Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 290 Whispers in the Ear

After class, Kyle went to the auditorium to have a quick bite, and then rushed to the Quidditch pitch.

Since Slytherin had seven more Nimbus 2001, even Harris was rarely nervous.

Those brooms were so fast, according to Fred and George who had secretly spied on the Slytherin team, when the players took off, they could only see seven pale green shadows whizzing through the air .

Not good news for them Hufflepuffs.

Originally, the equipment gap between them and Slytherin could be made up by technology and tacit cooperation... But now that Slytherin's equipment has been upgraded, the skills of the Hufflepuff players cannot be improved in a short period of time .

There is no way, Harris can only find tactics that can deal with those "krypton gold bosses" through continuous training.

However, the progress of this idea was not very smooth, but so far, none of the tactics he formulated could last until the next day, and they were overthrown every time halfway through the training, without exception.

The same is true today.

Near dusk, Kyle returned to the castle wearily.

The intensive study and training for nearly a month made him feel overwhelmed, his head was groggy, and he just wanted to go back to the dormitory quickly and sleep comfortably.

"It would be nice to have a time-turner..." Kyle thought.

When he first returned to the castle, he also met Professor McGonagall.

"I want to find you?"

"Bad news..." Professor McGonagall handed a letter to Kyle, "Unfortunately, your second time-turner application still failed."

"Is it because there is no extra?" Kyle took the letter and felt his head was even more uncomfortable.

"Yes."

Professor McGonagall nodded, "They also specifically explained that this year is special, and all time converters are being used."

Kyle glanced at the letter in his hand, and there were only a few short lines on it.

"My dear Albus Dumbledore.

Unfortunately, due to some special reasons, all time-turners are in use, so we have to temporarily withdraw their use rights until June next year.

Hope you can understand.

... Department of Mysteries, Roderick Byrd. "

"Dumbledore?" Kyle whispered.

"The principal wrote the application himself." Professor McGonagall explained, "but it was still rejected."

Kyle sighed, "So I must not be using the Time-Turner this year?"

"I think, yes."

Professor McGonagall glanced at him. She naturally knew about Kyle's full schedule.

Whether it's her Transfiguration Club or Professor Flitwick's Charms Club, the content is much more difficult than normal coursework.

And Kyle has twelve subjects to study, so it's no wonder he wants a time-turner so much.

But the Department of Mysteries didn't approve, and she couldn't do anything about it, after all, all the time-turners were kept there.

As Kyle looked down at the letter, he suddenly heard a sound... a sound that was completely different from the sound of the wind, the crackling of burning candles.

It was an old whisper, mechanical, cold, without any emotion.

"Come here... come here... I can give you whatever you want."

Kyle shook his hand and almost tore the letter in his hand.

"What?" He raised his head sharply.

"I mean, regrettably, you won't be able to use the Time-Turner this year," Professor McGonagall whispered.

"It's not this, Professor." Kyle shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I heard someone talking just now, as if they were telling me to go over."

Professor McGonagall looked around suspiciously, then frowned slightly, and turned his fingers slightly...

Kyle felt a soothing breeze blowing past him, heading deep into the castle.

After about a few seconds...

"Nobody's talking, Kyle, and there's nothing around us."

Professor McGonagall said: "The nearest Mrs. Norris is also twenty feet away, and it is separated by two walls. Its voice obviously cannot reach here."

"Maybe I got it wrong." Kyle rubbed his ears.

"It may also be that you are too tired. It is a good thing to love learning, but you can't force yourself too much."

Professor McGonagall thought for a while, and continued: "Although the course selection cannot be canceled now, I will go to Professor Bubaji and Professor Trelawney to see if I can exempt you from homework.

There's Quidditch practice, too, which I think you can put aside for now... In my opinion, you only need to attend one practice per week.

In addition, I also allow you to ask for leave at any time from the Transfiguration Club, so you should be able to relax a little bit. "

Kerry Dibbaji is the professor of Muggle Studies and Trelawney is the professor of Divination.

The test scores of these two courses are relatively not that important.

It's just that Professor McGonagall didn't know that besides these, Kyle actually joined a "Red Club".

Learning the rune is already difficult, plus he has to pay attention to the traps that Riddle deliberately set... This made his time more and more insufficient.

As for training and homework... those are small issues, not that important.

But Professor McGonagall has said so, so naturally he will not refuse.

After saying goodbye to Professor McGonagall, Kyle left alone with doubts.

In the common room of Hufflepuff, many people were still making up their homework.

Cedric didn't come back with him. As the Seeker in the team, Harris put all his hopes on him.

He was probably still on the Quidditch pitch right now, practicing those classic Seeker feints.

Kyle greeted several acquaintances and returned to the dormitory.

Mikel and Ryan are also making up their homework outside, and he is the only one in the dormitory for the time being.

Kyle was lying on the bed, still thinking about what happened at the gate of the castle just now.

Who is speaking...

Basilisk?

It should not be.

Although the basilisk can pass through the pipes in the wall and make sounds where others can't see it, someone has to let it out.

But Riddle's diary was still in his box, so there was no chance to cause trouble.

In the bathroom on the second floor, the props he arranged did not make any movement... If nothing else happened, the basilisk should still be sleeping in the secret room right now.

And most importantly, he heard the voice of the basilisk last year. Although it was equally emotionless, it didn't sound old... on the contrary, it sounded quite young.

If it wasn't a basilisk, then who would it be...

Kyle turned over on the bed, staring at a pot of flowers on the windowsill in a daze.

You can't really be too tired, you heard me wrong.

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　Thanks to book friend Du Yu for the starting point coin reward (super loud)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)