Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

After class, Kyle went to the auditorium to eat something quickly and then rushed to the Quidditch pitch.

Ever since Slytherin got seven more Nimbus 2001, even Harris rarely became nervous.

Those broomsticks were so fast. Fred and George secretly scouted the Slytherin team. According to them, when the team members flew up, they could only see seven light green shadows, whizzing through the air. .

This is not good news for them Hufflepuffs.

Originally, the equipment gap between them and Slytherin could be made up by technology and tacit cooperation... But now that Slytherin's equipment has been upgraded, the Hufflepuff players' skills cannot be improved in a short period of time. .

There is no other way, Harris can only keep training to find tactics that can deal with those "krypton money bosses".

However, the progress of this idea was not very smooth, but so far, none of the tactics he formulated could be carried over to the next day. They were overturned halfway through every training, without exception.

It's the same today.

As dusk approached, Kyle returned wearily to the castle.

The intensive study and training for the past month made him feel a little overwhelmed, his head was dizzy, and he just wanted to go back to the dormitory and sleep comfortably.

"It would be nice to have a time turner..." Kyle thought. ☞

When he first returned to the castle, he met Professor McGonagall.

"I want to find you?"

"Bad news..." Professor McGonagall handed a letter to Kyle, "Unfortunately, your second application for a time turner still failed."

"Is it because there is nothing extra?" Kyle took the letter and felt that his head was even more uncomfortable.

"That's right."

Professor McGonagall nodded, "They also specifically stated that this year is special and all time turners are in use."

Kyle glanced at the letter in his hand. There were only a few lines on it.

"Dear Albus Dumbledore.

Unfortunately, due to some special reasons, all time turners are in use, so we have to temporarily withdraw their use until June next year.

Hope you can understand.

...Department of Mysteries, Roderick Bode. "

"Dumbledore?" Kyle whispered.

"The application was written by the principal himself." Professor McGonagall explained: "But it was still rejected."

Kyle sighed, "So I definitely won't be able to use the time turner this year?"

"I think, yes."

Professor McGonagall glanced at him. She naturally knew about Kyle's full class schedule.

Whether it's her Transfiguration Club or Professor Flitwick's Charms Club, the content is much more difficult than normal coursework.

And Kyle still has twelve courses to study, so it’s no wonder he wants a time turner so much.

But the Department of Mysteries didn't approve, and there was nothing she could do. After all, all the time turners were stored there.

Just as Kyle lowered his head to read the letter, he suddenly heard a sound...a sound completely different from the sound of wind or the crackling of burning candles.

It was an old whisper, mechanical, cold, and without any emotion.

"Come...come here...I can give you whatever you want."

Kyle's hand shook and he almost tore the letter in his hand.

"What?" He raised his head suddenly.

"I mean, although it's a pity, you definitely won't be able to use the Time-Turner this year." Professor McGonagall said softly.

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"That's not it, Professor." Kyle shook his head, hesitated for a moment and said, "I just heard someone talking, as if they were asking me to pass."

Professor McGonagall looked around doubtfully, then frowned slightly and moved her fingers slightly...

Kyle felt a soothing breeze blowing past him, heading deeper into the castle.

About a few seconds later...

"No one's talking, Kyle, there's nothing around us."

Professor McGonagall said: "The nearest Mrs. Norris is also twenty feet away, and separated by two walls. Its voice obviously cannot reach here."

"Maybe I heard it wrong." Kyle rubbed his ears.

"It may be that you are too tired. It is a good thing to love learning, but you should not force yourself too much."

Professor McGonagall thought for a while and continued: "Although I can't cancel my course selection now, I will go to Professor Bubbaji and Professor Trelawney later to see if I can exempt you from your homework.

And Quidditch training, I think you can put it aside for a while... In my personal opinion, you only need to attend training once a week.

In addition, I also allow you to take leave at any time in the Transformation Club, so you should be able to relax a little. "

Charity Budge was the Muggle Studies professor, and Trelawney was the Divination professor.

The test scores of these two courses are relatively not that important.

But Professor McGonagall didn't know that in addition to these, Kyle actually joined a "Magic Club".

Learning magic texts was already difficult, and coupled with the fact that he had to pay attention to the traps deliberately set by Liddell... this resulted in him running out of time.

As for training and homework... those are minor issues and not that important.

But Professor McGonagall said so, so naturally he would not refuse.

After saying goodbye to Professor McGonagall, Kyle left alone with doubts.

In the Hufflepuff common room, there were still many people doing their homework.

Cedric didn't come back with him. As the team's Seeker, Harris put all his hopes on him.

He should be still on the Quidditch pitch at this moment, practicing those classic Seeker feints.

Kyle greeted a few familiar people and returned to the dormitory.

Mikel and Ryan were also outside doing homework, and he was the only one in the dormitory for the time being.

Kyle was lying on the bed, still thinking about what happened at the gate of the castle just now.

Who is speaking?

Basilisk?

Probably not.

Although the basilisk can travel through the pipes in the wall and make sounds where others cannot see it, someone has to release it.

But Riddle's diary was still in his box, so there was no chance of causing trouble.

In the bathroom on the second floor, the props he arranged did not make any movement... If nothing else happened, the basilisk should still be sleeping in the secret room right now.

And most importantly, he heard the basilisk's voice last year. Although it was also emotionless, it didn't sound old... but rather young.

But if it's not a basilisk, then who is it...

Kyle turned over on the bed and stared at the pot of flowers on the window sill in a daze.

You can't really be too tired, maybe you heard it wrong.

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Thanks to book friend Du Yu for the starting point coin reward (super loud)