Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

France.

Nicolas Flamel has an old house in Paris, where he and his wife Perenelle have lived the longest. They have lived here for about three hundred years.

Most of the books Nicolas has collected over the past few hundred years are also kept here, and they are placed in a tower-like library. Now if you look up from the bottom, you can't even see the ceiling.

Tens of thousands of books and notes are quietly placed here. Only when guests who like to read books come occasionally will they be taken down from the bookshelf by the house elf Tata.

However, today, this silence was broken.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a dull collision, a person appeared out of thin air in the middle of the library, and then hit the bookshelf hard.

Kyle no longer had the strength to stand up, and lay weakly on the floor of the library, looking like he might faint at any time.

To be honest, he didn't expect that the fire god's opening was so powerful just now. It felt like a hole was chiseled in his body. In order to control those fierce fires, he almost drained all his strength.

Fortunately, he ran away. If he had stayed there, he would have been waiting to die in his current state. Of course, if he had no backup plan, he would not have dared to put all his magic power into a spell.

Voldemort must have been so angry that he jumped up and down. Just now, he saw that half of his face had turned black. He didn't know whether it was because of anger or burning.

Anyway, no matter which one it was, it made people happy.

Just thinking about it, Kyle felt a soft and furry touch in the palm of his hand.

Turning his head, he saw that the Sniff, who had been caught and stuffed into his pocket before, was sitting on his hand, staring at him with a pair of bright eyes.

"Don't worry..." Kyle's voice was like being squeezed out of his throat, vague and hoarse.

"I'm fine... you... you..."

"Hmm?"

In Kyle's sight, the little Sniff was actually picking up his gold coins.

He realized that he seemed to have misunderstood. The Sniff's look just now was not to care about him, but more like to confirm his current state and whether he could still move. If not, then it would do it.

And it did so.

After getting the answer it wanted, Sniff ran to Kyle's lizard skin bag, opened the bag with ease, and shoved a few golden galleons into its inner pocket.

While shoveling, it looked up at Kyle, and then accelerated its movements again. It patted its pocket contentedly until it had emptied the Galleons, Sickles, and even Nat in the bag.

"Just wait..." Kyle said unhappily.

He was convinced by Sniff's taking advantage of the situation.

"One day sooner or later... I'll have to stuff you into the nostrils of a horned camel."

Kyle said a harsh word, which was the only thing he could do now.

About half an hour later, Kyle, who had finally recovered some strength, supported the wall and staggered out of the library. He sat on the soft sofa and stared at a dull gray stone in his palm.

This is a special door key that Nicolas Flamel gave him when he first came here a few years ago.

Made of a fragment of the Philosopher's Stone, unlike regular door keys that have time limits and cannot be preserved for a long time, the unique stability of the Philosopher's Stone allows it to exist forever.

As long as you provide some magic power like using a wand, you can activate it immediately and bring yourself back here.

As for why it is blue, Kyle is not sure... Maybe it is a scrapped defective product.

Kyle still remembers that when the two met for the first time, what did he do in the library?

Oh, yes, learning alchemy and looking for the method of making Horcruxes.

Speaking of Horcruxes, Kyle subconsciously thought of the Longbottoms of St. Mungo's.

His original intention of making Horcruxes was to try to separate the broken souls of the Longbottoms.

But in recent years, because of Voldemort's troubles, he hardly has time to calm down and complete this task.

Including Rowena Ravenclaw, she also said that this idea is feasible, but it is not easy to achieve.

A broken soul can indeed save the step of tearing the soul apart by killing, but the Longbottoms are in such a state that they can't even speak clearly. It is almost impossible to let them learn to make Horcruxes and operate all the steps accurately.

But this process cannot be done by outsiders. After finding that he had entered a dead end, he put it aside for the time being.

Kyle shook his head and didn't think about it anymore. Even Ravenclaw said it was difficult, so it was obviously not a problem that could be solved in a short time.

He still remembered that when Nico gave him this thing, he said that he might come back here again one day.

Hey, he was right.

It's just that the time span is a bit long, he has graduated.

Before this, he never had the opportunity to use this. Even if he needed Nico's help sometimes, he would go directly to his manor to find someone, and there was no need to do anything extra.

In addition, there were more and more things in his transformed lizard skin bag. To be honest, if this thing hadn't rolled into his hand, he would have almost forgotten that he had a special door key.

Kyle casually put the completely useless door key aside and lay on the sofa.

