Chapter 716: Kyle's two-way mirror
Chapter 716 Kyle’s Two-Way Mirror
Kyle didn't think it was very difficult for Connor to pass the examination of the Association of Extraordinary Apothecaries. With her talent and Snape's help, it was almost a certainty.
Of course, the premise is that no one maliciously lowers the score...
But then again, it doesn’t matter even if they do. I happen to graduate next year, so I have plenty of time to help them correct their mistakes.
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An hour later, the pudding dessert on the table also disappeared, and the golden plate became as shiny as new again.
When Dumbledore stood up, the laughter echoing in the auditorium disappeared in an instant.
“Have an evening everyone,” he said with a smile, spreading his arms as if to hug everyone in the auditorium.
“Look at his hands.” Mikel said suddenly.
Ryan turned around and said, "It's normal. What's wrong?"
“I mean, Dumbledore is wearing a ring,” Mikel said. “He has never worn a ring before.”
However, there is one more thing to note this year.
At the Slytherin table, Malfoy looked at him waving and sneered disdainfully, but the next second, he couldn't laugh anymore.
Malfoy then noticed that he and Harry Potter had become the center of attention, and Snape on the stage was looking at him coldly.
“Potions class?”
"Really?"
Harry could not accept Snape teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, his favorite subject.
Kyle also noticed that Dumbledore had a very conspicuous gemstone ring on his finger. The black gemstone on it was only slightly smaller than the Golden Snitch.
The whole auditorium seemed to pause for a second, and then there was a buzzing of whispers.
As if aware of Kyle's gaze, Dumbledore also looked over and winked at Kyle gently.
At first, Malfoy didn't care. He thought that his grades in Potions would be fine. Who would have thought that Snape went to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the person in charge of the Potions class was Slughorn, whom he hated.
Connor frowned, not wanting to be happy for Snape... After all, everyone knew that being the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts was not a good job.
"Don't worry." Kyle said softly, as if he could see Connor's worry: "I guess after this school year ends, Professor Snape will probably return to the Potions classroom."
"It should be." Kyle said, "And this curse is not as terrible as you think. Look at Lupin, Sirius and Moody, aren't they all fine?"
But his mother had warned him several times before the start of school that he must choose Snape's class.
"Draco, the professor is looking at you." Pansy pulled his robe under the table.
And Malfoy did not choose Defense Against the Dark Arts... This is easy to understand. As a person who is about to serve the Dark Lord, there is no reason to defend himself.
“Also,” Dumbledore continued, “we are delighted to welcome a new teacher this year, Professor Slughorn.”
Speaking of Harry and Malfoy, they stood up almost at the same time.
In the "Daily Prophet" in the past two months, almost every issue reported that someone was missing or even dead. It was indeed a matter of luck that they escaped.
Resurrection Stone!
Kyle narrowed his eyes, but soon he didn't care anymore.
He reached back and Slughorn stood up, his bald head gleaming in the candlelight.
There is no doubt that Fred and George were targeted, and the entire store was put on the school's blacklist... Simple and hassle-free.
As for Slughorn's Potions class... who cares.
After calming down, he realized that the course selection could be changed. As long as Snape agreed, he could still continue taking Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Everyone knows what he means.
“Ah, Snape got his wish.” Kyle looked at Connor and said, “I remember he always wanted to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and it seems that the principal finally agreed this year.”
“Absolutely not!”
Malfoy immediately sat back after reacting.
"In the meantime." Dumbledore raised his voice, "Professor Snape will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
Two very sudden voices came from the auditorium.
"No!"
And being able to be worn on the hand also means that it is no longer a Horcrux... Dumbledore still has a contract with him. If the ring is still a Horcrux, he can't touch it.
She couldn't figure out why Snape had to teach this subject, since potions were obviously his strength.
"I'm very happy that Professor Slughorn has agreed to return to his old job as Potions teacher at Hogwarts."
For example, freshmen are not allowed to go to the Forbidden Forest, and the selection time of the Quidditch team.
“It’s a pleasure to see you here again, and not a single one of you is absent,” he exclaimed.
There are many people like them, and people in the entire auditorium are talking about it. Everyone is more concerned about this matter than Dumbledore's next instructions.
Kyle's comfort seemed to have had a little effect, and Connor looked less worried.
Because Dumbledore's hand has no obvious change, it still looks the same as before, which means that the curse on the ring has disappeared.
Dumbledore did not say much, but announced a few notes to the new students as usual.
“…Administrator Filch asked me to tell everyone. Students are absolutely prohibited from bringing in any products purchased from the Weasley Joke Shop this year.”
However, it may be that he has given similar instructions many times, and the meaning is the same, which is to suggest that everyone unite and face the enemy together.
