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Chapter 175: No Hurt Without Comparison

"Twenty Galleons..."

Fred and George looked up at Kyle, exchanging a hesitant glance.

To take it or not to take it... that was the question. If they accepted and Kyle guessed correctly, they’d not only have to forfeit all the money they'd previously earned but even more on top of that.

Yet, with twenty gleaming Galleons lying temptingly before them, the thought of refusal hardly seemed possible.

Licking his dry lips, George asked, "Twenty Galleons... are you sure?" 2024-11-18 20:13:39 +0000 UTC View Post

Chapter 174: Do You Dare to Accept?

The professors spent the entire night searching the castle, opening every door and investigating every hidden passage. They scoured every corner of Hogwarts, but no trace of the Troll was ever found.

With no Troll to be seen, Quirrell became the target of everyone’s frustration. Under the professors’ scrutinizing gazes, he cowered in a corner, muttering through choked sobs, “I... I might have made a mistake. You know... the underground classroom is very dark... maybe it was just a...

Chapter 173: The Parchment Booklet in the Hut

Snape’s expression darkened when he looked at the robe Kyle handed him, his face hardening as if he'd just been insulted. What did Kyle mean by needing to "identify it more carefully"? Did he think Snape enjoyed sniffing unpleasant things?

Snape shot Kyle a frigid look, refusing to take the robe, remaining silent.

"I believe Professor Snape is simply being cautious," Professor McGonagall interjected diplomatically, stepping in to diffuse the tension. "It's fortunate you didn’t...

Chapter 172: The Change of Heart of Snape

When Hermione finally came to her senses, Kyle was already gone, leaving Harry and Ron standing there, looking at her with worried expressions.

“Are you alright, Hermione?” Harry asked. “Did you see the troll just now?”

“What… I mean, of course not,” Hermione replied, shaking her head. “Trolls are at least ten feet tall and smell absolutely awful. If I’d seen one, I’d have run for sure.”

“True,” Harry said, scratching his head, feeling a little sill...

Chapter 171: Remember, There Are No Trolls at Hogwarts

Kyle remained in the Hufflepuff common room, closely watching the Marauder’s Map. About ten minutes later, Quirrell’s name finally appeared, and Kyle’s eyes lit up. He stood up, left the common room, and began following Quirrell’s path.

On the map, he could see that Quirrell hadn’t gone to the Great Hall but was making his way around the castle in a large loop. Kyle trailed behind carefully, staying a corridor apart to avoid being noticed. With the Marauder's Map in hand, he w...

Chapter 170: Quirrell, Why Haven’t You Arrived Yet?

Kyle was just about to head back to the dormitory after returning from the greenhouse when he was intercepted by the duo as he stepped into the castle.

"Thanks for the book, Kyle," Harry said with a touch of excitement, handing The Origin of Quidditch back to him. "You were right—it’s just perfect for me. I've been studying the techniques carefully, and at my last practice, Wood said I’d improved a lot, like I was a whole new player."

"You finished reading it s...

Chapter 169: Fortified Pumpkin

This hectic pace continued until the eve of Halloween. That morning, Kyle woke up to the sweet, mouthwatering aroma of roasted pumpkin wafting through the hallways. Even better, Harris announced in the common room that there would be no Quidditch practice for the following week. He admitted the recent training sessions had been a bit intense, and with Kyle and the other new player’s impressive performances, he decided to give the team a breather before the official matches began.

Kyle...

Chapter 168: A Thousand Sheets of Parchment

Since joining the Quidditch team, Kyle’s schedule had become a constant juggle. Days were packed with classes, library sessions, nighttime ventures into the Restricted Section to copy notes, and squeezing in assignments—which seemed to have doubled in length this year. Professors had apparently conspired to change their paper requirements from inches to feet just last week.

To top it off, Quidditch training consumed three evenings each week, with Harris keeping everyone on the pitch...

Chapter 167: Hogwarts’ Darkest Hour

Fred and George didn’t truly dislike Ron; they were just exasperated. If they genuinely didn’t care, they wouldn’t have gone on about him like this.

“You can’t put it that way,” Kyle said thoughtfully. “At least Ron is honest. That’s a virtue. But why’d they end up dueling Malfoy in the first place?”

“It was apparently over that first-year, Neville,” Fred explained. “Malfoy hid Neville’s Remembrall and mocked him for having a terrible memory. Ron and Ha...

Chapter 166: Not as Good as the Fish in the Black Lake

The Quidditch frenzy at Hogwarts showed no sign of waning. The library’s Quidditch books were all checked out, with a waitlist stretching until after Christmas.

“If I’d known, I would’ve come sooner,” Harry muttered in frustration as he stood at the second-floor library entrance. Tomorrow night at 7:00 p.m. was his special training session, and he’d hoped to study up beforehand. But Madam Pince, the librarian, informed him there were no more Quidditch books available and tha...

