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Hearing this, Dobby really stopped thanking him and said happily, "Sir, Dobby wants to find a paid job."
"Not a bad idea." Kyle looked at it, thought for a while and said, "If you need help, you can come to St. Catchpole Village to find me during the holidays."
Dobby's eyes lit up and he asked excitedly, "Sir, do you want to give Dobby a job?"
"if you need."
"Dobby is willing to work for sir!"
"Not for me." Kyle shook his head. He was always at school, and Chris and Diana were rarely at home, so they didn't need a house-elf.
He wanted Dobby to go to Newt.
Newt is almost a hundred years old. Although he has no problem with his daily life, he is obviously overwhelmed when it comes to taking care of those magical animals. If he had a house-elf to help him, it would probably make things a lot easier for him.
The Weasley family is also a good choice. Dobby doesn't need much compensation and they can afford it.
After Kyle explained the situation, Dobby immediately said it was okay and they could go anywhere.
"Sir's friends must be kind people. Dobby is willing to work for them."
"OK then."
A few minutes later, Kyle handed Dobby a letter, and it immediately left eagerly.
I think he went to apply for a job.
After Dobby disappeared, Harry asked curiously, "Did you write the address of the Burrow?"
"Yes." Kyle nodded.
The two walked down the stairs and prepared to go to class.
On the way, Harry was hesitating, as if he wanted to say something.
He always felt in his heart that Dobby was not suitable for the Burrow.
Although Ron once said that Mrs. Weasley did always want to have a house-elf, he could see that Mrs. Weasley actually enjoyed taking care of her family.
When Dobby goes over there, he will probably steal her fun.
But before he could decide whether to say this, he saw Ron running towards him.
"You're okay!" Harry came forward in surprise.
"Professor McGonagall said that I was attacked by the petrification curse, not the monster in the Chamber of Secrets. She has just helped me remove the curse."
Ron looked a little frustrated. "What a shame... I mean, if I could lie down for a few more days, I wouldn't have to take the exam."
Kyle paused for a moment, almost thinking he had heard it wrong.
Good man, you would rather be attacked than take the exam?
Ron's way of thinking is indeed different from others.
By the evening, Hagrid had returned and Hogwarts held a grand banquet.
Fred and George bought all of Zorko's fireworks and the celebrations continued late into the night.
“It’s awesome, it doesn’t get any better than this.”
Ron, his mouth full of chicken legs, mumbled, "And we're going to have an elf at home, too. I'm sure its cooking skills will be much better than Mom's."
Harry opened his mouth.
He wanted to say that Mrs. Weasley's cooking was better than the school's, but the explosion of fireworks just drowned out his words.
Harry looked at the excited expression on Ron's face and the thoughts from the morning came back to him.
Would Mrs. Weasley really let Dobby stay?
……
Actually, Harry was right.
A month before the holiday, Kyle received a letter from Mrs. Weasley.
Mrs. Weasley told him in the letter that ever since Dobby came, she was so idle that she was almost going moldy. She could not do anything every day. She even had to water the potatoes in the garden secretly for fear of making any noise.
"I can only water the potatoes now," she wrote. "I can't even dig up the rotten potatoes and plant new seeds... because by the time I made this decision, the elves had already done all the work."
Mrs. Weasley regretted it, and wanted to ask Kyle if there was any safe way to fire it without hurting Dobby.
In response, Kyle could only express his apologies in his reply and comfort Mrs. Weasley, asking her to hold on for another month.
When school was over, he would take Dobby to Newt.
Mrs. Weasley agreed.
……
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 330 Professor, Do You Know the Half-Blood Prince?
After the attack was resolved, Quidditch matches, which had been suspended for a long time, resumed.
But now there is less than a month left until the end of the semester. In order to save time, the upcoming games are almost back to back, and there will be at least three games every weekend.
Overall, the audience enjoyed the game very much, but the players were exhausted.
Especially Kyle.
The closer it got to the final exams, the more he regretted choosing twelve subjects. Although that was not his original intention, this statement failed to impress Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore.
