Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 758 Rewards

At ten o'clock in the evening, the Hogwarts castle fell into silence. Due to the curfew, there was no one in the corridor. There was only a whisper from the portraits on both sides.

At this moment, there was a sudden light not far away. It was a door that was opened, and the light inside came out.

 Then there was the sound of stones scraping the ground and the sound of someone's footsteps.

Harry took two steps and couldn't help but look back at the gargoyle that jumped back to its original position, sighing faintly.

He originally wanted to use Slughorn's memory to save himself from being imprisoned. In his opinion, this was a sure thing, but unexpectedly it failed.

"I'm glad you can get this memory, Harry. If you want, I can give you an extra reward, but it won't help you escape punishment. These are two different things, and they cannot be easily offset."

Dumbledore said so.

This means that he will still go to Professor McGonagall's office for confinement every Saturday and will no longer be able to participate in the last crucial Quidditch match.

 The only thing that made him feel lucky was that Kyle seemed to have other things to do and was no longer participating in the competition for the time being.

 Because everyone only has the last game left, in which Hufflepuff and Gryffindor are far ahead in points, and the difference between the two sides is only 10 points.

"There's nothing I can do." Harry spread his hands.

“But Gryffindor has not won the Quidditch Cup for more than ten years.” Ron looked at the ceiling and said feebly: “This year is obviously the most promising year!”

 He came to sit down at a row of armchairs in the corner of the common room and said in a low voice: "Slughorn told Voldemort how to make Horcruxes."

Now that both sides are missing one of their main players, no one suffers a loss.

 “Who is this Tom?” Ron asked doubtfully.

But after reading the memory, Dumbledore pondered for more than half an hour, and then showed a look... that seemed to be lucky and very exciting.

"Let me think about it..." Harry frowned and carefully recalled Dumbledore's appearance after he came back to his senses.

"Yes, he was the one who told Voldemort that making Horcruxes requires killing to split one's own soul."

"You can't do this, Ron, be brave, it's just a name." Harry said seriously: "You need to learn to adapt to it."

 “That’s right.”

 “What was said?” Hermione asked.

"But the environment is what I lack." Harry said, "No matter what, I still want to thank you. As for the elixir, I will find a way to return it to you."

"How could the principal do this..." Ron said anxiously, "That is related to whether we can win the Quidditch Cup!

“Can you talk to him again? Maybe he will agree to let you participate in the competition.”

"What nonsense are you talking about? You don't need to reply." Hermione said, "But what is that memory?"

"Ah, yes, I'll try my best," Ron said, but his tone was perfunctory.

 “There’s nothing I can do.” Harry lowered his head.

"Don't worry about it for now." Hermione interrupted the two of them sighing, "How about that memory? Did you give it to Principal Dumbledore?"

His legs trembled when he heard the words "Voldemort". How could he possibly remember what Harry said next.

 After that, Harry told them what he saw in his memory one by one.

"I was about to tell you this." Harry suddenly looked around and said, "Follow me."

"So what, you...wait a minute." At this moment, Ron suddenly realized something. "You mean you're going to be in solitary confinement every Saturday?"

 “Why have you been gone for so long?”

"No." Harry shook his head, "But he deducted a hundred points from me, and I will be put in solitary confinement on Saturday in Professor McGonagall's office."

"Stop talking nonsense, Ron." Hermione pushed him away, "What do you think the principal's decision is, your homework? You can change it if you ask for it?"

 “So it’s really him?” Hermione covered her mouth with disbelief on her face.

"How about it, Principal Dumbledore didn't fire you?" Hermione asked.

"Probably." Harry nodded, "He even said a few words to himself at the time."

"That's because you already have the ability to persuade him." Hermione said, "The function of Felixir is just to help you adjust the environment. If it were me or Ron, even if you drink a pint of Felixir, It’s not possible to get his memory from Professor Slughorn.”

"It's not about the scores," Harry said. "It's about me going to Professor McGonagall's office every Saturday."

"Of course, thanks to you, Hermione, otherwise I might not have been able to get it," Harry said.

Due to the time, there was no one in the common room, but Hermione and Ron were still there, and judging from their appearance, they must have been waiting for Harry.

  In other words, whichever of the two teams scores more points in the last game is likely to win the final championship.

"He said at the time...'This memory confirmed my guess. I guessed it right, and it will be successful soon...Tom, Tom, you must not have expected it.' That's probably it."

