Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

"Thank God, luckily I saw it right..."

As soon as Kyle and Connor reached the stairs, before they had time to go to the kitchen, they saw Professor McGonagall walking over in a hurry, with an expression of relief on her face.

"Professor McGonagall, what happened?" Kyle quickly glanced around.

It was very quiet, there were no screams or calls for help, so Voldemort probably hadn't called in again.

"It's about the Ministry of Magic." Professor McGonagall came over and said, "They hope you can go to the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible."

"Go to the Ministry of Magic?" Kyle asked confused: "Why, can't they come to Hogwarts to talk?"

"Bones didn't say anything." Professor McGonagall shook her head, "But she just sent an owl to deliver the message. It shouldn't be an urgent matter. You can think about it and wait until you have free time."

"Oh, here..." She took out a letter from her pocket and handed it to Kyle. "This was originally for you, but the owl responsible for delivering the letter seemed to have lost its way, so it fell into my hands."

Kyle took the letter and was not too surprised that Professor McGonagall said the owl was lost.

Because this is not the first time this has happened.

Maybe it was because of the alchemical fog, but whenever he stayed in the garden, those owls would circle around, a bit like the Loyalty Charm.

Of course, the effect of the Alchemical Mist is definitely not as good as the Red Bold Loyalty Curse, and it can only affect novice owls.

For some experienced messengers, this is just a small obstacle in their work, no big deal, and they will soon find the right way.

But usually when encountering this kind of situation, Raton takes the lead. He will stand guard outside the cabin, determine who is the owl delivering the message to Kyle, and then lead them the way.

But now Raton has gone to another place, not here.

Kyle opened the envelope and unfolded the parchment inside.

The content above is not long. Apart from useless greetings and pleasantries, the rest of the content is almost exactly the same as what Professor McGonagall said...that is, to ask Kyle to go to the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible.

"I understand, Professor McGonagall." Kyle folded the letter and put it in his pocket.

"Just tell us if you need help." Professor McGonagall said with a smile: "It's okay if you don't want to go. I can refuse Bones."

"Can you refuse this?" Kyle raised his eyebrows.

"Why not." Professor McGonagall said, "You defeated Voldemort and disrupted his plan to occupy Hogwarts. He will definitely not let you go.

"In this case, it is definitely safer to stay in Hogwarts. I believe Bones will understand... After all, she has also seen that Voldemort is not dead."

"That's it."

Kyle thought for a while, "It doesn't matter Professor McGonagall, I will go, but not now..." He added: "The most important thing now is lunch. Connor hasn't eaten for almost a day."

"Miss Prince?" Professor McGonagall then noticed Connor who was following Kyle, "I've heard everything about you from Sirius. I'm really glad that you're okay. How do you feel? I need to find him again." Bobby, do you want to see it?

"But she may not have the antidote to the water of life and death. Maybe you should go find Slughorn."

"Oh, by the way, there are also the magic potions you brought. They saved many people. Since this morning, people have been asking me to express their gratitude to you..."

I don’t know what happened, but at this time, Professor McGonagall suddenly seemed to have changed and became a bit talkative.

She said a lot of things, and even complained about the weather outside... Normally she wouldn't say those useless words, especially since she seemed quite busy now.

If you think about it, you know that the Death Eaters' attack had just ended, and the school suffered heavy losses. Even the castle protected by special magic was riddled with holes by hundreds of curses.

Under such circumstances, Professor McGonagall, as the acting principal, naturally cannot be idle.

But she still said a lot, and she might have continued if Kangna hadn't interrupted her.

"I'm fine, Professor McGonagall." Connor said with a smile: "And I didn't help much in this battle. Providing potions is what I can do."

"Who told you that you couldn't help?" Professor McGonagall's tone changed. "Bill told me that you saved at least two people when you were in the astronomy tower, and stopped a dozen death-eating people who wanted to climb the tower. Disciple, how can this not help?"

Professor McGonagall's tone was urgent, as if she was afraid that Connor wouldn't believe it, and she even moved out of Bill.

But what she said was correct. Connor's fainting and falling out happened after Snape entered the war.

Before Snape appeared, she had been fighting alongside everyone in the Astronomy Tower.

It's just... Professor McGonagall's reaction was a little too big.

"Professor." Kangna looked at Professor McGonagall who wanted to say something but was hesitant, with a tangled face, and said with a smile: "Just say what you want to say, it doesn't matter."

"Am I so obvious?" Professor McGonagall frowned, and then sighed, "Well, I just hope you don't think too much about it, Connor."

"You are a good boy, and that traitor... Sorry, I meant to say that you are different from Severus Snape. The things he did have nothing to do with you, and you should not punish yourself for his things. , it's not worth it.

"Also, if you hear any rumors or anything like that, don't pay attention to it. You can leave it to the professors."

"Of course, Professor," Connor said with a smile.

Professor McGonagall's words might have had some effect before, but now... well, they are also useful now. At least this feeling of being valued and cared for made Connor feel comfortable.

But she already knew the truth before that, and knew that Snape didn't betray everyone, so naturally she wouldn't feel sad.

As for other people's opinions... these are the least important to Kangna, and she would have nothing to do with those people.

"Professor McGonagall, I..."

"Professor McGonagall, I just said something similar to Connor." Kyle took a step forward and interrupted what Connor wanted to say.

Kangna looked at Kyle, as if she had thought of something, and subconsciously nodded along with his words, "Yes, Professor McGonagall, Kyle talked a lot, and I was getting hungry."

"That's good, that's good." Professor McGonagall looked at the two of them, especially Connor, and felt relieved when he was sure that she was not forcing a smile.