He still had to memorize long sections of key points in the book for the exam, such as the formulas and meanings of arithmetic divination, as well as various common sense in Muggle life... Especially the latter, Kyle wasted most of his time on it.
Well, it was not until he got to know them more deeply that Kyle realized that the lifestyle of Muggles in the eyes of wizards was slightly different from what he remembered.
Just like the function of a yard. Kyle thought about playing, having afternoon tea, resting, chatting... but none of them were right.
It was not until he flipped through the book that he realized the correct answer was to mow the lawn.
My goodness, the purpose of building a yard is to mow the lawn...how much free time does that require?
And the most popular group activity, Kyle couldn't think of it anyway, the answer was watching TV...
Not only Kyle, but also Mikel, who even once suspected that he had been a fake Muggle for eleven years.
For the first time, Kyle wished the mandrake would take a while to mature, maybe until after the exams were over.
Sadly, Kheridibbaji was discharged from the hospital a few days later.
Even though she had been in the school hospital for several months and had hardly attended this course, the school still had no intention of canceling the exam.
Professor Bubaji had a full two weeks to prepare the exam papers for the students.
Mikel was so worried that he didn't eat for several days. He chose this course originally to make his transcript look better, but now it's good enough to get an A (pass), let alone a high score.
If the question was a little more tricky, perhaps he would get the first P (fail) in his Hogwarts career.
But putting that aside, the rest of the summer semester was a pleasant one.
Soon, on a sunny morning, exam week arrived.
For three whole days, Kyle kept running between the examination rooms...
During the Transfiguration exam, as soon as Kyle walked in, Professor McGonagall simply moved the teapot on the table to the side... The students were originally going to turn it into a turtle.
"That's too easy for you. Let's change the exam topic," she said. "I want you to write a paper on multiple deformations that is no less than five feet long."
Kyle was stunned for a moment. He thought Professor McGonagall would ask him to complete a more difficult transformation.
But writing the essay... Kyle didn't understand what this was on the exam.
Written test? But I took it yesterday.
"It's for Transfiguration Today."
Professor McGonagall quickly explained: "The editor of this magazine and I have been friends for many years. We have correspondence every month. She is very interested in the ideas you put forward in the Transfiguration Club.
So, I want you to strive for the Most Promising Newcomer Award of "Today's Transfiguration".
Almost all the masters of Transfiguration today are subscribing to this magazine. If you can leave your name on it, it will be very helpful for your future. "
"When to write it? Now?" Kyle's eyes lit up.
"Of course not. If you want to write an excellent paper, this amount of time is not enough..."
"Two months, that should be enough." Professor McGonagall said with a smile, "I will help you send the paper when the next semester starts. As for the current exams..."
She casually drew a circle on the report card, "Full marks!"
In addition to Transfiguration, Kyle also received full marks in the Charms exam. Professor Flitwick continued his straightforwardness from last year and did not waste any time on him at all.
And the following Care of Magical Creatures... Ancient Runes... Defense Against the Dark Arts... Kyle passed them all successfully.
However, there were also areas where I encountered trouble, namely Muggle Studies and Potions.
Needless to say, Muggle Studies was a double test of imagination and memory. Kyle kept writing until the last second before the end of the test.
But the Potions exam was different. Snape didn't even let Kyle into the classroom and directly stopped him outside.
"Professor, the exam is about to begin..." Kyle said.
He had reason to suspect that Snape wanted to prevent him from taking the exam in this way, and then give him a zero on the pretext of absence.
This is not impossible.
But Snape didn't care about that at all. He looked at him coldly and asked, "Tell me, what is that curse about!"
"What curse?"
"Don't play dumb." Snape said word by word, "The pillar in the Chamber of Secrets that was almost cut open shouldn't have been done by Riddle!"
"Oh... you mean the Divine Sharpness Spell." Kyle suddenly realized, "That was taught to me by a senior student."
"to be frank!"
Snape looked gloomy and took out a small bottle and held it in his hand.
"Don't lie to me again, otherwise, I don't mind using some other means... You should know what this is."
"Veritaserum."
"That's right, truth serum..." Snape sneered, "Only two drops are needed to make you tell all your secrets."