Chapter 716 Kyle's Two-Sided Mirror

Kyle didn't think it was difficult for Connor to pass the assessment of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association. With her talent and Snape's help, it was almost a sure thing.

Of course, the premise is that no one maliciously lowered the score...

But then again, even if there was, it didn't matter. It happened that he would graduate next year, and there was plenty of time to help them correct their mistakes.

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An hour later, the pudding dessert on the table disappeared, and the golden plate became shiny again.

When Dumbledore stood up, the laughter echoing in the hall disappeared instantly.

"Good evening, everyone." He said with a smile, opening his arms as if he wanted to hug everyone in the hall.

"Look at his hands." Mikel said suddenly.

Ryan turned his head and looked, "It's normal, what's wrong?"

"I mean, Dumbledore is wearing a ring." Mikel said, "He never wore a ring before."

Kyle also noticed that there was a very conspicuous gem ring on Dumbledore's finger. The black gem on it was only slightly smaller than the Golden Snitch.

Resurrection Stone!

Kyle narrowed his eyes, but soon he didn't care.

Because Dumbledore's hand did not change significantly, it was still the same as before, which meant that the curse on the ring had disappeared.

And being worn on the hand also meant that it was no longer a Horcrux...Dumbledore still had a contract on him. If the ring was still a Horcrux, he couldn't touch it.

As if he noticed Kyle's gaze, Dumbledore also looked over and winked at Kyle gently.

"I'm so glad to see you here again, and no one is absent." He said loudly.

Everyone knew what he meant by this sentence.

In the past two months, almost every issue of the Daily Prophet reported that someone was missing or even dead. It was indeed a blessing for them to escape.

Dumbledore did not exchange too many pleasantries, but announced a few precautions to the freshmen as usual.

For example, freshmen were not allowed to go to the Forbidden Forest, and the selection time of the Quidditch team was added.

However, this year's precautions have been added.

"... The administrator Filch asked me to tell everyone. This year, students are absolutely prohibited from bringing any products purchased from the Weasley Joke Shop."

There is no doubt that Fred and George were targeted, and the entire store was blacklisted by the school... Simple, easy.

"Also." Dumbledore continued, "This year we are happy to welcome a new teacher, Professor Slughorn."

He stretched out his hand, and Slughorn stood up, his bald head shining in the candlelight.

At the Slytherin dining table, Malfoy looked at him waving and sneered disdainfully, but the next second, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"I am very happy that Professor Slughorn has agreed to return to his old job and continue to teach Potions at Hogwarts."

"Potions?"

The entire hall seemed to pause for a second, and then there was a buzz of whispers.

"At the same time." Dumbledore raised his voice, "Professor Snape will be the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

Two very abrupt voices came from the hall.

Speaking of Harry and Malfoy, they stood up almost at the same time.

Harry could not accept Snape teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, which was his favorite class.

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, how can he defend his own people?

But his mother told him several times before school started that he must choose Snape's class.

Originally, Malfoy did not care. He thought that with his performance in Potions, there would be no problem. Who would have thought that Snape would teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the one in charge of Potions would be Slughorn, whom he hated.

"Draco, the professor is looking at you." Pansy pulled his robe under the table.

Malfoy then noticed that he and Harry Potter had become the focus of everyone, and Snape on the stage was looking at him coldly.

Malfoy immediately sat back down after reacting.

After calming down, he realized that the course selection could be changed, and as long as Snape agreed, he could still continue to take Defense Against the Dark Arts.

As for Slughorn's Potions class... who cares.

"Ah, Snape got what he wanted." Kyle looked at Connor and said, "I remember he always wanted to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and it seems that the headmaster finally agreed this year."

Connor frowned, and didn't mean to be happy for Snape... After all, everyone knows that being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts is not a good job.

She couldn't understand why Snape had to teach this course, when potions were his strong point.

"Don't worry." Kyle seemed to see Connor's worry, and said softly: "I guess after this school year, Professor Snape will probably return to the Potions classroom again."

"Really?"

"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?"

Kyle's comfort seemed to have some effect, and Connor didn't look so worried.

There were many people like them, and people in the entire auditorium were talking about it. Everyone was more concerned about this matter than Dumbledore's next instructions.

However, it may be that he has given similar instructions many times, and the meaning is the same, that is, he advises everyone to unite and face the enemy together.

The only difference is that this year there are some more forbidden areas in the castle, presumably 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, looking after 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 moment, 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.

Grace tugged twice, and when she found that she couldn't hold it anymore, she turned back and said, "Hurry up, the professors will leave in a moment."

"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 she had sent it by mistake and stuffed it 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, so she subconsciously opened the envelope and saw a folded parchment inside.

It's hard to say what Grace is feeling now. She is definitely nervous, as well as confused, confused, 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 it.

"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 the effect on the entire team."

Kyle shrugged, "As you should know, 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, 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?"

Kyle 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 that 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, whether it is arranging training or formulating game tactics, it takes time. If I really become the captain, then we will probably only be able to use improvisational tactics."