Chapter 165: The Brawl Incident

Quidditch, as Hogwarts’ most beloved sport, always drew passionate interest. Shortly after the selection trials, the news that Kyle had scored 21 goals in ten minutes spread like wildfire. Over the following days, it became the hottest topic of conversation, with reactions ranging from shock and excitement to outright disbelief.

“This is totally exaggerated,” Zabini scoffed at the Slytherin table. “I’ll admit, Kyle is decent, and that map he made is respectable enough for me t...

Chapter 164: The Damned Sorting Hat

Ten minutes had flown by in a flash. As the final whistle blew, Kyle raised his arm high and, with his last ounce of energy, flung the Quaffle through the air.

But it was too far. Harris intercepted it, breaking his own “zero” streak in the process.

On the sidelines, the scoreboard froze at 210 points—meaning Kyle had scored a total of 21 goals in those ten minutes. Scoring two goals a minute, even while racing across the pitch to retrieve the Quaffle each time, was nothing ...

Chapter 163: Goal, Goal, and More Goals!

On the field, with the first player eliminated, the pressure on the remaining two increased significantly. They had to keep 120% of their focus, dodging both Bludgers while looking for any chance to unseat their opponent.

After over ten minutes of intense back-and-forth, the match finally came to a close. To everyone’s surprise, the winner turned out to be the underdog third-year student, who used his agility to gain the upper hand against his taller, stronger fifth-year opponent at a...

Chapter 162: Human Bludger

The next day was a weekend, so there were no classes.

When Kyle opened the dormitory door that morning, he found Cedric waiting for him with his arms stretched out.

“What’s with that pose… trying to be a lucky cat?” Kyle asked suspiciously.

“What cat…? Never mind, it’s not important,” Cedric said, dropping his arms. “I’m here to get you. Did you forget that today is Quidditch tryouts? Why are you only coming out now?”

“No, I just woke up…” K...

Chapter 161: Charms Class is Never Short of Surprises

The Kyle-ites stood frozen, watching in stunned silence as Kanna turned and walked into the Charms classroom. They hadn’t expected her to actually follow through on what she’d said earlier.

This is Felix Felicis!

If it had been the Weasley twins in her place, they probably wouldn’t have cared if they really turned into Crups, much less thought twice about joking around with it.

Kyle opened his mouth, about to say something, but Kanna was already seated in clas...

Chapter 160: Felix Felicis and the Crup

“What is this...?”

Cedric looked on curiously as Kyle stood there, staring blankly at a thumb-sized bottle in his hand.

“Strange, there’s no label on it,” Cedric frowned, wondering aloud. “Could it be that someone from St. Mungo’s misplaced it by accident?”

“With eyesight like yours, it’s a wonder why you’re a Seeker,” Kyle teased, holding up his hand and pointing at the bottle. “Look closely, the label is right here… Hmm?”

Kyle’s words ...

Chapter 159: Veritaserum Mixed into the Potions

"What did you say... an empty room is located beneath the trapdoor?"

The next morning, when Fred and George heard this from Kyle, their faces mirrored Cedric’s from the night before—shock, doubt, and disbelief.

Because of the trapdoor, neither of them had slept well. Every time they closed their eyes, the terrifying image of the Three-Headed Dog loomed in their minds. They had spent half the night speculating about what treasure was valuable enough to warrant the dog’s prote...

Chapter 158: The Lazy Professors

Kyle took out his wand and reached under the trapdoor.

“Lumos!”

With a burst of white light, Kyle could just make out a mass of green vines coiled directly below the trapdoor.

“It really is Devil’s Snare,” he muttered, putting his wand away. Then he called to Fluffy. “Alright, you stay here. If Dumbledore comes with someone, you bark—loudly.”

“Woof…” Fluffy, having just finished his jerky, nodded obediently.

Kyle gave the dog’s ma...

Chapter 157: A Phoenix Feather as a Token of Authority

On the fourth floor of the castle…

Neither the Weasley twins nor Cedric realized that, in their haste to escape, the door, which had been left ajar, had quietly swung shut.

“Click…”

The sound of the door closing cut off Fluffy's growls, and silence settled over the corridor once more.

Inside, Hagrid's three-headed dog stood, each of its noses sniffing eagerly toward something in the corner. Fluffy edged closer, inch by inch, until it looked like its nose was ab...

Chapter 156: Dumbledore Means Business!

The group managed to complete all their preparations in just half a day. They set the exploding books on the fifth and sixth floors, perfectly positioned to lure Filch away from the fourth-floor corridor whenever they needed.

With everything ready, they planned to head out together that night for a “collective night tour” of the forbidden corridor. But things took an unexpected turn.

Some older Gryffindors, too impatient to wait for curfew, sneaked up to the fourth floor durin...

