Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 782 Loopholes in Name Magic

Dumbledore's voice was still calm, sounding as if he had lost a Knut while buying something, but the news caused an uproar in Kyle's heart.

"The one that was taken away...couldn't it be the Elder Wand?"

“Oh, I didn’t expect you to recognize that it was the Elder Wand.” Dumbledore looked at Kyle in surprise, “That’s amazing, I always thought no one knew.”

"Is this difficult? Any wizard who has read "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" should be able to recognize it. After all, it is clearly painted on it."

"But elder wands are all the same. They belong to the characteristics of the wood itself." Dumbledore said. He didn't seem to care at all that his belongings were taken away. Instead, he discussed it with Kyle with interest. The shape of the wand is a problem.

"That's true." Kyle said casually: "But I have never seen anyone else use an elder wand, not even in Ollivander's shop. I even doubt that he uses it at all. Plant wood.

"And most importantly, that wand was held by the greatest white wizard of our time."

"That's a really great comment." Dumbledore chuckled, looking a little embarrassed.

"Yes, I have always used the Elder Wand." Dumbledore nodded, "But now it has been taken away by Tom. Someone told Tom that the Elder Wand can make him more powerful, so he designed this trap."

 “Quite in line with Tom’s character, isn’t it?”

“Then he snatched away the Elder Wand?” Kyle still felt a little incredible.

 “You underestimate Tom.”

After listening to Kyle's explanation, Dumbledore's face became serious and he nodded solemnly.

Kyle vaguely remembered that Connor's father was killed just because he mentioned Voldemort's name. Everyone else who was still in the tavern at that time was also killed by the Death Eaters who rushed over.

　　Although it is difficult to determine whether it was Connor's father who said Voldemort's name or someone else, it doesn't matter anymore.

After knowing this, Kyle has always been concerned about this, and gradually got used to calling him "You-Know-Who" instead of "Voldemort".

Dumbledore's serious expression only lasted for a few seconds, and then suddenly fell apart.

 In a one-on-one situation, even if a trap was laid, could Voldemort defeat Dumbledore and steal his wand?

Kyle doesn’t really believe it anyway.

“So what happened that day?” Kyle asked again.

“In addition, you can call him by his name here, and the Loyalty Charm will also work on name magic.”

"The process is not important." Dumbledore glanced at Kyle, "But I saved a person with a wand. This is a very good deal in my opinion."

In addition to changing the topic, this question is also what Kyle desperately wants to know.

"Unless he is willing to remove this magic, this is also a good thing for us. Apart from losing a few galleons, there is no loss at all.

"So he was caught not long ago." Dumbledore said with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "Although we have reminded him many times, he was still discovered by Death Eaters while looking for wand materials, and It fell into Tom's hands."

"No wonder he didn't bring any other Death Eaters." Kyle also responded, "The arrogant Dark Lord actually relies on hostages to threaten Dumbledore. This kind of thing is definitely not suitable for his subordinates to see."

“These experiences have made his appearance more and more terrifying, but correspondingly, his strength has also improved by leaps and bounds. It was difficult for me to guarantee that I would be able to win a long time ago.”

For a moment, Dumbledore's eyes changed. When he looked at Kyle again, it was like looking at a fire dragon knitting wool socks. It was just...ridiculous.

 “You have considered it very comprehensively, but I was negligent.”

"What does it mean?"

"Although the method is not very decent, it is very effective." Dumbledore said with a smile.

“Of course, these are just thoughts, I can’t beat him yet.”

He had never underestimated Voldemort. When he learned that Voldemort had obtained the Elder Wand, he even began to consider whether to say hello to Nicolas Flamel and move some things to his old house in Paris in advance. , and pay the rent for a few more years.

"Information bombing." Kyle said, "Since he likes to hear his name, then shout it a few times, divide it into several groups, and take turns shouting it twenty-four hours a day, and then add a few swear words, the dirtier the better. It's best to have a family tree. I remember that Riddle should have a Muggle surname, so it would be appropriate to call him a half-Mudblood.

 He ​​himself was certainly not afraid, but the only way to prove his courage was to call Voldemort by name. He did not want to affect other people because of his quick words.

 Now it is certain that Bellatrix, Barty Crouch Jr. and other Death Eaters are here and have not left with Voldemort.