The only difference is that this year there are some forbidden areas in the castle, which must be related to the newly added magic defenses. Dumbledore also asked everyone to strictly abide by the new school rules set by the professors and restrain their behavior.
After the dinner, as usual, everyone pushed the benches behind them and began to file out of the auditorium and toward the dormitory.
Connor went off to fulfill her prefect duties, taking care of the first years. Kyle hesitated, then walked silently through the crowd back to the common room.
It’s just to guide the new students. There is no need for so many prefects. Two are enough.
"Kyle, I've been looking for you." At this time, a man ran over from behind.
“Grace?” Kyle looked back at the visitor and asked, “What’s the matter?”
"Come with me quickly." Grace grabbed Kyle's sleeve and was about to drag him in the direction where the professors left. "They sent me the Quidditch captain's badge by mistake. While the professors are here, we It should be possible to change it back.”
Kyle stood still and didn't move.
Grace tugged twice. After finding that she couldn't pull it anymore, she turned back and said, "Hurry up, the professors will leave soon."
"No, Grace, they didn't send the wrong person." Kyle shook his head, "In fact, you are the captain."
Grace stood there blankly.
“But...how is this possible?”
"Why is it impossible?" Kyle said with a smile: "If you think about it carefully, even if the badge may be sent to the wrong person, the name will never be wrong.
I guess there should be a letter sent along with the badge, the content of which is to inform you to become the Quidditch captain. "
“Ah, is there?” Grace blinked.
“You don’t know?” Kyle asked doubtfully.
Grace shook her head.
In fact, when she found the captain's badge, she subconsciously thought that she had sent it by mistake and stuffed it directly back into the envelope, planning to return it to Kyle when she returned to school. She had no idea there was a letter inside.
“Forget it,” Kyle said. “You should just take the envelope with you.”
Grace nodded and took out an envelope from her robe pocket.
“Don’t be stunned, open it and take a look.” Kyle said with a smile.
Grace was still confused. She subconsciously opened the envelope and saw a piece of folded parchment inside.
It’s hard to say what Grace is feeling right now. There is definitely some tension, as well as confusion, confusion, and a trace of expectation that even she herself is not aware of...
Grace opened the parchment, and her name was clearly at the top, as well as the line below her name.
"Congratulations on becoming the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. Please see Ms. Huo Qi to register as captain after September 1st." In an instant, Grace's breathing began to become rapid.
"See?" Kyle said, "That proves they didn't send the wrong badge."
"But why me?" Grace still couldn't believe it. "Who do I mean? You are obviously the most powerful person in the team."
"No, you got one thing wrong. The captain does not look at personal strength, but also the effect on the entire team."
Kyle shrugged, "You should also know that I also have a job at the Ministry of Magic."
Grace nodded. Almost all students at Hogwarts knew that Kyle had become a senior assistant to the minister, and she was no exception.
"That's exactly what I want to say." Kyle said softly: "Because the Ministry of Magic has many things to do, I may not have much time to participate in training or even competition this year..."
“What?” Grace almost jumped up, “You want to quit the team?”
Keir is Hufflepuff’s trump card. If he withdraws, their strength will definitely be greatly affected.
“No, not quitting.”
Kyle shook his head and said: "I still want to help Hufflepuff win seven consecutive championships, but you should also know that seventh-grade students not only have academic problems, but also because it is a special situation now, it may be difficult for me to be healthy. Devote yourself wholeheartedly to the team's affairs.
"After all, it takes time to arrange training or formulate game tactics. If I really become the captain, then we will probably only be able to use improvisational tactics."
Grath breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she didn't quit the team, as for the training time problem, this could be solved.
"So don't be surprised." Kyle continued: "It is most appropriate for you to be the captain."
Grace was still in disbelief. She stood there not knowing what she was thinking. By the time she came to her senses, Kyle had already returned to the common room.
According to Hufflepuff's custom, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
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When having breakfast the next day, almost half of the people at the Hufflepuff table were yawning constantly... They had made up for their homework all night yesterday, and now was the sleepiest time.
The new class schedule was distributed yesterday. The first class for seventh grade students is History of Magic, which is just enough time to catch up on some sleep.
The professor of this course is a ghost. He can only read from the textbook. As long as he is not interrupted, he can do anything.
Kanna sat in the last row of the classroom and looked to the side curiously.
Kyle is currently holding the wand and drawing something on a small round mirror... The wand at this time is like a quill filled with ink, and it can leave marks on the mirror with just one stroke. .
Judging from the shape, it should be magic text, but it was too complicated. Kangna looked at it for a long time and didn't recognize what it was.
“What are you doing?” Finally, she couldn’t help but ask.