 “What about the last Quidditch match?” Ron asked hurriedly.

"That's Voldemort's name when he was young." Harry said, "I remember telling you before, Voldemort's original name was Tom Riddle."

 Getting used to calling Voldemort's name? To put it simply, he can guarantee that 80% of the people in the magic world cannot do it.

To be honest, the content of this memory is not much, it is just a conversation between Slughorn and young Voldemort, which only lasts about ten minutes.

After listening to Harry's description, Ron couldn't help but ask: "You mean, Dumbledore looks happy?"

"Success soon?" Hermione sat in the armchair and looked at Harry doubtfully, "What does this mean?"

"If you could change your name, maybe I could remember it," Ron muttered.

"Hopefully Kyle won't be competing by then." Harry sighed and turned towards the common room.

"As long as we don't get expelled." Ron was very open-minded, "It's just points deduction and confinement. We are already at the bottom of the academy, so being deducted another hundred points is not a big deal."

"I don't know, Professor Dumbledore didn't say anything." Harry shook his head. "After that, he asked me to leave, and asked me to wait for him in the auditorium at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, saying that he would take me with him then. Go see something different... get the reward of memory.”

"Hermione." At this moment, Harry suddenly turned his head and said, "Otherwise, you can go tomorrow morning. Without your elixir, I won't be able to get the memory. This reward should be yours."

"No, Harry." Hermione shook her head, "As I said just now, the main factor that can convince Professor Slughorn is you. The Felixir only played a minor supporting role, so the reward is also It should belong to you."

 The two of them were excusing each other?

"But…"

Harry wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Hermione.

"That's it." She stood up and said, "And it takes you an hour or two every time you go to the principal's office. Who knows if it will be the same tomorrow. The first period tomorrow morning is Transfiguration class, and I don't want to be late. "

"Okay." Seeing Hermione say this, Harry could only agree.

“If you change your mind, please tell me at any time.”

"No." Hermione waved her hand and said firmly.

 Then the three of them returned to their dormitories.

the next day.

 Early in the morning, Harry struggled to get out of bed and yawned as he came to the Great Hall. Since the second grade, he rarely got up so early again, and he was a little uncomfortable for a while.

From a distance, he saw Dumbledore standing there, followed by...Kyle?

 Obviously, after missing many times, Dumbledore finally succeeded in blocking Kyle on the first morning after the holiday.

The timing was just right. When he came, Kyle had just finished breakfast and was about to go to the eighth floor.

"Professor Dumbledore." Harry trotted over, "Kyle, you are here too."

"Hello Harry," Kyle said, looking at Dumbledore, "So Harry is the one we're waiting for, right?"

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded: "I hope you can forgive me for making my own decision."

"It's okay." Kyle said, "But... forget it, do you want to have breakfast first?" He originally wanted to say that Harry had never studied ancient runes, and even if he did, he wouldn't understand anything, but Now that everyone else has arrived, it's useless to talk about this anymore, so I change the topic.

 “Breakfast?” Harry touched his belly.

He was indeed a little hungry, but he didn't want Kyle and Dumbledore to wait for him. After thinking about it, he simply took two sandwiches and planned to eat them while walking, at least this way he wouldn't waste time.

The three of them came to the eighth floor together again. Kyle at the front made a few turns and stopped in a certain corridor.

Harry was very familiar with where this place was. Just when he was about to remind Kyle that the Room of Requirement was broken down and no one could get in, he saw Kyle take out a strange-shaped door knocker and stick it on the wall.

 The next second, a door suddenly appeared on the wall.

 The Room of Requirement?

Harry was dumbfounded and stared at the scene in front of him, speechless.

 What’s going on? Does the Room of Requirement now require a key?

 Haven’t heard of it.

In addition, he also wanted to get one where the key was going to be matched.

 It wasn't until everyone else entered the door that Harry realized what was happening and quickly followed him in.

 Then Harry was shocked again.

He felt like he had entered another Hogwarts, everything was so familiar.

"Is this the memory of Rowena Ravenclaw?" Dumbledore looked at the students coming and going in front of him, and was really surprised, "It's amazing."

 From his words, Harry also captured some key information.

Whose memory?

 Rowena Ravenclaw? !

  Could it be that this place is the same as the pensieve in the principal's office?

Harry couldn't help but reach out and touch the wall next to him. It felt cold to the touch. It was true.

