he might become the next Dark Lord?"
Snape did not say who this "he" was, but Dumbledore could guess.
"You are wrong. In fact, Harry and the others came down on broomsticks. Even if Quirrell was not there, they would not be affected in any way."
Dumbledore shook his head and said calmly: "And Kyle will not and cannot become the next Dark Lord.
He has a warm family and close friends. He is keen on learning magic, but never obsessed with improving his strength.
Oh, and he also has his own passion, which is completely different from Voldemort."
"Career? Are you referring to those deceitful amulets and crude maps..." Snape suddenly felt a toothache.
If these are Kyle's careers, then they, the Slytherins, have made great contributions.
Dumbledore blinked.
"At least the students like it, don't they?"
"Well, even if you are right, what about Occlumency?" Snape pondered, "If there is no hidden secret, who needs to master Occlumency in the second grade?"
"You should know, Severus, that we cannot use Legilimency on students." Dumbledore's tone became a little stern.