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Kyle continued, "Although it may be very hard for you to go there, especially during the full moon, and you may even have to face those fire dragons alone, the salary of a dragon breeder is still considerable..."
Lupin fell into deep thought again.
It doesn't matter if it's a bit hard, he is not afraid of facing the fire dragon, and the high salary is a temptation that is hard to refuse.
The only thing that made him hesitate was that the distance was too far.
Seeing that Sirius was about to clear his name, he had so many things to say to the other party and was really unwilling to run so far at this critical time.
Forget it, let’s talk about it for the time being while I still have some gold coins in my pocket.
Lupin thought to himself and decided to wait until the truth about Sirius came out before considering looking for a job.
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(End of this chapter)
Chapter 441 The vacation begins
As if he didn't want to face those letters from parents, although Madam Pomfrey kept saying that his injury had not healed yet, Lupin still insisted on being discharged from the hospital. He went to the office to pack some things and left the castle alone in silence.
Lupin got into the carriage without anyone to see him off, only his dog accompanied him.
The office was emptied again, which made many students disappointed... As Harry said, Lupin was one of the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professors.
They didn't care whether Lupin was a werewolf or not. Even if he was, the fact that he had been safe for a whole school year was enough to prove that he would not actively hurt anyone.
But there's nothing we can do...they don't have the final say.
"I wonder what kind of professor they will assign to us next year!" Cedric said helplessly. It was very difficult to meet a good Defense Against the Dark Arts professor these days.
"Maybe... a vampire," Fred said dreamily.
"A zombie would be nice," George said.
Qiu's request is much simpler...as long as it's not a Dementor, everything else is fine.
Wait till the afternoon...
Lupin's guess was correct. During dinner, hundreds of owls suddenly flew into the hall, each holding an envelope.
Most of them are ordinary letters, but there are also quite a few red roaring letters.
They circled a few times, and when they found that the target was not there, they turned around and flew towards the principal's office.
However, these owls did not attract much attention because the test results came out.
Compared to those yelling letters, the scores on the transcript are the most important thing now, which is directly related to whether they can have a happy holiday.
Cedric got a high score in OWLs, the best in the school, and since morning, he could always see Professor Sprout wandering around the castle, either chatting with Professor McGonagall or going to the Three Broomsticks for a drink with Professor Flitwick.
Fred and George's grades were also good. Although not as high as Cedric's, they still got some points, enough to shut Mrs. Weasley up.
In their words, the score doesn't have to be too high, you have to leave some expectations for NEWT.
"It will be your turn next year." Fred patted Kyle's shoulder with the attitude of a veteran.
George held back his laughter. "Fifth grade is really scary. I hope you can survive it."
Kyle said nothing, but opened his transcript and showed it to the two men.
Seeing those neat rows of scores made Fred and George feel so upset that they shut their mouths decisively.
Seeing the two of them being embarrassed, everyone started laughing, including themselves.
By the evening, Slytherin still hadn't caught up in points, which meant the banquet was held in black and yellow decorations. The Hufflepuff table was the busiest, and everyone was celebrating... This was their fourth consecutive house cup championship.
"What a pity..." Mikel sighed and turned to look at Kyle, "You didn't get the Special Contribution Award for the School this year. I thought you could get it for seven consecutive years."
"Your idea is not a good one." Kyle said with a smile.
It is not easy to win the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award, especially after he won it for three consecutive years.
If the holiday could be postponed for a while until the truth about Sirius came to light, Dumbledore might give him another trophy for his attention.
But the school will be closed tomorrow, and there is not enough time to make the resurrection potion.
The carnival of winning four consecutive championships lasted until midnight, and the next morning, the Hogwarts Express left the station on time.
Kyle, Connor, and Cedric occupied a large box, and not long after, Qiu, Fred, and George also arrived.
George, who was the last to come in, closed the door of the box and asked excitedly, "How are your plans for the Quidditch World Cup going?"
"All's well with the hat!"
Cedric smiled and said, "I ran into Professor Babelling in the corridor a few days ago, and asked her for some magic formulas that can make those decorations move."
"Professor Babel!" Qiu asked in surprise, "You can actually see her outside of class?"
As the most mysterious professor at Hogwarts, except for the weekly ancient runes class, Professor Barbling basically does not appear in the castle at other times.
Qiu had looked for her several times before, but always to no avail.
"It was also a coincidence." Cedric said, "It was on the eighth floor at that time, and she seemed to have something to see the principal.