This is not only France, but also Nico's old house. It is safe enough. Voldemort can't find him even if he cuts his head into a drill bit.

I just don't know what happened to the Hesperidian Islands...

But Voldemort was also seriously injured, so he probably didn't want to get entangled with the black dragons anymore... And the Ministry of Magic, considering the time, they should have received the news anyway.

Even if he didn't report it himself, the Fiendfyre that soared into the sky before couldn't be concealed. Has the Auror gone there...

Lying on the soft sofa, Kyle felt his eyelids heavy.

Too tired, facing the furious Voldemort, even if there was a slight negligence, he might be caught, and there was also the Vulcan who tried his best to clear the way.

It was really handsome, the endless flames destroyed all obstacles almost instantly, but it was also very strenuous...

I hope the Auror who rushed over can put out that thing, he can't go back for the time being...

But it doesn't matter if he can't put it out, the Vulcan has the characteristic of restraining flames, even Fiendfyre is no exception, just don't get close to it...

Thinking about it, Kyle fell asleep unknowingly.

...

At the same time, the Hesperidian Islands.

There was a chaotic explosion in the air.

Scrimgeour, the solemn-looking head of the Auror Office, appeared out of thin air, followed by nearly twenty Aurors and even more strikers.

Scrimgeour was in a bad mood. After he got the news that Voldemort had appeared in the Hesperidian Islands, he immediately summoned all the experienced Aurors and went to Hogwarts on the way.

But Minerva McGonagall told him that Dumbledore was not there, and no one knew where he had gone.

This was the nth time that Dumbledore was not there at such a critical moment.

Although he was very dissatisfied, Scrimgeour did not say anything. Even though he knew that he could not be Voldemort's opponent, he still rushed over with his men.

In addition to him, the faces of other Aurors and strikers were also full of tension.

Under Scrimgeour's leadership, everyone walked heavily towards the depths of the Hesperidian Islands.

"Is the mysterious man...really here?" Finally, someone couldn't help asking.

"I don't know, but it's very likely." Kingsley frowned.

When he was on the beach, he felt the strong breath of black magic.

And the fire that covered half of the island before, hot and violent, it was definitely the Fiendfyre.

Apart from the mysterious man, there should be no other person who can use such a large range of Fiendfyre.

The mysterious man... This time it will probably be a tough battle.

"Bill, Charlie, Cedric..." Kingsley turned around and said, "Don't run around, follow me closely."

"Don't worry, we know what to do." The strong Charlie walked forward and looked around curiously.

He had wanted to come to this so-called Black Dragon Islands for a long time, but he never found the opportunity.

"Fortunately Fred and George didn't come." Bill muttered softly.

His two younger brothers were going to follow, but considering that there were already two Weasleys in the team, Scrimgeour did not agree.

This time he was not here for tourism, and he might face Voldemort directly. He couldn't bring all the Weasleys with him.

Moreover, those two guys were really hard to manage. Two people who opened a magic trick shop, no one knew what kind of moths they would come up with.

"Um... Sorry, are you sure they didn't follow us?" Cedric said faintly, looking at a place in front.

Bill turned his head subconsciously and saw two identical figures flashing through the woods.

Although the time was short, he still recognized their identities through their conspicuous red hair.

"Fred... George..." Bill just felt a toothache.

They followed us after all.

"I should have thought of it a long time ago." Cedric sighed, "After all, the letter was sent by Kyle."

"Nonsense, now is not the time to talk about friendship." Kingsley also rubbed his forehead.

Arthur and Molly will come soon. In other words, except for the two little ones in school, all the other Weasleys are here.

If they meet Voldemort later...

Thinking of a possibility, Kingsley's face was a little ugly. "Charlie, you go find them and send them away anyway."

"Okay." Charlie nodded and ran towards the place where they disappeared.

"I'll go too," Cedric said, "maybe I can convince them."

"Go ahead." Kingsley agreed without hesitation, "If you meet the You-Know-Who, run away immediately, don't hesitate."

If possible, he didn't want Cedric to follow.

These people were too young and had no experience fighting the You-Know-Who, but Cedric was determined, and he brought the news, so Minister Bones and Scrimgeour thought it would be good to bring him along.

"I hope everything goes well." Kingsley sighed and followed the large force into the depths of the Hessidic Islands.

Then, they saw a scene that they would never forget.

There were dead wizards everywhere along the way, some killed by spells, and some bitten to death by dragons, with broken arms and limbs scattered around, which was very shocking.