He tentatively came to a person who looked like a student, but the person passed through his body like a ghost.

 But he didn't look like a ghost at all. After all, no ghost could walk on legs. They were all floating, and there was no color other than pearl white on his body.

“Newcomer, keep an eye on yourself while walking.” The man turned his head and said dissatisfiedly.

 “I’m sorry.” Harry apologized subconsciously.

So this is really a memory?

He was a little unbelievable. When he experienced the memories in the pensieve before, no one could see him, let alone communicate with him.

But when he saw Dumbledore also had a surprised expression, Harry felt relieved.

 Fortunately, he is not the only one who has never seen the world.

On the other hand, Kyle next to him was very calm, as if he already knew.

"You can wander around as you like." Kyle came over and said, "There are classrooms upstairs, and professors are giving classes. They are all courses from thousands of years ago. You can go and listen."

 Harry nodded and left.

But he did not go to the classroom, but wandered around the castle curiously like he did when he first entered the first grade.

 He went to the Gryffindor common room, but there was not the familiar fat lady there, but another painting, a tall knight holding a two-handed sword.

 Because Harry didn't know the password, the knight refused to let him in.

 There was no other way, Harry had no choice but to leave and go somewhere else.

 For some unknown reason, he came to the corridor where the Room of Requirement was.

Harry looked at the empty wall, closed his eyes out of nowhere and started pacing back and forth:

 “I need a broom closet…I need a broom closet…I need a broom closet.”

 He walked back and forth in front of the empty wall three times, but when he opened his eyes, he did not see the door.

 Same... This is the Room of Requirement. How can there be another Room of Requirement?

Harry shook his head and left.

At the same time, Dumbledore also came to a place that interested him.

 About three hours later, maybe more, the three of them returned to the foyer, ready to leave.

"Harry, how do you feel? Do you understand?" Kyle asked.

Harry's face suddenly stiffened.

 “Alright, okay.” He said hesitantly.

 He didn't go to those classrooms at all... It can't be said that he stayed there for ten minutes, but he couldn't understand anything, so he went out again.

 Because of this, the professor got angry and scolded him.

Harry never thought that memories could become so real, so he subconsciously regarded this place as a pensieve. He could do whatever he wanted without anyone noticing, including leaving suddenly in the middle of class.

So when the book that was thrown passed through his head, Harry's legs felt weak. He never went to those classrooms again after that, but spent the whole morning walking around here carefully.

But looking at his guilty look, Kyle could probably guess what was going on, so he nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

 He looked at Dumbledore.

"It's very interesting. This has solved some doubts that have troubled me for many years, such as how long those portraits have been in school. I have always been curious about this." Dumbledore said, "But there is something strange."

"What?"

“I saw Slytherin in the Chamber of Secrets and Hufflepuff in the kitchen, but I didn’t find Gryffindor.”

Dumbledore asked: "He doesn't seem to be in this castle, but if I remember correctly, Gryffindor seems to be the most active one among the four giants, and he also served as a professor for a period of time, personally Give lessons to students.”

 “This…” Kyle opened his mouth.

He couldn't tell Dumbledore that Godric Gryffindor had been wiped from Ravenclaw's memory because of some unseemly behavior.

 Dumbledore is also a graduate of Gryffindor House. Can he accept that the founder of the college is a pervert who likes to pick people's belts with a sword... um, weird?

For the sake of the reputation of the Big Four, Kyle said after hesitating for a moment: "Maybe he is not in school during this time."

 “Really?” Dumbledore didn’t think much about it.

 When the three of them walked out of the Room of Requirement, the door on the wall immediately disappeared.

"I heard from Harry that you turned him and Malfoy's magic into some kind of animal before, and you learned it from here." Dumbledore asked.

Harry also looked over.

Hermione said before that Kyle saw this kind of curse from the library, but now it seems that this is obviously not the case.

"That's right." Kyle nodded and said, "In the Charms class on the second floor, Professor Lagore thought this was a very effective trick."

"This is no small trick." Dumbledore said with a smile, "If you face an enemy who doesn't understand the magic text, any of his magic will become your assistance, and the number of people will no longer be meaningful."

 He turned his head and looked to the other side, wanting Harry to follow suit, but he stopped when he reached his lips.

 Forget it, some things have to be forced, Harry is pretty good now, at least he is capable of fighting against most Death Eaters.

 (End of this chapter)