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"I don't want Galleons, I want a weapon," Phineas said as he ran, "I want a weapon bigger than the one you gave Dippet!"
"Good boy, you actually dare to hold a grudge!"
Armando Dippet, who was originally watching the show, could no longer sit still and stood up to join what was supposed to be a one-on-one battle.
To be honest, his behavior was a bit unsportsmanlike, but it was Phineas's fault for seeking death, so others just pretended not to see it.
"Um...okay."
Kyle looked at the time. There was still some time before the effect of the Polyjuice Potion wore off, so he just took this time to kill time.
He took out the palette again.
"What style do you want? A splitting axe, a two-handed sword, or a spear."
"With your drawing skills, you still want me to choose?" Phineas' voice came from afar, "Draw the same one as before and use it."
Kyle's mouth twitched.
How dare you mock me?
He knew that his drawings were not very good, but so what? Principal Dippet was so happy when he saw them, so why didn't he dislike them?
Kyle remained calm, continued to smile, and pointed his wand at the portrait of the knight.
As the saying goes, the first time is strange, the second time is familiar. As a native knight, he no longer cares about Kyle's behavior and even has the leisure to offer advice.
"I think you should draw it longer."
"How to say?"
"The principals have never used this kind of weapon. A longer one will give them a wider attack range. They will probably like it."
"That makes sense..."
Kyle thought about it and simply lengthened the handle, making the whole work look even more... weird.
Twenty minutes later.
"Principal Phineas, I'm done." Kyle reminded in a deliberately loud voice.
"Haha, Dippet, you're done..." Phineas screamed mixed with excited shouts, and ran towards this side desperately.
But there was someone faster than him.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Another curly-haired principal had been waiting here for a long time. As soon as Kyle finished speaking, he took the weapon... let's call it a weapon.
"Spurr, put it down..." Phineas' voice came from a distance, "That's mine!"
"Yes, Mr. Principal." Kyle said pretentiously, "That's the rent I paid to Principal Phineas. Please pay it back to him."
"First come, first served. It's mine now." The principal, whose name was Spurr, said, "By the way, thank you for reminding me, kid. I was so engrossed in reading that I almost forgot about the important matter."
He winked at Kyle.
"I didn't mean to remind you. It has nothing to do with me." Kyle shook his head repeatedly. He firmly denied this statement, "The only person I wanted to remind from the beginning to the end was this one, and that was Principal Phineas."
"I know."
"Okay, you two..." Phineas, who had finally run over after holding on for two hits, looked at Kyle angrily.
"I didn't get this one, you have to draw me another one."
"I can't do that." Kyle shook his head and picked up the empty palette. "This time there really is no paint."
He should have used the paint left over from Principal Dippet. There wasn't much to begin with, so it was already a stretch to paint two pieces, not to mention the second piece was an extended version.
"And Principal Black, even if I draw more, you can't grab them all, so why bother?"
"You..." Phineas mumbled something that Kyle couldn't understand.
But at this time, Kyle found that the wrinkles on his hands had disappeared without him noticing, and his robe became much more fitted.
He was back to his old self.
"It's finally over." Kyle looked at the principals who were playing games and waved to Fox.
The phoenix immediately flew over, grabbed Kyle's finger, and with a flash of fire, they disappeared into the principal's office.
At the same time, all the portraits fell silent.
"What do you think of him?" asked a witch.
Dalys de Winter, also the headmaster of Hogwarts, was also a famous healer at St. Mungo's, and left a portrait there.
"What do you mean? Albus never said he wanted to train him to be the headmaster." said another wizard.
"But he never let anyone pretend to be him."
"Those are two different things."
"I trust my instincts."
"You are just a painting, do you have intuition?"
"Okay, why are you arguing about this?" Armando Dippet interrupted the quarrel between the two. "These are issues that Albus should consider. We are just mascots. Do you think you can still think and give advice to others?"
As he spoke, he handed the stick in his hand to Dai Lisi and said, "If you feel unhappy, just join us. It's very interesting. All we can do now is to have fun on our own."