"Aren't you going to have lunch? Why don't you go to the auditorium."

"There are too many people," said Kangna, "and most of them are wizards we don't know. It feels a bit noisy."

"Also." Kyle added: "If I show up in the auditorium at this time, I might not be able to have a good lunch. I should really bring Harry here."

"Potter?" Professor McGonagall blinked, not understanding why Harry Potter was involved.

"If I can push him out to attract fire, maybe I can be clean for a while." Kyle spread his hands, "I have to say, the title of savior is still very useful."

"So you're going to find Potter now?" Professor McGonagall glanced at Kyle helplessly.

"No, it's not." Kyle shook his head, "We are just going to change places to have lunch. After all, in addition to letting Harry out to attract fire, I can also take the initiative to avoid them.

"Well... the kitchen is a nice place. We just planned to have lunch there. Not only is the place big enough, but you can also order food. It's much more convenient than in the auditorium."

"Hogwarts kitchen..." Professor McGonagall frowned, not really agreeing with Kyle's words.

True, there were no other wizards in the kitchen, but there were house elves,

With the enthusiasm of house elves, they are eager to ask you what you need every few seconds... It is impossible to eat in peace.

Don't ask Professor McGonagall how she knows.

Probably a few years ago, she went to the kitchen to convey the news that Dumbledore wanted to hold a dinner party. Within a few minutes from entering to leaving, her arms were filled with cookies, bacon and cakes.

In a sense, those house elves were even more enthusiastic than the wizards in the Great Hall.

"Kanna, come with me." Professor McGonagall said directly: "The school kitchen can deliver the meals directly to the professor's office. It just so happens that I also have a lot of things to tell you."

"Yeah, okay." Connor agreed without hesitation and followed Professor McGonagall.

"Wait, Professor McGonagall, what about me?" Kyle stood there and pointed at himself, "Aren't you going to invite me to the office with you?"

"I'm sorry..." Professor McGonagall turned around, "But I think you should go to the auditorium at this time. Those wizards came all the way from different places just to see the two saviors. I don't think you should let them disappointment."

"Savior... That's easy to talk about." Kyle blinked, "I'll go find Harry right now."

"Pay attention to what I just said, there are two saviors." Professor McGonagall repeated: "One of them is Potter, and the other is you, Kyle.

"Those are some very famous wizards. They came from far away just to see the person who defeated Voldemort. I think this is a very reasonable request."

"You can go and take a look, it will be good for you." Professor McGonagall added before leaving with Connor.

Kyle looked at their backs and rubbed his forehead.

Of course he knew what Professor McGonagall meant. He defeated Voldemort. Although there was a lot of water in it, many people didn't know. They only saw Voldemort being defeated and escaping from Hogwarts in disgrace.

Then they gave Kyle the credit.

If he spends more time with those wizards at this time, he can quickly increase his reputation in the magic world.

Fame is sometimes very useful. It was a rare opportunity, and Professor McGonagall naturally didn't want Kyle to miss it.

But she didn't ask Kyle to go.

Since the moment Voldemort escaped, Kyle's name has spread throughout the wizarding world, and contacting those wizards is just the icing on the cake.

Useful, but not much.

It all depends on Kyle's personal wishes.

Of course Kyle won't go. So what if he does? Can he become Minister of Magic? Or the Headmaster of Hogwarts?

Neither works.

His age is at stake here. Unless he can kill Voldemort in a state of complete victory in front of everyone, there is only a slight possibility.

Since he couldn't become a minister or principal, of course Kyle had no interest in it, so he simply went to the underground corridor alone and walked towards the kitchen.

But just as he reached the corridor of the Hufflepuff common room...

"Big news, really big news!"

A trembling voice suddenly came from behind, almost startling Kyle.

It was a beetle flying in mid-air. It was rapidly expanding and growing, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a witch wearing flower-rimmed glasses.

"Rita Skeeter?" Kyle looked at her, "I thought you were preparing for tomorrow's Daily Prophet."

"Today to be exact, the newspaper owls will soon appear in every place where there are wizards."

Rita Skeeter corrected: "Such a big thing cannot be published until tomorrow, otherwise we will definitely be scolded."

"So you've gone back to the newspaper office?"

"Of course, after you defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, I've already conceived the content for the front page."

Rita Skeeter raised her neck and said confidently.

Although the content she reported was more or less tidbits about famous wizards, and therefore became known to everyone, this did not mean that her professional skills were poor.

Quite the contrary, no one knows front pages better than Rita Skeeter.

When Voldemort left Hogwarts, a newspaper that shocked the entire wizarding world was published.

The reason why it took so long to come back was because they wanted to print as many newspapers as possible.

"And this." Rita Skeeter took out a camera. "I want to buy it. Just tell me the number. As long as I can afford it, I won't bargain."

It contains the biggest hits of her career, and Rita Skeeter would like to treasure it forever if she could.

She was even ready to go bankrupt.

"Give it to you."

"..."

"ah?"

"Why, didn't you hear me clearly?" Kyle said again: "It's just a camera anyway. If I give it to you, think of it as a promotion gift I gave you in advance... Maybe I will ask you to publish articles in the future."

As the reporter who exclusively covered the Death Eaters and the Battle of Hogwarts, Rita Skeeter's rise to fame was assured.

So it makes sense to give a promotion gift in advance.

However, Rita Skeeter was not a newbie who didn't know anything. She knew that Kyle knew exactly what this camera meant to her.

Giving it directly to yourself means that the price of this camera is not Galleons, but something else, and the promotion gift is just an excuse.

As for what that thing is, Kyle has already made it clear.

"Thanks."

Rita Skeeter hesitated for only a second before putting the camera away again.