Chapter 290: whisper in ear
Chapter 290 A whisper in the ear
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 way, Harris can only keep training to find tactics that can deal with those "krypton money bosses".
However, the progress of this idea is not very smooth, but so far, the tactics he formulated have not been able to last to the next day, and they have been overturned in the middle of every training, without exception.
The same is true today.
As dusk approached, Kyle returned to the castle tiredly.
The intense study and training in the past month has made him feel a little overwhelmed, his head is dizzy, and he just wants to go back to the dormitory as soon as possible 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 his head was getting worse.
“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 rights 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 did not approve it, and she had no choice. After all, all the time turners were stored there.
Just when 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, 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, it's a pity, but you won't be able to use the Time-Turner this year," Professor McGonagall whispered.
"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 come over." Professor McGonagall looked around suspiciously, then frowned slightly and moved his fingers slightly. After a while…
Kyle felt a soothing breeze blowing past him, heading deeper into the castle.
In about a few seconds…
"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, so her voice obviously cannot reach here."
“Maybe I heard it wrong.” Kyle rubbed his ears.
“Maybe you’re too tired. It’s a good thing to love learning, but you can’t force yourself too hard.”
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.
There is also Quidditch training, I think you can also put it aside for a while... In my personal opinion, you only need to participate in 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 Bubbaji is the professor of Muggle Studies, and Trelawney is the professor of Divination.
The test scores of these two courses are relatively not that important.
It’s just that Professor McGonagall didn’t know that in addition to these, Kyle actually joined a "Magic Club".
Learning magic texts is inherently difficult, and coupled with the fact that he has to pay attention to the traps deliberately set by Riddel... this makes him increasingly run out of time.
As for training and homework...those are minor issues and not that important.
But Professor McGonagall has said so, so naturally he will not refuse.
After saying goodbye to Professor McGonagall, Kyle left alone with doubts.
In the Hufflepuff common room, there are still many people doing their homework.
Cedric did not come back with him. As the team's seeker, Harris put all his hopes on him.
At this moment, he should still be on the Quidditch pitch, practicing those classic Seeker feints.
Kyle greeted a few familiar people and returned to the dormitory.
Mikel and Ryan are also doing homework outside, and he is 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...
A basilisk?
Probably not.
Although the basilisk can pass 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.
If it’s not a basilisk, then who is it...
Kyle turned over on the bed and stared at a pot of flowers on the window sill in a daze.
You can’t really be too tired, maybe you heard it wrong.
…
Thanks to book friend Du Yu for the starting point coin reward (super loud)
(End of this chapter)