Chapter 155: Plotting and Preparation

At this, the grins on Fred and George's faces faded.

Fred covered his face dramatically and groaned, “Forget it—let’s try to stay friends.”

“Wood must have loaned his brain to a troll,” George muttered, shaking his head. “He actually believes our little brother Ron inherited Charlie’s Quidditch skills and wants to make him Seeker.”

“Merlin help us—Ron as Seeker…” Fred shuddered as if envisioning a disaster. “If that happened, we might as well forf...

Chapter 154: Good Roommates at Hogwarts

Kyle stayed with Hagrid until noon, but when lunchtime drew near, he had to head back to the castle. Hagrid invited him to stay for a meal, but Kyle quickly declined after only a moment’s hesitation. He had just seen Hagrid pull two long, odd-looking creatures off a shelf, make a few quick cuts, and toss them into a basin, topping them with a thick, slimy green-and-yellow substance. If he stayed, he feared he’d end up spending the first weekend of the new school year in the Hospital Wing....

Chapter 153: I Have a Friend

Hagrid held the bottle up to eye level, squinting at the ruby-like liquid with mild skepticism. “Special rat tonic?” he muttered, still wrapping his head around the idea. He’d only just learned today that there was such a thing as a tonic specifically for pet rats—and apparently, it was special.

He glanced again at the bottle. Hagrid didn’t doubt Kyle’s skills; it had taken nearly half an hour to brew this single bottle, which spoke to its quality. He just couldn’...

Chapter 152: A Conflicted Hagrid

After saying goodbye to Cedric, Kyle left the castle and made his way toward the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid was standing in his vegetable garden outside his cabin, watering pumpkins the size of wheels.

“Kyle, come on in and have a seat.”

The two entered the cabin, where Hagrid cheerfully set down a plate of Rock Cakes and a teapot for Kyle.

“How’s the new school year treating you?” Hagrid asked.

“Not bad.” Kyle didn’t touch the Rock Cakes but took a sip o...

Chapter 151: There Can’t Possibly Be a Troll at Hogwarts

Kyle arrived early to the Great Hall on Saturday. He hadn’t gone exploring the night before but had gone straight to bed after dinner and slept through until dawn.

Breakfast that morning included sausages, corn soup, and a big plate of baked potatoes. Kyle was halfway through eating when the others joined him.

“Looks like you got a good night’s sleep,” Cedric said, sitting across from him. “No more strange dreams?”

Kyle smiled. “No, I slept soundly.”

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Chapter 150: Cedric’s Unbearable Memories

The incident with Professor Quirrell didn’t keep them distracted for long. Cedric recounted that the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, the one before Oren, was actually even worse than Quirrell.

Back then, Cedric had just started at Hogwarts—a first-year student brimming with dreams and endless expectations. Unfortunately, that excitement faded in less than two days. In their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the professor cast a series of vicious jinxes on ...

Chapter 149: The Dark Wizard and the Fraudulent Professor

Kyle chuckled at Kanna’s Transfiguration attempt, her beetle-turned-button still sporting tiny beetle legs, making it look like a peculiar, stubby tortoise.

“Pfft…”

Kanna quickly covered the half-transformed beetle, scowling at him. “What are you laughing at? You’re probably not any better than me!”

Kyle just shrugged and silently waved his wand over his own beetle. In an instant, it transformed into a neat, button-like shape, complete with a delicate turtle pa...

Chapter 148: The Brave Savior

The next morning, Kyle entered the Great Hall with a yawn, faint dark circles shadowing his eyes. In his daze, he even headed toward the Slytherin table and almost took a seat there. Luckily, his friend Mikel stopped him just in time.

"Kyle, what’s up with you?" Cedric asked, handing him a glass of milk. "Didn’t sleep well last night?"

Kyle sighed. He hadn’t just not slept well; he hadn’t slept at all. He’d spent the entire night in the Restricted Section a...

Chapter 147: The Lost Harry and a Bag of Cat Food

If it had been just one more class, Professor McGonagall would probably have said yes. But another one…? Honestly, Kyle didn’t think it was likely. Still, seeing Fred and George’s hopeful faces, he just shrugged and stayed silent.

It wouldn’t hurt to let them try. Maybe if Professor McGonagall was in a good mood, she'd agree.

The first class of the year was Charms, and after leaving the lecture hall, Kyle said goodbye to the Weasley twins and Cedric, heading alone to the c...

Chapter 146: Cedric the Great Savior

On the first day of the new school year, Fred and George were the undeniable center of attention. Even back in the Hufflepuff common room, students couldn’t stop talking about their antics.

“Do you really think the Weasley twins can actually sell that candy?” Cedric asked doubtfully, sinking into the sofa. “Professor McGonagall won’t approve.”

“They probably won’t make a big fuss,” Kyle replied thoughtfully. “As long as they’re careful not to get caught, they...