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"Oh, not mine."
Kyle said casually, "I asked the house-elves in the kitchen to bring Professor Dumbledore a cup of tea, and he drank it."
"Are you making a prophecy for Professor Dumbledore?" Connor said subconsciously.
Perhaps her voice was too loud, attracting Lockhart's attention.
"Miss Prince, do you have any doubts about this paragraph?" he asked.
"Sorry Professor, it's me."
Kyle stood up first, holding the book "Wandering with Werewolves" in his hand.
"I have never understood the principle of the human-recovery spell you just mentioned.
Is it a Transfiguration spell? Or is it a special spell like End of All Spells that can remove the influence of magic? "
"Both, kid."
Lockhart paused for a moment, then said in a brisk tone: "Although it is very easy for me to do, in fact, the restoration spell is very complicated and involves a lot of knowledge. You may not understand it..."
Kyle looked at Lockhart and smiled:
"If it's you, there must be a way to make us understand."
"Of course I can."
"But this will take several classes, and I don't think your Headmaster Dumbledore will agree with me doing this."
Lockhart blinked. "I'm glad you noticed that though. Five points to Hufflepuff..."
We continue with the class, and that’s what you need to think about.”
Kyle sat back down.
Dealing with Lockhart is pretty easy as long as you find the right method.
"Thank you..." Kanna whispered, "But weren't you reading a divination book just now? How did it become "Wandering with Werewolves"? "
"Nothing has changed. It has always been divination."
Kyle spread out the books in his hand. "I just switched the covers."
"I should have thought of this earlier," Connor muttered softly, and then continued to ask, "So you were helping Professor Dumbledore with divination just now."
"Pretty accurate, isn't it?"
Kyle smiled and said, "Everyone knows that Professor Dumbledore has a mortal enemy. This is completely true."
"Where is the stick that represents attack... Would anyone dare to attack Professor Dumbledore?"
"That's impossible to say."
Kyle stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe it was Fawkes... Didn't you notice that Professor Dumbledore's beard is getting shorter? That's his work.
In a way, this could be considered an attack.”
Kanna frowned and expressed her doubt about Kyle's words, but she couldn't find any reason to refute it for a moment.
……
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 290 Whisper in the ear
After class, Kyle went to the auditorium to eat something quickly and then rushed to the Quidditch field.
Ever since Slytherin had seven more Nimbus 2001s, even Harris had become nervous for a rare time.
Those brooms were so fast that Fred and George secretly spied on the Slytherin team. According to them, when the team members were flying, they could only see seven light green shadows whizzing through the air.
This is not good news for them, Hufflepuff.
Originally, the equipment gap between them and Slytherin could be made up by technology and tacit cooperation...but now that Slytherin's equipment has been upgraded, the skills of the Hufflepuff team members cannot be improved in a short period of time.
There is no other way, Harris can only train continuously to find tactics to deal with those "pay-to-win big guys".
However, the progress of this idea was not very smooth. So far, none of the tactics he formulated could be continued to the next day. They were overturned halfway through training every time, without exception.
It's the same today.
As dusk approached, Kyle returned to the castle exhausted.
Nearly a month of intensive study and training had left him feeling a bit overwhelmed. His head was dizzy and he just wanted to get back to the dormitory and have a good sleep.
"It would be nice to have a time-turner..." Kyle thought.
When he first returned to the castle, he met Professor McGonagall.
"I want to go find you?"
"Bad news..." Professor McGonagall handed a letter to Kyle, "Unfortunately, your second application for a time-turner has failed again."
"Is it because there are no extra ones?" Kyle took the letter and felt even more upset.
"Yes."
Professor McGonagall nodded, "They also specifically stated that this year is special and all the Time-Turners are in use."
Kyle glanced at the letter in his hand. There were only a few short lines on it.
"Your Excellency Albus Dumbledore.
Unfortunately, due to some special reasons, all time turners are in use, so we have to temporarily revoke their use until June next year.
Hope you can understand.
...Roderick Bode, Department of Mysteries."
"Dumbledore?" Kyle whispered.
"The headmaster wrote the application himself," Professor McGonagall explained, "but it was still rejected."
Kyle sighed, "So I definitely can't use the Time Turner this year?"
"I think, yes."
Professor McGonagall glanced at him. She was of course aware of Kyle's busy schedule.
Whether it was her Transfiguration Club or Professor Flitwick's Charms Club, the content was much more difficult than normal classes.
And since Kyle still has twelve subjects to study, it's no wonder he wants a time turner so much.
But the Department of Mysteries didn't approve it, and there was nothing she could do, after all, all the time-turners were kept there.
Just as Kyle lowered his head to read the letter, he suddenly heard a sound... a sound completely different from the sound of the wind and the crackling of the burning candle.
It was an old whisper, mechanical, cold, and without any emotion.
"Come here... come here... I can give you everything you want."
Kyle's hands shook and he almost tore the letter in his hand.
"What?" He looked up suddenly.
"I mean, it's a shame, but you definitely won't be able to use the Time-Turner this year," Professor McGonagall whispered.
"That's not it, Professor." Kyle shook his head and said after a moment's hesitation, "I just heard someone talking, and it seemed like they were asking me to come over."
Professor McGonagall looked around in confusion, then frowned slightly and twirled her fingers slightly...
Kyle felt a soothing breeze blowing past him and heading deeper into the castle.
After a few seconds...
"No one's talking, Kyle, there's nothing around us."
Professor McGonagall said, "Mrs. Norris is about twenty feet away, and there are two walls between us. Her voice obviously can't reach here."
"Maybe I heard it wrong." Kyle rubbed his ears.
"It may also be that you are too tired. It is good to love learning, but you can't push yourself too hard."
Professor McGonagall thought for a moment and continued, "Although I cannot cancel your course selection now, I will go to Professor Burbage and Professor Trelawney later to see if I can exempt you from your homework.
As for Quidditch training, I think you can put it aside for now... In my opinion, you only need to attend training once a week.
In addition, I will allow you to take leave from the Transfiguration Club at any time, so you should be able to relax a little bit."
Caridibbagge is the professor of Muggle Studies, and Trelawney is the professor of Divination.
The test scores of these two courses are relatively unimportant.
But Professor McGonagall didn't know that in addition to all these, Kyle actually joined a "Magic Club".
Learning magic runes was difficult in itself, and on top of that he had to watch out for the traps that Riddle had deliberately set... This resulted in him having less and less time.
As for training and homework…those are minor issues and not that important.
But since Professor McGonagall said so, he naturally wouldn't refuse.
After saying goodbye to Professor McGonagall, Kyle left alone with a lot of doubts.
In the Hufflepuff common room, many people were still catching up on their homework.
Cedric did not come back with them. As the seeker in the team, Harris placed all his hopes on him.
He should still be on the Quidditch pitch right now, practicing those classic Seeker feints.
Kyle greeted a few familiar people and returned to the dormitory.
Mikel and Ryan were also doing their homework outside, so he was the only one in the dormitory for the time being.
Kyle was lying on the bed, still thinking about what had just happened at the castle gate.
Who is talking?
Basilisk?
It should not be.
Although the basilisk can travel through the pipes in the wall and make sounds in places where no one can see, someone has to let it out.
But Riddle's diary was still in his box, so there was no chance to cause any trouble.
In the bathroom on the second floor, the props he arranged did not make any noise... If nothing unexpected happened, the basilisk should still be sleeping in the secret room.