Even though they were all experienced Aurors, their faces were not very good at this time.

"Are these all from the McFastie family?" someone asked.

"No." Scrimgeour, who was walking in the front, looked at a dead Death Eater next to him and shook his head.

"Judging from their attire, these should be Death Eaters."

"All of them?"

"Yes, all of them."

Scrimgeour was a little confused. Didn't the mysterious man say that he was there? Then why were all the dead Death Eaters? That shouldn't be the case.

The crowd continued to move forward, and then they saw a special road.

A path of blazing flames formed entirely by Fiendfyre, extending all the way to the distance, as if there was no end.

The violent Fiendfyre crackled, as if it would burn any creature that approached into ashes, but strangely it did not spread.

"Broom." Scrimgeour said in a deep voice.

Everyone immediately took out their flying brooms and flew over from above.

Some people flew to a high place on purpose to see where the end of this road was, but they didn't see it. Wherever they looked, they could always see that dazzling golden red.

"Come down!" Scrimgeour scolded sharply: "Do you want to expose our position?"

"Yes, sorry." The striker quickly fell back to the ground, but when he thought of the scene he had just seen, his legs trembled unnaturally.

The Fiendfyre that almost spanned the entire island, and even the area covered by the Fiendfyre had formed a gully filled with magma. It was estimated that it would not take long for the island to be completely burned through.

With just one spell, such a large island was split into two. Is this the mysterious man?

If he faced this kind of spell later, could he really survive?

The striker didn't know, and he didn't dare to think about it, so he could only bite the bullet and follow.

...

Not long after, a group of people from the Order of the Phoenix, including Mr. Weasley, arrived. Mundungus trembled and refused to move forward, but was kicked to the front by a thin old wizard, which frightened him and made him groan.

"Everyone, be careful." Mr. Weasley reminded.

Several people followed the mark left by Charlie and walked forward quickly, and soon met up with the Aurors.

But after that, the people who were ready for battle walked around the island for an hour, and found nothing except the killed Death Eaters.

Without the mysterious man and McFastie, it was as if they had come to an uninhabited island.

What made Charlie even more confused was that he didn't even hear the movement of the fire dragon.

This was very wrong. The Hexadi Islands were where black dragons lived for generations. As fire dragons that hated magic the most, they couldn't be so quiet in the face of such a large range of fierce fire.

Could it be that they had been taken away by the mysterious man?

Charlie thought of a possibility, and his heart was lifted.

But soon he shook his head again.

No, so many fire dragons appeared together, it was impossible for them to be silent at all. It was more likely that they were all killed than taken away by the mysterious man.

But this was also not good news... What happened here?

Charlie's doubts were also what others wanted to know. The only thing Scrimgeour could be sure of now was that the mysterious man was no longer here.

"Hey, why are you so slow!"

A shout startled the already nervous people, and several strikers subconsciously waved their wands.

"Oh, damn!"

"What are you doing!"

There was a hint of shock and anger in his voice.

Scrimgeour turned his head.

"Weasley?"

"Of course it's us." Fred got up from the ground and said with lingering fear: "Why did you attack us!"

"I need to confirm your identity!" Scrimgeour's face was solemn.

"It doesn't matter, I can confirm that they are real."

Cedric's voice suddenly came into his ears. Scrimgeour looked up and saw Cedric pointing to a button on his robe intentionally or unintentionally.

Scrimgeour was relieved.

The Ministry of Magic has recently equipped the Aurors with communication props, and that button is the key. Only a few people know about this.

Among these people, there is Cedric, which also proves that he is real.

"Fred, George!"

Mrs. Weasley walked out angrily from the crowd, "You clearly promised me to stay in the Ministry of Magic, why are you here!"

"Oh, Mom!" Fred shrank his neck.

"Of course, to help find clues." George was also a little lacking in confidence.

"Find clues..." Mrs. Weasley became even more angry, "You are the only ones who can find clues?"

"That's not right, Mom." Fred raised his eyebrows, "In fact, we have found it."

"It's a very important clue." George said.

"While you were wandering around."

...

"Mr. Scrimgeour, everyone come over here and take a look." Cedric stopped the two from showing off in time and walked forward and said.

Didn't you see that Mrs. Weasley's face had completely turned black?

He was worried that if he didn't come out to change the subject, these two stupid friends would have to stay here forever with those Death Eaters.