Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

 Chapter 615 I want to report Dumbledore

I don’t know how long it took, but Umbridge’s office gradually became quiet, leaving only the rustle of the quill tip scratching the parchment.

Sunlight shone into Umbridge's office from the window and fell on a thick stack of parchment beside the table.

Kyle wrote the sentence over and over again, adding new ink several times along the way, and finally completed the five hundred times required by noon.

 “I’m so tired…”

He rubbed his sore wrist. The last time he wrote so many words was on the last day of Thanksgiving break last year, when he stayed in the dormitory all night to make up for his Potions homework.

Kyle stood up and came to Umbridge. An hour ago, she was in pain and could not speak. She just gritted her teeth and stared at Kyle.

Although the wound on the back of her hand has healed, the skin there is red, like tender flesh that has just grown.

"I'm done, Professor." Kyle showed the thick stack of parchment in his hand. "Look, no more, no less, exactly five hundred times."

Umbridge said nothing and still looked at Kyle viciously.

She has figured it out. This is a school. Kyle doesn't dare to kill her, and he can't keep her here forever.

 When the time comes...she must come back with doubled revenge.

“Professor, I guess you must be thinking that I don’t dare to kill you.” Kyle said with a smile, “You are right, I really don’t dare. After all, this is Hogwarts.

 “However, as to whether you still remember it by then, that’s another matter.”

Kyle took out his wand and pointed it at Umbridge's head in front of Umbridge's horrified eyes.

 “What...what do you want to do! I am the Senior Under-Secretary of Magic!” Umbridge shouted.

“I know, you have said it once just now.” Kyle raised his eyebrows, “That’s why I can’t let you cause trouble for me.

“There was a professor... who was also a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He taught me a very useful trick that can be used to deal with this situation.”

 “Oh, by the way, I seem to have made a mistake.”

Kay pointed to the "poisonous tentacles" around her.

“Venomous tentacles are characterized by sharp, rounded spines like needles, while this triangular shape, with jagged spines, is characteristic of the fanged geranium.

“This plant is of average toxicity and will only make people uncomfortable for a while. If you had just mustered up the courage to rush out and pick up the wand on the ground, you might actually be able to escape.

 After all, I had just been concentrating on writing sentences and not paying attention to other things. "

"Fang Geranium...isn't it a poisonous tentacle?" Umbridge felt bad, "You lied to me..."

 “Everything is forgotten!”

 For a moment, Umbridge's originally vicious gaze suddenly became blank.

 At this moment, Kyle waved his magic wand. The fragments on the floor pieced together again and bounced back to the wall.

 Including knocked over tables and broken vases, they were automatically restored to their original positions.

Kyle waved his wand again, touching the fixed shaft on the door lock and the earplug listening spell in the room.

Finally, Kyle stuffed the fanged geranium into the box as quickly as possible, and the office suddenly returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

 Oh, I forgot the most important thing.

Kyle pointed his wand at the back of Umbridge's hand, and the conspicuous red scar disappeared.

However, Kyle didn't heal the scar. Wounds caused by this kind of black magic item are not easy to solve. He just used the transformation spell to cover the scar.

With his current level of transfiguration, if he doesn’t use the corresponding curse removal, there will still be no problem until the end of this semester.

 …

At this time, Umbridge just woke up. Her eyes were full of confusion, and she looked at Kyle with confusion.

But the next second, confusion turned into anger.

 “Get out, why did you come into my office without knocking?”

"Sorry, Professor." Kyle said with a smile, "I knocked, but you seemed to have fallen asleep just now and didn't hear it."

 “I fell asleep?” Umbridge said blankly.

But she did feel a little groggy, as if she hadn't woken up.

Umbridge raised her hand to rub her forehead, but a sudden sharp pain on the back of her hand made her scream subconsciously.

 But when she lowered her head to check, she didn't find anything strange.

 “Professor, what’s wrong with you?” Kyle asked.

"None of your business." Umbridge said subconsciously, but she immediately changed her voice into a whiny tone, "I mean, of course I'm fine... but you're late."

She walked to the armchair and sat down. She looked up at the time and said, "According to the agreement, your confinement time is eight o'clock, but now it is more than three hours, so the punishment needs to be doubled."

 As she spoke, she rubbed the back of her hands again.

"That makes sense, Professor," Kyle said, "but I think I have to explain to you why I did what I did in class."

