The Little Superman of Hogwarts

The Little Superman of Hogwarts - Chapter 067 [The Fire-Breathing Little Dragon]

Klee's first summoning of a flying broom ended at the cost of a broken flying broom—Madam Hooch's face looked like an eggplant hit by frost in autumn, wrinkled and shriveled.

That night, Klee asked the Weasley twins to get three more flying brooms: one Nimbus 2000 and two Firebolts.

The Weasley twins were simply stunned, with a box full of gold coins placed in front of them.

"Merlin's beard!" After George and Fred exclaimed, they risked expulsion and ran to Diagon Alley overnight, because Klee promised to give them a 2% commission! 1% each!

The condition was to retrieve them as soon as possible—the price of three flying brooms was about fourteen thousand gold coins, and two percent commission was 280 gold coins!

This was equivalent to almost four or five months of their family's income!

The Weasley twins simply couldn't refuse; they also demonstrated perfect intermediary ethics, taking the money and getting things done!

The next afternoon, Klee finished class and was just about to go to the Room of Requirement when the Weasley twins rushed back like lightning.

"My God! Do you know how shocked the salesperson was when they heard we wanted three flying brooms at once, and two of them were Firebolts!"

Fred's whole body was covered in performing cells: "Her eyes were about to turn into Galleons!"

"And then?" Klee asked.

"Then—look! They're here!" George stood in the back, dramatically revealing the items on the table.

One Nimbus 2000 and two Firebolts lay quietly on the table.

It must be said that the Firebolt was really beautiful; one could feel that it was much more advanced than the Nimbus 2000 just from its appearance.

After saying goodbye to the Weasley twins, Klee tucked the two Firebolts under his armpits, held the Nimbus 2000 with both hands, and knocked on Madam Hooch's door.

"What are you doing?" Madam Hooch asked, looking at the particularly comical Klee.

"These are the flying brooms I'm compensating you with!" Klee explained, "I'm sorry for breaking a broom yesterday."

"No need for that, child! I know you didn't do it on purpose; the school will be responsible for updating the brooms," Madam Hooch said, though stern, still kind.

In the end, Klee still placed the Nimbus 2000 in Madam Hooch's hands.

Klee and Hermione each took a Firebolt. After getting this new toy, Hermione was so excited that she didn't even read books anymore, desperately flying in the night.

Unfortunately, Klee really couldn't fly fast enough; if he relied on Superman's own ability to fly, the speed was too slow, completely unable to keep up with the speed of the Firebolt.

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Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore were signing some daily documents when Professor McGonagall suddenly asked, "Albus, I've felt some of your recent behavior over the past few years is a bit strange."

"Perhaps I'm getting old and not as energetic as I was when I was younger," Dumbledore said without looking up, continuing to write the documents.

"People including myself and Severus are very worried about Voldemort's return, but you don't seem to care at all, and even seem to be condoning Voldemort's resurrection to some extent!" Professor McGonagall asked seriously.

"Minerva…" Dumbledore pondered for a moment and said, "Like the sun, there are births and deaths every day, and I am now in my twilight years!

I'm already 111 years old! I can't live much longer, but a long time ago, I discovered that my students, the teachers at the school, and even many wizards who have nothing to do with me, all regard me as their ultimate reliance.

But don't you think, what would happen if one day I suddenly disappeared?"

Professor McGonagall frowned and said, "Why can't you use the Philosopher's Stone? Nicolas Flamel is your close friend!"

"Everything in life is secretly marked with a price!" Dumbledore said slowly, "The price required to use the Philosopher's Stone is something I cannot accept.

What I want to say is—I am getting old, and we must have new forces to become new leaders, or rather, a person of responsibility."

"Minerva, don't you think that a Voldemort who has died once is a good training object?" Dumbledore explained slowly.

Professor McGonagall looked thoughtful: "Then who do you want to be the person of responsibility?"

"Perhaps you are the most suitable!" Dumbledore glanced at Professor McGonagall with interest.

Professor McGonagall smiled; she thought Dumbledore was joking.

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The days continued to move forward. On this day, Klee and Hermione were in a boring Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was taken together by the lions and snakes, and the lecturer was, of course, that drowsy Professor Quirrell.

Everyone in the classroom was drowsy, but Klee keenly noticed a problem—Quirrell's ridiculous turban had traces of smoke and burning!

Klee immediately understood that something he didn't know was probably happening.

That night, Klee appeared near Quirrell's office with a small shovel. Quirrell was still eating at this time. Since the last interrogation, Quirrell never walked alone.

Quirrell's office was right on a corner, so the left side was a corridor, and the front door was also a corridor.

Klee flew up along the wall from the left corridor and began to dig stones under the ceiling…

These were all granite and limestone stones, and they had been magically reinforced—Klee's arm strength alone reached nearly a hundred tons!

What kind of concept was this!

In Klee's hands, the metal shovel was almost the same as the plastic fork for eating instant noodles.

Klee took the slender special metal shovel and dug out cement and limestone from the cracks in the limestone.

After a while, the stone at the top loosened, and Klee, whose arm strength reached nearly two hundred tons, easily took out the stone—this was a square stone as high as fifty centimeters and more than thirty centimeters thick!

It weighed more than four hundred pounds!

You have your Zhang Liang's plan, and I have my ladder to cross the river.

You have magically reinforced all the doors and windows, but you don't know that this wall, which is unbreakable in the eyes of others, is the biggest weakness!

Klee put the stone on the ground and easily drilled in.

"Roar!" A small roar appeared in Klee's ears.

Klee smiled—this wasn't a dragon!

Based on its characteristics, Klee easily judged that this was a Norwegian Ridgeback!

In the original book, Quirrell disguised himself as a dragon egg merchant and gave Hagrid a Norwegian Ridgeback dragon egg, and learned the weakness of the three-headed dog from Hagrid—but now it seemed that because of his arrival, Quirrell had obtained a way to deal with the three-headed dog through other means, so this dragon egg was hatched by Quirrell himself!

The Ridgeback was locked in a metal cage, looking listless.

Klee carefully rummaged through Quirrell's office; he had an unexpected gain!

A not-very-large pottery jar—casually placed in the corner, it could even be easily overlooked if you didn't look carefully.

But this pottery jar was attached with extremely lethal trap magic!

Klee directly threw a stone and smashed it. A potion flowed out, and Klee immediately judged from the color and taste—this was Polyjuice Potion!

It's a shape-shifting agent!

"Guess confirmed!" Klee smiled; this Professor Quirrell was indeed a fake, so who exactly was he?!

Apart from the Polyjuice Potion, Klee didn't have much to gain, but even so, tonight's harvest was not small.

Klee thought for a while before leaving, and widened his eyes to concentrate the laser light on the dragon's metal cage.

A few seconds later, three or four of the metal cage bars melted!

"Little guy, hurry up and escape!" Klee sealed the stone from the outside and filled the gaps in the stone with the prepared mud.

When Klee left, he had already heard an explosion-like sound in the house.