Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 302: Making a small profit

By Monday morning, the news that Professor Caredi Bubaji was attacked and sent to the campus hospital had spread throughout the castle.

 The school could not find a suitable substitute professor, so it had to temporarily suspend Muggle Studies classes.

Moreover, Marcus Flint, who was discharged from the hospital, also said... He saw the professor being sent to the school hospital with his own eyes on Saturday night.

Everyone who heard the news was shocked...that was the professor!

 Suddenly, rumors were flying in the school and everyone was suspicious. Almost everyone began to gather in groups, fearing that they would be attacked if they were alone.

 “He’s lying!”

 At the Gryffindor table, Harry said angrily: "He didn't wake up at all on Saturday night, he slept so deeply!"

"But people are willing to believe him." Ron said without raising his head, "Never mind that."

 He placed a backpack on the table, dug out a piece of parchment from a pile of books and notebooks inside, and measured it with a ruler.

 “Damn, that’s another three inches…Harry, are you done with your History of Magic homework?”

“What, there’s still homework for History of Magic?” Harry was stunned.

“Of course, it’s about the International Wizarding Conference in 1289.” Ron glanced at him, “The Bludger probably hit your head too.”

"No...but I think it might have something to do with the fall I had." Harry said, "I don't remember it at all."

 “That’s a shame for you, our first section is History of Magic.” Ron said sympathetically.

 Then he looked at Hermione again, "Damn it..."

 “No!” Hermione glared at him, “You should complete your homework by yourself.”

"I know," said Ron, "but I was in that room on the eighth floor all yesterday and didn't have time to go to the library."

“Who asked you to just play with your broomstick?”

 …

Two people were attacked one after another, including a professor... At this time, everyone was very upset, and the castle became lifeless.

 Fred and George really couldn't stand the depressing atmosphere. One morning, they appeared at the entrance of the auditorium with a high profile holding broomsticks.

The two of them each had three golden trophies on their heads, as if they were wearing unique heads.

And the brooms they held were also special. There was an extra wooden board in the middle, fixed with magic tape.

After enough people came, they walked out of the castle under the curious eyes of everyone, flying slowly around the castle while tap dancing on their broomsticks.

The crowd suddenly became lively, and everyone was amused and laughed.

Professor McGonagall was also in the crowd, but she did not stop Fred and George or drive away the crowd. Instead, she waited until they had completed a circle around the castle and returned to the ground before walking out with a straight face.

 “Professor McGonagall…”

 “Why are you here?”

Fred and George immediately retracted their grins, feeling guilty and not daring to look at her.

 “One point from Gryffindor.”

Professor McGonagall said: "That's not how a broomstick is used. Don't do such dangerous things again."

"And..." She glanced at the heads of the two of them, "Remember to clean the trophy and put it back in the trophy display room, otherwise you will be put in solitary confinement."

 “I’ll make sure they’re spotless.”

 “Like new.”

　　Fred and George almost laughed out loud when they heard that they had only been deducted one point and did not need to be put into solitary confinement... In fact, they had been prepared to be put into solitary confinement before.

 Professor McGonagall said nothing and turned to leave.

 The crowd became lively again.

 Fred and George were escorted back to the castle like two triumphant warriors.

 They found Kyle and asked with a smile: "How is it?"

  “What a wonderful performance.” Kyle said sincerely.

Cedric also gave a thumbs up, "But how did you secure the trophy?"

"Magic tape." Fred broke apart the trophies that were stuck together. "We originally wanted to find someone to use the levitating spell, but then we decided to use this."

“At least it’s safe.” George said with a smile: “We looked for Ron before, but it turned out that he couldn’t control the floating spell at all. He lost all the feathers used for the experiment, and they haven’t been found yet.”

“Then we gave up on asking for help.”

Back at the castle, Fred and George decided to put the trophy back before going to class.

“Is this enough?” Kangna looked at the trophies in their hands. There were many tape marks on them that had not been removed.

"It's enough in our opinion." "Don't worry, there's no Kyle's among them..." George blinked, "We looked for them specifically. These trophies all come from Slytherin."

After saying that, the two of them hurried up the stairs.

Thanks to them, Hogwarts, which has been dormant for a long time, finally has some vitality today.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lockhart also said that he would write them into the new book he was writing.

However, Kyle felt that Fred and George would not be happy if they knew the news.

 When get out of class was over, Kyle met Neville in the corridor. He seemed to have been waiting here and walked over immediately after seeing Kyle.

 “I’m sorry, I seem to have messed up.”

With a hint of crying, Neville took out a flowerpot from behind.

Inside is a slender plant. The roots are green, but the leaves are dry and yellow, and it looks like it will wither at any time.

"They've been like this since yesterday, I, I don't know why." Neville bit his lip and said, "I'm sorry..."

 “Why do you need to apologize?”

Kyle reached out and touched the leaves and smiled: "The cloak grass will grow new buds after it wilts, and then their leaves will become wider... This is normal, you take good care of it."

"Really?" Neville couldn't believe it, "I didn't screw up this time?"

"Of course." Kyle said: "You can read "A Thousand Magic Herbs and Mushrooms". There is an introduction to cloak grass in Chapter 12."

 “Thank God...I always thought it was me that made them like this.”

Neville's mood improved a lot. "By the way, Kyle, do you have amulets for sale?"

"Amulet?" Kyle asked doubtfully: "It's still half a year before the exam. Why did you buy it so early?"

"No, it's not an exam..." Neville shook his head quickly, "I'm talking about the kind of amulet that drives away dark creatures and protects oneself, like this..."

As he spoke, he also took out a smelly onion.

Kyle held his nose and took two steps back.

The smell of this thing is almost the same as that of canned herring, and it's also persistent... How dare Neville put it in his pocket!

 As expected of a Gryffindor, he is brave as hell.

 But I have to admit that this thing can indeed protect himself. In other words, no normal creature would want to get close to him.

Of course, except for Lu Wei, he should like this thing very much.

"How about it, do you have any here?" Neville's expression was very calm, and he even took a deep breath, as if doing so would make him safer.

 “No.” Kyle shook his head.

During this time, this kind of thing did become popular in school, and Fred and George even talked to him about it.

It’s just that Kyle didn’t take it seriously from the beginning.

There are too many similar things, and without the Slytherin market, they can't make many galleons at all.

 There is no need to work hard for a long time to earn some candy money.

 “That’s it…” Neville looked a little disappointed.

He really wanted to buy something. After all, everyone in Hogwarts knew that the things sold by the Kyle gang...the team were much more reliable than others.

Looking at Neville's disappointed look, Kyle thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, just wait a moment while I look for him."

 He opened the deformed lizard skin bag and pulled out a pointed amethyst.

This was a gift from the owner of Devis-Bans when he went to Hogsmeade last time, a kind of amethyst for decoration.

The price is not expensive to buy individually. One galleons can buy a piece as big as a fist.

 Neville took the amethyst with some excitement. "Can it protect me from harm?"

"No." Kyle said, "But when you pass the corner of the corridor, if you use it to illuminate the road in advance, sometimes you can save your life."

Neville looked at the amethyst...his appearance was clearly reflected on it.

"I know, this must be something like a monster-proof looking glass, which can find hidden monsters." Neville murmured, feeling that he had discovered its purpose.

"How much."

 “Normally, ten Sickles.” Kyle said: “This is for you…”

 But before he could finish his words, he saw Neville take out five Galleons.

 “Okay then…I’ll buy ten!”

 (End of this chapter)