Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

The next day, Kyle rubbed his head and sat up from a large antique bed. ♤♦He stared blankly at the completely unfamiliar environment around him, and it took him a while to remember that he was now in Paris, at Nicolas Flamel's home.

"Dear guest, do you want to eat?" A sharp voice came from the other side of the room.

It was a house elf wearing goggles.

"Tata?"

Kyle remembered this elf's name.

"Yes, distinguished guest...it is an honor for you to remember Tata's name."

Unlike the house elves in the Hogwarts kitchen who always looked frightened, Tata's behavior seemed much normal.

And the clean and decent clothes make him look more like a butler in an old manor.

But they also have one thing in common: they are all a little too enthusiastic.

After seeing Kyle get up, he brought all the toiletries and breakfast over.

Steaks, sausages, bread, French foie gras, French soup...all kinds of different breakfasts filled the whole table. This amount is more than enough to feed an elephant.

"That's enough, I really can't eat so much!" Kyle quickly stopped him from moving breakfast, picked up a hot towel from the tray next to him, wiped his face, and asked, "What happened yesterday? What happened?" Why would I sleep here!"

Kyle felt his head was dizzy. He only remembered that he was invited to Nicolas Flamel's house as a guest, and he also met Fleur and Madame Maxime of Beauxbatons.

As for what happened next and why he slept here, he had no memory at all.

"Dear guest, you drank some very pungent water yesterday and fell asleep afterwards." Tata said, "The master asked me to send you here to rest."

"Poor water?" Kyle frowned, seeming to remember something, but it was a bit vague.

"Oh, this is it." Tata took out a bottle: "After they drank it yesterday, I put it away on purpose."

Kyle took the bottle and his face became a little ugly.

Aged Fire Whiskey.

Look at the date on the bottle again, 1933...

Good guy, are you drinking whiskey that is nearly sixty years old? No wonder my head hurts so much.

It had been a long time since he'd learned Occlumency.

Occlumency only targets spiritual magic, and spirits are obviously not within its scope of business.

"The master said you might need this."

At this time, Tata put a bottle of sky blue potion into Kyle's hand.

Kyle opened the lid and smelled it, then drank it.

The next second, Kyle felt a chill all over his body. His originally groggy head instantly became much clearer, and he also remembered.

Yesterday when everyone was eating together, someone did give him a glass of something that looked like wine.

And it was none other than MacPhail who sent the Medal of Merlin to Hogwarts.

But at the time he said it was mead, and even a young wizard could drink two glasses of it, so Kyle didn’t think much about it, picked it up and took a sip.

Then now...

Kyle felt like his head was pounding.

Who would have thought... MacPhail, this old wizard who is more than a hundred years old and one of the only first-class recipients of the Order of Merlin, would actually trick a child under thirteen years old into drinking fire whiskey!

Oh, by the way, there is also the Bafa brain-refreshing potion that he is going to brew for himself.

That weird, sticky, bubbling brown liquid... Kyle had only seen it in Mikel's crucible.

The fire dragon can't even stand it after drinking it!

For a moment, Kyle suddenly wondered if McPhail had any grudge against Dumbledore... But because he couldn't beat him, he wanted to find some ways to make some money on himself.

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After eating breakfast, Kyle left the room and followed a golden corridor to the same hall as yesterday.

At this time, the hall had completely changed its appearance. The ceiling was gone, and the walls and floors had turned dark gold.

As soon as Kyle walked in, he saw an amazing number of bands. They filled every corner of the place and focused on playing their instruments.

And Nicolas Flamel was lying on a beach chair, enjoying the wonderful opera performance while basking in the sun.

He noticed Kyle walking in and said with a smile: "Tata just moved all the food in the kitchen... I guess you must have woken up."

Kyle walked up to Nico in amazement, but his eyes never left the huge band.

"Mr. Flamel, this is..."

"Oh, you said this." Nico said with a proud look on his face: "This is the most precious treasure in my long life."

As he spoke, Nico stood up from the beach chair.

The melodious opera continues, but the bands are gone, and the hall is back to what it was yesterday.

Kyle discovered that some golden symbols on the wall had just flashed suddenly.

Those symbols always seemed familiar to him, as if he had seen them somewhere... By the way, Dumbledore's principal's office!

The symbols are nearly identical to those on the Pensieve.

"Mr. Flamel..."

"We agreed before, call me Nico."

"Okay, Nico." Kyle asked, "Are these your memories?"

"That's right..." Nico recalled: "It was an unforgettable encounter a hundred years ago. I can't help but want to experience it a few more times."

"It's amazing!" Kyle exclaimed.

A pensieve as big as a room... can probably only be seen in Nicolòme.

"This is my most proud work." Nico changed to a new song.

Kyle looked around and saw that the hall was empty. Except for him and Nico, there was no one else here.

Kyle then asked in a low voice: "Nico, does Mr. McPhail have any personal grudge against Professor Dumbledore?"

"As far as I know...no." Nico said: "In fact, they have a good relationship, and they are both loyal fans of the ten-pin bowling game.

Before you came here, he told Albus that he would help take care of you. "

"Trick me into drinking whiskey?" Kyle said doubtfully, "This kind of care is quite unique."

"It has nothing to do with Albus." Nico said with a smile: "Since Doug retired, his personality has become more and more out of touch. Not only you, but also Fleur is not immune.

But he obviously forgot that Olim was here too... Oh, by the way, maybe hearing this will make you feel better. "

Nico clapped his hands, and suddenly, the scene in the hall suddenly changed. The originally melodious music turned into a shrill scream, and there was also a clear and powerful knocking sound in the middle.

This voice was all too familiar to Kyle, it was McPhail's.

He had heard the exact same scream when he entered the potion room yesterday, so he was deeply impressed.

Kyle whispered: "Could it be that Ms. Maxim..."

"It's just as you thought." Nico blinked and showed a wicked smile, "I think he won't be able to go out for a long time."

Kyle laughed dryly, believing that this matter had nothing to do with Dumbledore.

It was just a matter of lying to him, but Fleur came with the thigh, and McPhail actually dared to do it?

The beating he received was not bad at all.