But correspondingly, he has never underestimated Dumbledore. Rita Skeeter once said in a report that he is the White Devil. This is not a nickname bought with money. Even if the color is different, it still has the same meaning. Looking at the 'Devil King'.

"Ollivander," Dumbledore said, "remember, the Death Eaters attacked Diagon Alley once before, and one of their tasks was to capture the wand master. But he was lucky at the time and went out to look for materials. Well, we escaped a disaster.”

"I just want to make it a habit for myself." Kyle shook his head, "so as not to say it in other places and affect other people."

 In this way, you won’t be too nervous when it’s time to run away.

How about...try it?

He hesitated a little. Anyway, he had a lot of galleons and could still afford to hire hundreds of people. As long as he could remove the name magic, it would be considered a success.

 A few people who reacted quickly and escaped from the tavern in advance informed them of the news.

Kyle shrugged, noncommittal.

“Under the effect of name magic, he will definitely be able to hear clearly. If he can’t bear it and comes to me, I will kill him. If he doesn’t come, he will have to suffer. It’s quite happy to think about it.

Seemingly seeing Kyle's thoughts, Dumbledore explained softly: "When he was at Hogwarts, he was also a very good student. He completed all the courses in the fifth grade. After graduation, he was even more famous in the world. He traveled around, created many special black magics, and conducted many dangerous magic experiments.

“And the mysterious man used him to threaten you?” Kyle asked.

How should I put it? It’s too simple.

Using a loophole in the name magic to make people scold Voldemort continuously... Is this an idea that a normal person can come up with?

But once he said it, Dumbledore thought about it carefully and found that it was indeed quite refreshing.

“But I remember he’s back, right?” Kyle said. “And I don’t remember any of the freshmen who didn’t get a wand last year.”

 “Saved a person?”

"You can't say that." Kyle touched his chin, "If I could beat him, I would even pay someone to find a spacious place to scold him all day long, and in every sentence I would say ' The name Voldemort cannot appear less than three times."

However, after seeing his numb arm, Dumbledore gave up the idea.

 Forget it, it’s not appropriate now.

Dumbledore sighed. When chatting with Kyle, he would always have the illusion that he was really old.

 Because some of Kyle's ideas were always incompatible with him and very effective, but he never imagined that this was a kind of ideological restraint and had nothing to do with wisdom.

It’s like the Hogwarts Express, which has obviously been abandoned by the times, but is still running on the road for various reasons.

Because of this, Dumbledore always went to Harry to have another chat after talking to Kyle, and then Harry would remind him that it was not him who was out of touch with the times, but Kyle, Kyle. They are the 'few people' who are different.

 At this time, the voices outside suddenly became much louder.

"Oh, I guess it's time for dinner." Dumbledore stood up and ended the conversation on his own initiative.

“Isn’t it already so late without realizing it? I’m really hungry. I hope there’s my favorite custard flan for dinner. I really like that one.”

 In fact, Kyle still has many questions that he has not asked, such as why Voldemort chose a special place like Austria, what he did specifically, and the details of the battle.

But Dumbledore seemed unwilling to say any more, and it was the same when he talked about this topic just now. He would become vague for no reason, as if he was deliberately avoiding something.

But the problem is that Dumbledore doesn't want to say it, and he has no choice. He can't give him Veritaserum... huh?

Kyle raised his eyebrows. He seemed to have Veritaserum, and it was given by Snape.

 For a while, he couldn't remember where to put it. After all, it was a gift from Snape, and he didn't know how to use it, so he usually just threw it away without packing it carefully. But it should be in the box. You can look for it carefully when you have time.

Kyle thought so as he followed Dumbledore out of the room.

Outside, Mrs. Weasley had indeed prepared dinner, and what Kyle didn't expect was that Lupine had also returned from St. Mungo's.

The bandages that were all over his body now only have a few on his wrists, and his complexion looks much better, and he can move freely without the help of others.

 Although Kyle was pleasantly surprised by this, he was not too surprised.

As long as the damage is not caused by black magic, it is not a trouble for St. Mungo, not to mention that Lupine is a werewolf and has the ability to recover faster than ordinary wizards.

But Tonks still looked a little worried and kept following him.

 “I’m glad you’re okay.” Kyle walked over and said hello.

“Thanks to Dumbledore, he brought the tears of the phoenix.” Lupine said with a smile, “And I also want to thank you, Kyle.”

"no need thank me?"

 “I’ve heard all about what you and Mr. Scamander did.”