How are you guys preparing?"
"Of course..." George took out a handful of fireworks, "We've specially improved these. The pattern they form after they explode can last for ten minutes!"
Kanna and Qiu also took out the accessories they made.
So their eyes turned to Kyle again.
Kyle's main task is badges, which is something he is very familiar with and can make with ease.
All preparations are in place, waiting only for the day when the Quidditch World Cup begins.
When he thought of this, Cedric couldn't hold back his excitement and couldn't help but say, "I really want to start soon."
“You’re right.” Fred smiled, “But we also need time to produce more products, so we shouldn’t start too soon.”
“Just follow the normal schedule,” George said.
The train drove all the way to King's Cross Station. Several people wanted to take this opportunity to make some more things, but they really couldn't calm down.
And every once in a while, the door of the box they were in would be pushed open, sometimes it was Lee Jordan, sometimes it was Ginny.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione also came once.
Ever since Lupin let the cat out of the bag in the school hospital, they had been looking for excuses to talk to Kyle in the hope of extracting some useful information from him.
But Kyle wasn't Hagrid and wouldn't give them any chance.
The three of them talked about this and that for a long time, but in the end they didn't get any news at all, so they could only leave the box dejectedly.
Not long after they left, Neville came again...
After writing the magic pattern incorrectly three times in a row, Fred simply put away the things he used to make fireworks and took out the crackling exploding cards and wizard chess.
"Stop fighting in the corridor and go back!"
Percy's voice was heard outside, along with the sound of messy footsteps.
"After the train arrives, he won't be Head Boy anymore." Fred turned over his cards and said with a smile, "He probably wants to indulge himself again."
"Percy graduated." George said excitedly, "I can't imagine how happy school life would be without Percy."
"That's the first time," Fred winked. "We'll be looking forward to the start of school on the train during the holidays."
Amidst the noise, the train finally pulled into King's Cross Station.
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(End of this chapter)
Chapter 442 Treasure Hunt
Many ancient wizards loved living in Wiltshire. There was a time when this place was very lively, with different banquets held in various mansions every day. It was also the place with the largest number of wizards.
But until twelve years ago, the situation here changed dramatically.
It seemed as if overnight, almost half of the wizards were forced to move away and become neighbors with Dementors, leaving behind a large number of deserted mansions.
It suddenly became quiet here.
But other wizards living here think that this is not bad... at least they can expand their own mansions without any worries.
Lestrange's mansion was located on a hillside to the north.
Several windows around the house were broken, the tiles on the roof were incomplete, and the originally magnificent gate and walls were covered with various unknown vines. From the outside, it looked almost the same as the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade.
But more than a decade ago, this was the most spacious and imposing building within a few kilometers, and the Lestrange family also enjoyed a glorious time in the wizarding world.
But after its owner moved to Azkaban, it became increasingly dilapidated until it became what it is today.
None of the wizards living nearby were willing to come here, let alone help clean the house.
At night, the hillside was completely silent, with only the occasional chirping of insects being heard.
In the moonlight, two figures, one big and one small, walked out of the shadows and stopped in front of the house.
"Sirius, are you sure this is the Lestrange ancestral home?" Kyle asked doubtfully, looking at the house in front of him, which was no less beautiful than the Shrieking Shack.
"If the Lestrange we think of is the same one, then yes..." said Sirius.
"This is too shabby." Kyle frowned. "Didn't they think of using the Fidelius Charm to protect this place?"
"No, and there is no need." Sirius said, "Twelve years ago, who would dare to attack them? That woman... Bella, she was a favorite of the You-Know-Who back then, there were too many wizards who wanted to curry favor with her, and because of the You-Know-Who's trust, the Death Eaters almost regarded this place as their headquarters.
If there is a Fidelius spell, it will become very inconvenient.
"The funny thing is, it must be the same people who turned this place into what it is now after she was imprisoned in Azkaban."
Sirius glanced at Kyle and continued, "Although I don't know why you suddenly want to come here, I am sure that anything of value in the house has been looted long ago. You are destined to come here in vain today..."
"Really? That's not necessarily true." Kyle walked forward.
Sirius showed a hint of helplessness, but followed anyway.
The lock on the gate had long since become a useless decoration. Kyle simply cleared the tangled vines and walked into the house easily.
The inside looked even worse. There was hardly any intact furniture to be seen. The largest item was a table with missing legs.
Just as Sirius said, there was hardly anything valuable here. Even the decorations on the pillars or walls had been taken down.