 “What reason?” asked Umbridge.

“I need a chance to talk to you alone, and lockdown is a good excuse.”

"Oh?" Umbridge glanced at Kyle with interest and asked with a smile: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Dumbledore," Kyle said, "I found out that he wants to run for Minister of Magic." Umbridge stood up from the chair, but accidentally hit the armrest with the back of her hand, and again A sharp pain.

 But she could no longer care about this at this time.

 “Stop joking, you can’t fool me.”

She pretended to be casual and said: "Everyone knows that Dumbledore only wants to be the principal at Hogwarts. You can't escape punishment by just making an excuse."

"That was before, Professor, people will change." Kyle said, "You probably don't know yet, but Dumbledore held a secret meeting at the Pig's Head Bar during the holidays, and the content of the meeting was to let Others elected him to replace Cornelius Fudge as the new Minister for Magic."

Umbridge's face gradually became serious.

Of course she knew about this matter. With so many foreigners coming to Britain at the same time, how could they hide it from the Ministry of Magic? Fudge always wanted to know what was said in the meeting at that time, but no matter how the Aurors and Strikers checked, they still couldn't. No answer.

 One of the reasons she came to Hogwarts this time was to investigate the content of that meeting.

 She originally wanted to start with the professor, but unexpectedly...Kyle gave her a surprise.

 “How do you know?” asked Umbridge.

"Because I also participated." Kyle looked proud, "Dumbledore trusts me."

"If that's the case, why did you tell me?" Umbridge said suspiciously.

“Because I think only Minister Cornelius Fudge is the best Minister of Magic.” Kyle blurted out.

Umbridge stared at Kyle for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said:

 “I won’t fall for your clumsy tricks.”

"Forget it if you don't believe it." Kyle shrugged indifferently, turned around and walked out the door, saying as he walked: "It's a pity. If Dumbledore becomes the minister, I don't know how many people will be replaced. Magic The world can’t stand such trouble anymore…”

 One step, two steps…

Just as Kyle opened the door and was about to leave the office, Umbridge's voice suddenly came from behind.

"etc!"

 She trotted over and closed the door.

 “Tell me what the meeting is all about, and I will spare you this confinement.”

"I've said everything I can say." Kyle shook his head, "As for more details, I'm sorry, I will only tell Minister Fudge.

“You know, this is a great achievement for me as I want to work in the Ministry of Magic.”

Somehow, after hearing what Kyle said, the alertness in Umbridge's eyes instantly dropped by half, and turned into a look.

 “Are you worried that I will take your credit?”

“I’m sure you won’t.” Kyle said with a smile, “But this is my gift to Minister Fudge. Since it is a gift, it must be delivered to me personally, right?

“Besides, I am only in the sixth grade and will graduate in two years. Even if I have merit, it will be useless... At most, it will only provide me with a little help in two years.”

Umbridge's eyes lit up. She almost forgot that Kyle was still a student.

 “If you dare to lie…”

“I just want to maintain the stability of the wizarding world, Professor.” Kyle said.

"Wise choice." Umbridge said softly, "I will tell the minister. If what you say is true, I guarantee that you will be able to successfully enter the Ministry of Magic as soon as you graduate, and it will be the best department. , how about the minister’s office.”

There was a flash of excitement in Kyle's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

Umbridge narrowed her eyes.

“Professor, my confinement today...”

"Of course not," Umbridge said. "It's a reward for providing clues."

Kyle walked out of the office, but soon came back.

　　 Umbridge was sitting behind the desk, seemingly preparing to write a letter. She subconsciously raised her head when she heard the movement.

 “Kyle?”

Her voice was filled with a kindness she had never seen before, "Is there anything else you can do?"

 “There is indeed a small thing…”

 “It doesn’t matter, just say it.”

“That’s right, you deducted twenty points from me in class yesterday.”

Kyle was a little embarrassed, "Although it may be a bit excessive to say this, you know that in order to prevent Dumbledore from suspecting, I can only use this method.

“So, can you add back the twenty points... The school has just started, and we, Hufflepuff, are already second to last.”

“You are right, this is Hogwarts, we should be more cautious.” Umbridge looked a little disappointed, but nodded and said:

“It is a normal thing to safeguard the honor of your own college, and your request is not excessive at all.

"Then... for your honesty and bravery, twenty points to Hufflepuff... no, fifty points."

 (End of this chapter)