Grace 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, standing there not knowing what she was thinking. By the time she came to her senses, Kyle had already returned to the common room.

As usual for Hufflepuff, 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 sent out 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 only reads from the textbook. As long as he doesn't interrupt, he can do anything.

Kanna sat in the last row of the classroom, looking at the side curiously.

Kyle was holding a magic wand, constantly drawing something on a small round mirror... At this time, the magic wand was like a feather pen dipped in ink, and a light stroke could leave a mark on the mirror.

Judging from the shape, it should be a magic rune, but it was too complicated. Kanna looked at it for a long time but couldn't recognize what it was.

"What are you doing?" Finally, she couldn't help asking.

"Reviewing alchemy." Kyle whispered.

"Is this alchemy?" Kanna looked at the mirror covered with various magic runes and symbols with interest, "Why does it feel different from when you made a map before."

"Of course it's different." Kyle said, "What I made before, whether it was a map or its waterproof and moisture-proof badge, can only be barely regarded as a magic item.

"Real alchemy is a combination of magic runes and magic."

Because he was distracted when talking, Kyle's magic wand accidentally moved a little more, and the magic rune was also written incorrectly.

There were several cracks on the mirror in an instant, and it turned into a pile of fragments.

"Sorry. "Kanna said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, I couldn't succeed in one try anyway." Kyle waved his wand nonchalantly, cleared the debris on the table, and then took out a new mirror.

This time Kanna didn't say anything, just watched Kyle's actions from the side.

To be honest, this process is actually quite boring. Kyle draws magic runes very slowly. It takes about half an hour to draw a palm-sized mirror.

Then the magic runes will disappear, as if they were covered up. At this time, Kyle will continue to draw new magic runes.

And if there is a mistake, the mirror will shatter, and all previous efforts will be wasted.

For two whole days, Kyle has been fiddling with this thing and didn't even listen to the class.

But for Most professors would pretend not to notice his behavior, including Professor McGonagall.

Connor had taken a lot of notes for Kyle, but since Kyle completed Professor McGonagall's request with a wave of his wand in a Transfiguration class, she stopped doing such unnecessary things.

No wonder Professor McGonagall ignored his absent-minded behavior in class, there was really no need for it.

It was not until the morning of the third day after school started, when the first spell class was about to end, that Kyle put down his wand.

Connor's first reaction was that he had failed again, but the next second she noticed that the mirror was still intact.

"Did you succeed?" she asked.

"I guess so, there's only one step left. "Kyle took a deep breath and tapped the mirror with his wand.

Instantly, all the magic runes drawn on it appeared, overlapping layer by layer to form a complete symbol.

The mirror began to tremble violently. Because of the loud noise, the students and Professor Flitwick all looked over.

The shaking mirror cracked in the middle, but it was not a crack, but it was split into two as if a copy spell was cast.

Then it returned to silence, and the magic runes on it disappeared again.

"Snap, snap!"

There was a burst of applause in the classroom.

"It's amazing." Professor Flitwick came over and looked at the two mirrors on the table. "To be honest, this is the first time I've seen the process of making a two-way mirror. This is a very complicated alchemical product. "

"Thank you for the compliment, professor. "Kyle said with a smile.

Hearing Professor Flitwick's words, the others stretched their necks to see more clearly.

At this time, the bell for the end of get out of class rang.

Kyle packed up his things and left the professor. In the corridor, he handed one of the mirrors to Connor.

"Give it to me?"

"Of course." Kyle said, "Didn't you hear Professor Flitwick say just now? This is a two-way mirror. Only two people can use it."

Connor took the mirror, "How do I use it?"

"You don't know?" Kyle was a little surprised. After all, a two-way mirror is not a particularly precious thing in the magic world.

"I've only heard of it, but I've never used it." Connor said.

"It's very simple." Kyle said, "Just shout 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.

"By the way, why didn't you reply to us during the holiday? Is the assessment so strict?"

"It's said to prevent cheating." Connor whispered: "I didn't receive a single 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 take it seriously.

"But don't worry now." Kyle continued: "As long as you need me, just shout at me in the mirror. Even if Snape takes you to other places later, I can help pick you up."

Connor said in a very small voice: "That's France. Can you Apparate so far?"

"It doesn't matter. Even if you can't Apparate, I have other ways." Kyle shrugged and said with a smile: "I know someone who has rich experience in cross-border travel. Whether it is legal or illegal, no matter how far the distance is, there is a way."

Connor didn't speak, but her face was slightly red. She looked at the small round mirror in her hand and whispered: "Kyle..."

The next second, the mirror in Kyle's hand reacted. He looked at Kanna's face in the mirror, and then at Kanna herself next to him.

"What's wrong? We are so close, can't you just say whatever you want to say?" Kyle asked in a teasing tone.

"What do you care about me? Can't I try it to see if it works?" Kanna turned her head to the side, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

But then she hurriedly changed the subject and said, "Hurry up, class is about to start. The next class is Defense Against the Dark Arts. If you are late, you will suffer."

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