Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 244 Does he have a grudge against Dumbledore?

 The next day, Kyle rubbed his head and sat up from a large antique bed. He stared blankly at the completely unfamiliar environment around him, and it took him a while to remember that he was now in Paris, at Nicoléme's home.

 “Dear guest, do you need a meal?” A sharp voice came from the other side of the room.

 That's a house elf wearing goggles.

 “Tata?”

Kyle remembered that this elf should be called this name.

“Yes, distinguished guest...it’s an honor for you to remember Tata’s name.”

Unlike the house elves in the Hogwarts kitchen who always looked frightened, Tata behaved much more normally.

And the clean and decent clothes make him look more like a butler in an old manor.

 But they also have a common characteristic, they are all a bit too enthusiastic.

After seeing Kyle get up, he brought all the toiletries and breakfast over.

Steak, sausages, bread, French foie gras, French soup...a ​​variety of different breakfasts filled the entire table. This amount is more than enough to feed an elephant.

"That's enough, I really can't eat so much!" Kyle quickly stopped him from moving breakfast, picked up a hot towel from the tray next to him, wiped his face, and asked, "What happened yesterday? What happened?" Why would I sleep here!"

Kyle felt dizzy. He only remembered that he was invited to Nicolas Flamel's house as a guest, and he also met Fleur and Madame Maxime of Beauxbatons.

As for what happened next and why he slept here, he had no memory at all.

“Dear guest, you drank some very pungent water yesterday and fell asleep afterwards.” Tata said, “The master asked me to send you here to rest.”

"Poor water?" Kyle frowned, seeming to remember something, but it was a bit vague.

“Oh, this is it.” Tata took out a bottle: “After they finished drinking it yesterday, I put it away on purpose.”

Kyle took the bottle and his face became a little ugly.

 Aged fire whiskey.

 Look at the date on the bottle again, 1933…

 Good guy, are you drinking whiskey that is nearly sixty years old? No wonder my head hurts so much.

　　Since he learned Occlumency, he had not felt this way for a long time.

While Occlumency only targets spiritual magic, spirits are obviously not within its scope of business.

 “The master said you might need this.”

At this time, Tata put a bottle of sky blue potion into Kyle's hand.

Kyle opened the lid and smelled it, then raised his head and drank it.

The next second, Kyle felt a chill all over his body. His originally groggy head instantly became much clearer, and he also remembered.

 Yesterday when everyone was eating together, someone did give him a glass of something like wine.

And it was none other than MacPhail who sent the Order of Merlin to Hogwarts.

But at that time he said it was mead, and a young wizard could drink two glasses of it, so Kyle didn’t think much about it, picked it up and took a sip.

 Then now...

Kyle felt like his head was pounding.

Who would have thought... MacPhail, an old wizard over a hundred years old and one of the few recipients of the Order of Merlin, would actually trick a child under thirteen years old into drinking firewhiskey!

Oh, by the way, there is also the Bafa brain-refreshing potion he is going to brew for himself.

That kind of sticky, weird bubbling brown liquid... Kyle had only seen it in Mikkel's crucible.

That thing, the fire dragon, can't stand it even if it drinks it!

For a moment, Kyle suddenly wondered if McPhail had any grudge against Dumbledore... But because he couldn't beat him, he wanted to find some way to make some money on himself.

 …

 After breakfast, Kyle left the room and followed a golden corridor to the hall where he was yesterday. At this time, the hall had completely changed. The ceiling was gone, and the walls and floors had turned dark gold.

As soon as Kyle walked in, he saw an amazing number of bands. They filled every corner of the place and focused on playing the instruments in their hands.

Nicholas Flamel was lying on a beach chair, enjoying the wonderful opera performance while basking in the sun.

He noticed Kyle walking in and said with a smile: "Tata just moved all the food in the kitchen... I guess you must have woken up."

Kyle walked up to Nico in amazement, but his eyes never left the huge band.

 “Mr. Flamel, this is...”

“Oh, you said this.” Nico said proudly: “This is the most precious treasure in my long life.”

As he spoke, Nico stood up from the beach chair.

 The melodious opera continues, but the orchestra has disappeared, and the hall has returned to what it was yesterday.

Kyle discovered that some golden symbols on the wall suddenly flickered.

Those symbols always seemed familiar to him, as if he had seen them somewhere... By the way, Dumbledore's principal's office!

These symbols are almost identical to those on the Pensieve.

 “Mr. Flamel…”

 “We agreed before, call me Nico.”

"Okay, Nico." Kyle asked, "Are these your memories?"

"That's right..." Nico recalled: "It was an unforgettable encounter a hundred years ago. I can't help but want to experience it a few more times."

 “That’s amazing!” Kyle exclaimed.

The Pensieve as big as a room... can probably only be seen in Nicolòme.

 “This is my most proud work.” Nico changed a new tune.

Kyle looked around and saw that the hall was empty. Except for him and Nico, there was no one else here.

Kyle then asked in a low voice: "Nico, does Mr. Macphail have any personal grudge against Professor Dumbledore?"

"As far as I know... not." Nico said: "In fact, they have a good relationship, and they are both loyal fans of ten-pin bowls.

Before you came here, he told Albus that he would help take care of you. "

“Trick me into drinking whiskey?” Kyle said doubtfully: “This kind of care is quite unique.”

"It has nothing to do with Albus." Nico said with a smile: "Since Doug retired, his personality has become more and more out of touch. Not only you, but also Fleur is not immune.

But he obviously forgot that Olim was here too... Oh, by the way, maybe hearing this will make you feel better. "

Nico clapped his hands, and suddenly, the scene in the hall changed. The originally melodious music turned into a shrill scream, and there was also a clear and powerful knocking sound in the middle.

This voice was too familiar to Kyle. It was McPhail's.

 He heard the exact same scream when he entered the potion room yesterday, so he was deeply impressed.

Kyle whispered: "Did Ms. Maxim... again?"

“It’s just as you thought.” Nico blinked and showed a wicked smile, “I think he won’t be able to go out for a long time.”

Kyle laughed dryly. He believed that this matter had nothing to do with Dumbledore.

It’s just a matter of lying to him, but Fleur came with the thigh, and McPhail actually dared to do it?

The beating he received was not a loss at all.

 (End of this chapter)