Tonks had mentioned this to him before when he was at St. Mungo's, and several good friends he had developed in the werewolf tribe also sent him letters, saying that the group of werewolves in the Black Forest had already There has been no movement for a long time.

They seemed to have moved. The Death Eaters looked for them, but found nothing.

And the werewolf in Knockturn Alley has not appeared again for a long time.

Thinking of this, Lu Ping couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that I couldn't solve the problem for more than half a year, but you guys solved it in a few days."

"Ah, it's nothing." Kyle waved his hand, "The main thing is that you are too soft-hearted. As long as you kill a few of the most cheerful ones, the others will naturally be honest."

Lu Ping was speechless, shook his head and said nothing.

If werewolves were really so easy to deal with, why would Dumbledore let him win them over? In the final analysis, it was still a matter of ability.

 Lupine knew this very well, but as long as the result was good, he didn't care about it.

“Okay, let’s eat first.” Mrs. Weasley came over and said.

  She looked completely different from yesterday, she seemed to be in a good mood.

"Percy woke up." Charlie whispered beside him: "They said a few words, and mother was very happy."

"What did you say?"

“I don’t know, the therapist only allows one person to visit, we are all outside.”

Several people walked into the restaurant, and the table was filled with all kinds of sumptuous food.

“Banquet.” Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, “Today is a rare birthday for two people, so naturally we should celebrate it well.”

 “There is one more thing worth celebrating.” At this time, Tonks said suddenly.

She held Lupine’s arm next to her and said, “We decided to get married.”

 After a brief silence, there was a more lively discussion.

 “Oh, have you decided yet?”

"when."

 “This is great!”

 …

"Congratulations, Moony Face." Sirius was undoubtedly the happiest one, Lupine was his best friend, and Tonks... From the perspective of the pure-blood family relationship, she was considered his niece?

 Perhaps so, the relationship between pure-blood families is too messy, and he is too lazy to sort it out, that's what it means anyway.

 My good friend is getting married to his niece. It’s really...wait a minute.

Sirius suddenly felt that something was wrong, and when he looked at Lupine again, his eyes changed slightly.

 He walked over and slapped Lupine on the shoulder, "How come you never told me what happened?"

I don’t know whether it was intentional or because he was too excited. The punch was not light, and it hurt so much that Lu Ping took a breath.

"What are you doing? It's neither serious nor serious. Remus has just recovered." Tonks glared at Sirius unceremoniously.

"Go, go, go, what do you know?" Sirius said, and then he hugged Lupin's neck.

 “Tell me, why are you hiding this from me?”

"I didn't mean to hide it from you. We just decided recently." Lupine said sheepishly: "I have been hesitating before. You also know that I am a werewolf. If I am with Tonks..."

"Forget it, I don't want to hear it anymore." Suddenly, Sirius pushed Lupin away.

“I don’t care what you thought before, but now that you’ve made this decision, you can’t go back on it, you know?

 “Otherwise, I won’t let you go, even if you are my best friend.”

As he said that, Sirius punched Lupine again, but this time it was much softer.

 “I’m so happy for you.”

 “Thank you,” Lupine said.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room reached its peak, and everyone was cheering.

Fred and George got some colorful crackers from nowhere, and the room was filled with all kinds of tiny snowflakes and dancing elves.

 “Christmas stock.” Fred slipped one to Kyle, “It’s not a formal marriage anyway, it’s the same.”

“That’s not what I’m surprised about,” Kyle said. “What’s surprising about you is that you still have something left over from Christmas?”

"What do you mean?" George said angrily: "Forget it, I'm happy today, so I won't argue with you."

 After saying that, he opened a **** again, this time it was a mini fire dragon and a golden Christmas tree.

"You two, don't go too far." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, obviously not taking it seriously. She turned to look at Dumbledore, "Albus... don't leave today, stay here together. How about having dinner?

I remember there was a nice bottle of old firewhiskey in the basement, Sirius..."

 “I’ll get it.” Sirius ran downstairs quickly.

“An invitation too good to refuse,” said Dumbledore, smiling. “It would have been even better if there were custard tarts.”

“I’m sorry, I haven’t prepared anything,” said Mrs. Weasley, “but would syrupy marmalade be okay?”

 Syrup, marmalade?

Kyle felt a toothache just listening to these two combinations, but Dumbledore looked very happy.

 “Ah, I like this too.”

 (End of this chapter)