Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

 Chapter 474 New business opportunities

To be honest, if he had the choice, Kyle didn't really want to be the prefect. On the train before school starts, he would rather stay in the box chatting or playing a few games of wizard chess than walking around outside.

 Fortunately, the students were very cooperative. Except for Fred and George who were deliberately looking for trouble, everyone else was quite quiet.

Finally, in the evening, the Hogwarts Express slowed down and stopped at the dark Hogsmeade Station.

The car door opened, and there was a rumble of thunder in the air. The rain fell fast and hard, as if buckets of ice-cold water kept pouring on their heads.

Kyle put on his own waterproof and moisture-proof badge, and others followed suit. Those who didn't have badges made themselves an umbrella.

 In short, everyone has their own methods...except for the first grade.

They need to follow Hagrid by boat from the Black Lake, and they will be taken away as soon as they get off the bus.

"Well, taking a boat in this weather is not a good idea." Cedric shuddered. "I hope their first impression of Hogwarts won't be too bad."

They moved little by little with the crowd and came to the place where the carriage was parked. Kyle randomly chose the nearest one and got on it, and the others followed.

A moment later, with a violent jolt, the carriage set off along the path to the castle, splashing water all the way.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of the two oak doors. The students in front quickly jumped out of the carriage and ran up the stone steps into the castle.

 The hall was warm with torches lit.

When Kyle walked in, he happened to see a water-filled balloon fall from the ceiling, explode above Ron's head, and the water inside poured all over him.

Subsequently, balloons were thrown down one after another, and the people around were frightened and screamed loudly, pushing each other to leave this place of right and wrong.

 “Peeves!” an angry voice shouted: “Get down right now!”

Professor McGonagall rushed out of the auditorium. The ground was so wet that her feet slipped and she was about to fall down if she looked at it...

 Or how to say that cats react quickly, Professor McGonagall quickly reached out and grabbed the neck of the person next to him, and stabilized his body in time.

 “Ouch…I’m sorry, Miss Granger…”

"Ahem...it's okay, Professor..." Hermione gasped, rubbing her throat.

 For a moment just now, she seemed to see her grandmother...

 “Peeves, get down now!” Professor McGonagall shouted.

"I didn't do anything." Peeves chuckled and threw a few more water bombs at a few second-year students who had just come in. "They are already wet anyway, right? Hey, little furry kid, Don't run!"

"I'm warning you, Peeves!" Professor McGonagall said loudly, her face becoming more serious...

Peeves stuck out his tongue, threw the last few water bombs into the air, then swooped up the marble stairs, and ran away with a weird smile.

“Okay, come in quickly.” Professor McGonagall opened the door of the auditorium and signaled the soaked students to hurry in and whispered:

“I really don’t know where Peeves got so many balloons, and why he didn’t throw them all away during the whole holiday…”

Kyle coughed slightly and walked past Professor McGonagall without saying a word.

The auditorium was still as splendid and magnificent, and it was specially decorated for the new semester banquet. Lightning and thunder were heard on the enchanted ceiling, which frightened some lower-grade students into screaming.

Keir and the others walked to Hufflepuff's long table and sat down.

Soon, the tables in other colleges were filled with people, and everyone gathered around, chattering about interesting things about the holiday.

The most mentioned thing was naturally the Quidditch World Cup. Those students who did not go to the game were curious to find out what happened and whether it was as exciting as what was said in the newspapers.

“I wonder who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is this year.” Cedric glanced at the teachers’ desk at the front. There was no unfamiliar face on it.

“Maybe they can’t find anyone.” Mikel said, also looking at the teacher’s desk.

“Everyone knows that this position is cursed. So far, no professor has been able to last through one academic year...oh..."

 Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

“Have you noticed? Professor Snape seems to be away this year too.”

He said with some excitement: "Could it be that in addition to Defense Against the Dark Arts, the Potions class will also have a new professor this year?

“Oh my god, this is great!” “Maybe he was just delayed...” Kyle poured cold water next to him.

 Snape is probably still busy solving Regulus's affairs and has no time to attend the opening banquet.

 “Oh, can’t you make me happy for a while?” Mikel said quietly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the auditorium opened and everyone immediately fell silent.

 Professor McGonagall led a group of first-year students into the auditorium.

 “They are in such a sorry state,” Cedric whispered.

Those freshmen were soaked to the skin. It looked like they had swum directly from the lake instead of taking a boat.

Kyle touched his chin. He felt that he could discuss with Dumbledore to see if he could take over the job of engraving magic patterns on those boats.

As long as the magic pattern is composed of specific symbols and carved on the boat, an invisible shed can be added to the boat to block the rain.

 This way the current situation will not happen again.

Those freshmen looked really embarrassed. They didn't even dare to look at the people around them. They just lowered their heads and walked forward silently.

 When the Sorting Hat started singing, he immediately shared his thoughts with Connor.

"This is probably unlikely..." Kang Na whispered: "Professor Babbling can do this job, but so far, those boats are still the same and have not changed at all."

"Let's give it a try, maybe Professor Babling is too lazy to do it...she even wants to combine the classes together." Kyle said.

 Kanna thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case. Professor Babling would go to the principal once a year and wanted to combine the classes of the five grades together so that she could have more time to travel.

No matter how you look at it, she doesn't seem to be wasting her time carving magic patterns on the boat.

"And we have a board of directors." Kyle continued: "It doesn't require Professor Dumbledore to pay for it himself, so he has no reason to refuse."

　Connor was convinced, she nodded, "Then when will we go find Professor Dumbledore?"

“There’s no rush.” Kyle thought for a while, “This year’s freshmen have already arrived, and they can do it before the end of the semester.

 How about Christmas or Easter, when we have two weeks off. "

 “Okay!” said Connor.

 At this time, the Sorting Hat's singing had just ended.

 “I’ve never made a mistake.”

 “Determine which college you belong to.”

 As the last word fell, warm applause erupted in the auditorium.

Although Kyle basically didn’t listen to a word, he clapped his hands along.

 Professor McGonagall unrolled a large roll of parchment.

“Whoever’s name I call puts on his hat and sits on the stool,” she said to the first-year students.

 “Stuart Ackley!”

 A boy walked forward, and you could see that he was shaking from head to toe. It was not clear whether it was because of nervousness or the cold.

"Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat paused for only two seconds before shouting.

 The Ravenclaw table immediately burst into applause.

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 (End of this chapter)