Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

After saying goodbye to Cedric, Kyle left the castle and headed towards the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid was standing in the vegetable patch in front of his cabin, watering those pumpkins as big as wheels.

"It's Kyle, come in and sit down."

The two walked into the wooden house, and Hagrid happily brought Kyle cakes and a teapot.

"How does the new school year feel?"

"It's not bad." Kyle didn't touch the rock cake, but just took a sip of tea and said, "It's just that there are more classes every week than last year."

"Yes, the studies in the second grade are indeed heavier than the first grade." Hagrid said with a smile: "But if it is you, it will be fine. Harry mentioned you to me when he came here yesterday. "

"Potter?"

Kyle was a little surprised. He remembered that he and Harry didn't have much interaction. Except for the last time they met in the corridor, they had never been alone together.

At that time, he also gave Harry a map and a pack of pet snacks, thinking that the other party would not say anything bad about him.

"Harry said that thanks to the map you gave him, he hasn't been late these days." Hagrid said with a smile.

Hagrid couldn't help but smile happily when he thought about Harry sitting in the hut yesterday and telling him about the interesting things that happened at school.

It was just that the little guy was too curious and kept asking about the Philosopher's Stone, which gave him a headache.

The Philosopher's Stone was a secret that Dumbledore had repeatedly warned. As the most strict-tongued person at Hogwarts, Hagrid would certainly not be able to tell anyone about it.

But at the same time, he didn't want to deceive Harry, so he could only find various excuses to excuse him.

It’s quite confusing, and it takes a lot of brain power.

"That's it..."

Kyle nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He estimated that Harry just mentioned it casually while chatting with Hagrid, as if he was talking about what he had eaten last night, with no special intention.

If he had come a few days later, Hagrid might have forgotten about it.

Seeing that Kyle didn't speak, Hagrid picked up the copper kettle next to him and gave him another cup of tea. At the same time, he couldn't help but think:

This is what chat is, relaxed, enjoyable, and more importantly, it doesn’t require using your brain.

"Have a try on this." Hagrid handed over the plate with rock biscuits and said with a smile: "I just baked it yesterday and it's still crispy. By the way, where are your friends? Why didn't you come with us? ."

"Sorry, I just had breakfast and I really can't eat anything else."

Kyle politely rejected Hagrid's suggestion to change his teeth and said, "We are selecting new Quidditch players recently. Cedric and the others have all gone to the stadium."

"Yeah...Quidditch."

Hagrid suddenly said: "Time flies so fast. It's time to replace the new players again. I remember you also like Quidditch, right?"

"Yes." Kyle nodded and said, "I have already signed up, but I have to wait until next week to take the assessment."

"I believe you can pass."

"I think so too." Kyle smiled and said, "Besides, maybe Porter can also join the team this year."

"Harry? It's impossible." Hagrid shook his head and said, "Freshmen are not allowed to participate in Quidditch. This is a rule."

"That's true, but Gryffindor really needs a Seeker this year."

Kyle said: "If Potter inherits his father's abilities, Professor McGonagall will probably admit him under special circumstances."

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"James..." Hagrid thought for a while and said suddenly: "Oh, by the way, James is indeed an excellent seeker. He also led Gryffindor to win several Quidditch Cups back then. ."

Thinking of this, Hagrid couldn't help laughing.

If Harry could really join the Quidditch team in his first year, I believe he would be very happy.

After all, who doesn't love Quidditch.

But soon, Hagrid thought of something and couldn't help laughing.

If Kyle and Harry both join the team, then who will he cheer for when Hufflepuff and Gryffindor play...

Hagrid's face gradually wrinkled, and he pulled at his beard tangledly.

Kyle called him three times in a row, and Hagrid finally came to his senses.

"What were you thinking just now? You were so absorbed."

"No, it's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that the water in the pumpkin patch has not been finished yet." Hagrid lied.

He had just decided to cheer for both academies at the same time, the kind of thing where he would applaud whoever scored a goal, but he definitely couldn't say this openly.

Hagrid then went to water the pumpkin patch, and Kyle followed him outside the house, but did not return to the castle.

His friends, including Mikel and Ryan, had gone to the Quidditch pitch, and there was no point in him going back.

Kyle looked around, found a flat place, and began to take things out of his leather bag.

Portable stoves, crucibles, herbs... were soon piled all over the floor.

"Kyle, what are you doing?" Hagrid asked curiously.

"Brew some magic potions, or pet tonics."

Kyle lit the stove with his wand and placed the cauldron on it.

When he heard that Kyle was preparing to brew the pet tonic, Hagrid was quite interested, but he only watched it for a while before turning back to the pumpkin patch.

I can't understand it, I can't understand it at all.

It was difficult for Hagrid to understand why Kyle couldn't put out all the powder at once, but had to put it in three times, with different intervals.

He really wanted to write down the entire process, but just the time between these moments made him dizzy.

What I just jotted down was completely forgotten in the blink of an eye.

Hagrid decisively gave up on trying to learn a trick or two and went to water the pumpkin.

Kyle, who was staring intently at the fire, didn't notice anything strange about Hagrid. He held the wand and stirred the potion in the cauldron from time to time.

Brewing potions is a delicate job. Even if it is simple, a single oversight may ruin all the work. He doesn't want to have to do it all over again.

Time passed slowly.

After Hagrid had watered all the pumpkins, Kyle was almost done.

He poured some dark green powder into the crucible and stirred it counterclockwise with his wand.

The orange-yellow liquid in the crucible gradually turned red.

The red color is very beautiful, crystal clear, without a trace of magazine, just like melted ruby.

Kyle extinguished the fire in the stove, and after the crucible gradually cooled down, he carefully poured the potion inside into a prepared bottle.

No more, no less, just one bottle.

"Is this pet tonic?" Hagrid looked at the bottle curiously.

"Yes." Kyle handed him the bottle and said with a smile, "But to be precise, it should be a special rat tonic."