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Meanwhile, at number twelve Grimmauld Place, Phoenix took Kyle directly to the restaurant.
Their sudden appearance startled Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh, Merlin, you should have told me in advance." She came to her senses and patted Kyle. "How does it feel to be back in school again?"
"Normally." Kyle shook his head. "I feel like I got ripped off."
"Don't talk nonsense, Dumbledore would never do that."
"That's not necessarily true," Kyle said.
He had this feeling because the other party was Dumbledore.
"Let's not talk about this." Kyle looked around, "Why is everything here empty? Where are the tableware?"
"Put it away," said Mrs. Weasley. "We happened to be moving today, and we'll need those things when we get back."
"Moving? Where?"
"St. Catchpole, of course," said Mrs. Weasley.
"But isn't this the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix?" Kyle asked.
"It's not a conflict." Mrs. Weasley explained, "If there is an important meeting, we will still come, but there is no need to stay here all the time. After all, it is more comfortable to be in your own home."
"Then before we..."
"It's mainly to protect Harry and the children." Mrs. Weasley continued, "It was the same last year. When you went to school, we would go home and come back when there was something important or when Hogwarts was on holiday."
Mrs. Weasley stuffed a large package into the trunk.
"In fact, after you went to school, the members of the Order of the Phoenix rarely got together frequently. I don't want to stay alone in such a big house every day with that crazy witch."
The mad witch she was talking about was Mrs. Black, who looked like someone who would burst into a swearing fit at the slightest noise.
"Okay, I see." Kyle nodded in understanding.
"Now that you're back, it's a good opportunity to help out." Mrs. Weasley handed Kyle a huge suitcase.
"I can't handle all this stuff by myself. I thought I would have to make two trips."
"That's easy." Kyle opened his own box and stuffed the suitcase in, then stuffed the things in Mrs. Weasley's hands.
"How convenient," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, "This makes things much easier."
"Why don't you make a box with a traceless stretch charm?" Kyle asked puzzledly as he walked outside with her.
Although this spell is very complicated, it should not be a problem for the Weasley family.
Mr. Weasley could even make a flying and invisible car, so how could he not be able to make a box that could be extended without a trace?
"Of course it's not there, it's the one you gave me before," said Mrs. Weasley. She looked back and made sure she hadn't forgotten anything before locking the door.
"I mean, make it a bigger one."
"Can't do it," said Mrs. Weasley, glancing at Kyle.
"There's something you may not know... or have never noticed."
"The Traceless Extension Spell is not a spell that can be used infinitely. Its stability is actually very poor. Once it exceeds a certain size, the space extended by the spell will collapse."
"Mine will do."
"Of course, think about who gave it to you."
"Newt Scamander."
"That's right, Mr. Scamander," said Mrs. Weasley. "He is most famous for his magical suitcase. If it can be easily made with the Invisible Extension Charm, do you think it is still magical?"
"I don't know the reason, but as far as I know, his suitcase is unique in the entire wizarding world... oh, no, it should be the third one now.
"I guess he must have put a lot of effort into it. It's not easy to find something that can keep the traceless extension spell stable."
Kyle was slightly stunned. He seemed to have never thought about this problem. He had always put everything he had into the box. Even if he occasionally made an object for the traceless extension spell, it was not very big.
The two then came to an old telephone booth with peeling paint.
"You go first," said Mrs. Weasley.
This was built by the Order of the Phoenix and is specifically used for Apparition. There are Muggle-repelling spells around it to prevent anyone from accidentally entering it.
Kyle nodded and walked in, Apparating back to St. Catchpole's Village, in front of the garden of the Burrow.
Mrs. Weasley returned a few minutes later.
After coming here, she felt completely relaxed, and even the goblins in the garden looked more pleasing to the eye.
"Let's clean them up later. I have to clean up the house first." She asked, "Kyle, do you want to go home first?"
"Oh, no need." Kyle shook his head and said, "Let me help clean up. It will be faster this way."
"No problem. You can come and have dinner with Chris in the evening. I think you haven't eaten here for a long time."
“Almost two years,” Kyle said.