“Brush up on alchemy.” Kyle whispered.
"Is this alchemy?" Kangna glanced at the mirror filled with various magic words and symbols with interest, "Why does it feel different from when you made the map before?"
"Of course it's different." Kyle said, "The things I made before, whether it was the map or its waterproof and moisture-proof badge, could only be regarded as magic items.
“The true alchemy is the combination of runes and magic.”
Because he was distracted while speaking, Kyle accidentally moved the wand in his hand a little too much and wrote the wrong magic text.
A few cracks appeared on the mirror instantly, turning it into a pile of fragments.
“Sorry.” Connor said sheepishly.
"It's okay, I couldn't have succeeded in one attempt." Kyle waved his wand nonchalantly, cleared away the debris on the table, and then took out a new mirror.
Kanna didn't speak this time, just watching Kyle's actions.
To be honest, this process is actually quite boring. Kyle draws the magic text very slowly. It takes almost half an hour to paint a palm-sized mirror.
Then those magic words will disappear, as if they were covered, and at this time, Kyle will continue to draw new magic words.
Once something goes wrong, the mirror will shatter and all previous efforts will be in vain.
For two whole days, Kyle kept playing with this thing and didn't even listen to the class.
However, most professors would pretend not to see his behavior, including Professor McGonagall.
Connor originally took a lot of notes for Kyle, but ever since Kyle completed Professor McGonagall's request with a wave of his wand during a Transfiguration class, she has stopped doing such unnecessary things.
No wonder Professor McGonagall didn't care about his behavior of deserting in class. There was really no need for it.
It was not until the morning of the third day of school, when the first spells class was about to end, that Kyle put down his wand.
Kangana’s first reaction was that it had failed again, but the next second she noticed that the mirror was still intact.
“You succeeded?” she asked.
“That’s right, there’s still one last step to go.” Kyle took a deep breath and tapped the mirror with his wand.
In an instant, all the magic words drawn on it all emerged, and they overlapped layer by layer to form a complete symbol.
The mirror began to tremble violently, and the movement was so loud that all the surrounding students and Professor Flitwick looked over.
The shaking mirror cracked in the middle, but it was not a crack, but turned into two as if a copying spell had been cast.
The silence then returned, and the magic glyphs on it disappeared again.
“Pah, pah!”
There was a burst of clapping in the classroom.
"It's really magical." Professor Flitwick came over and looked at the two mirrors on the table, "To be honest, this is the first time I have seen the process of making a double-sided mirror. This is a very complicated alchemical product. "
“Thanks for the compliment, Professor.” Kyle said with a smile.
Hearing Professor Flitwick's words, others stretched their necks to get a better look.
At this time, the school bell just rang.
Kyle packed up his things and left the professor. In the corridor, he handed one of the mirrors to Connor.
“Send it to me?”
"Of course." Kyle said, "Didn't you hear what Professor Flitwick said just now? This is a two-way mirror and can only be used by two people."
Kanna took the mirror and asked, "How do I use this?"
"You don't know?" Kyle was a little surprised. After all, a double-sided mirror is not a particularly precious thing in the magic world.
“I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never used it,” said Kangna.
“It’s very simple.” Kyle said, “Just call my name in the mirror and you can see me in the mirror. In this way, I don’t have to worry about not receiving your reply.
“Speaking of which, why didn’t you give us a reply during the holiday? Is the assessment so strict?”
“It’s to prevent cheating.” Kangna whispered, “I didn’t receive a letter during the entire holiday.”
"Okay." Kyle didn't understand, but he had never experienced the assessment of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association, so he could only listen to it seriously.
"But there's no need to worry now." Kyle continued: "As long as you need it, just call me in the mirror. Even if Snape takes you somewhere else later, I can help pick you up. "
Kanna said in a small voice: "That's France, can you apparate so far away?"
"It doesn't matter, even if I can't apparate, I have other ways." Kyle shrugged and said with a smile: "I know a person who has rich experience in cross-border travel, whether it is legal or illegal, and regardless of the distance No matter how far it is, there is a way.”
Kanna didn't speak, but her face turned slightly red. She looked at the small round mirror in her hand and shouted softly: "Kyle..."
The next second, the mirror in Kyle's hand reacted. He looked at Kangna's face in the mirror, and then looked at Kangna herself next to him.
"What's wrong? We're so close. Can't you just say something if you have anything to say?" Kyle asked in a teasing tone.
“You mind me, can’t I try to see if it works?” Kangna turned her head to the side and couldn’t help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly.
But then she hurriedly changed the subject and said: "Hurry up, class is about to start. The next period is Defense Against the Dark Arts. If you are late, you will suffer."
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(End of this chapter)