"What amazing talent! He seems born for magic."
In the headmaster's office on the eighth floor of the castle, Dumbledore stood by the window, looking at the small figure on the shore of the Black Lake in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh.
Snape's eyes lowered. "It's hard to believe he's just a young wizard who has just entered the wizarding world. He has a long time to grow."
Dumbledore turned around and looked at Snape seriously, saying, "Severus, I would like to ask you to be his teacher."
"What do you want me to teach him?"
"Anything is fine, the key is not to let him go astray," Dumbledore shrugged. "You don't want to see another Grindelwald stirring up trouble in the wizarding world ten or twenty years from now, do you?" Snape shook his head
slightly. "When it comes to taking care of your child, I think Professor Sprout or Professor Flitwick might be better at it than I am." Dumbledore
smiled broadly. "But I think he gets along better with you. Didn't you two have a very good conversation when you were dining in the Great Hall the other day?"
Hearing Dumbledore's words, Snape's face darkened slightly.
He recalled his first encounter with Kyle in the Great Hall. Snape swore Kyle was the most talkative brat he'd ever met.
During the meal that day, Kyle had been chattering on and on, while Snape listened to his rambling with a blank expression.
Snape would rather be in his cold, dark office, surrounded by the enticing aroma of a cauldron simmering slowly, than face this brat.
"I refuse."
"Very well, Severus, I respect your choice." Dumbledore sighed. "Then I'll have to ask our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. If he teaches well, perhaps I should consider retaining him for the next academic year..."
"Wait!" Snape's face darkened further.
Dumbledore's smile widened. "You changed your mind?"
Snape clenched his fist. "I had no choice, did I?"
Dumbledore winked mischievously. "I didn't force you."
Snape really wanted to pull out his wand and unleash a devastating blow on this shameless old man. If he weren't outmatched, he probably would have done it.
He grew angrier the more he thought about it, tossed his black robes aside, and left the Headmaster's office without looking back.
...
Kyle spent the entire morning by the Black Lake, only returning to the castle when the sun was high in the sky.
When he appeared at the Great Hall entrance, George and Fred immediately greeted him warmly.
"What's your decision? About our proposal?" It was hard to tell whether it was George or Fred speaking.
Kyle sat down at the Gryffindor table. "What's the suggestion?"
"It's about coming to Potions class with us."
Kyle was still preoccupied with how to conjure up the authentic Rasengan; he had no interest in going to class with them. Besides, he hadn't bought a cauldron...
oh wait, he did buy one, but it wasn't for brewing potions; it was for cooking hot pot.
So he waved his hand. "No, I have things to do."
George and Fred were slightly disappointed.
"Alright then, how about we play video games tonight?"
"I think shooting is more fun."
Kyle interrupted the two arguing about whether video games or shooting was more fun. "I mean, as a senior who's been at Hogwarts for over a year, shouldn't you show this newcomer, me, around the castle?"
The twins exchanged a glance and nodded.
"We can explore the castle tonight. I'll take you to a more fun place later; we don't have classes this afternoon." "You treated us to beer last time, now it's our turn to treat you."
Kyle's eyes lit up at the thought of the two brothers buying him drinks.
"I still remember how you drank me under the table last time, I'm going to get my revenge this time."
It was undoubtedly George who said this.
Kyle raised an eyebrow defiantly: "I can't speak for other things, but when it comes to drinking, even if you two were tied together, you couldn't outdrink me." He
was joking; in his previous life, before he even had all his teeth, his elders had fed him alcohol many times with chopsticks.
In this life, although he lost his ability to chug a bottle of vodka without batting an eye, he quickly developed a high tolerance for alcohol.
When he was a homeless man, he had no guardian, so America's ban on minors drinking was practically meaningless to him.
As for George and Fred, those two weaklings, they were probably too strict at home to have the opportunity to practice their drinking.
So how could the two of them, who could get red-faced after just a few beers and even throw a drunken tantrum on the sofa, possibly be a match for him? The corridor on the fifth floor of
Hogwarts
Castle was deserted, except for the mischievous trio who had finished lunch.
George and Fred moved a mirror aside, revealing a hidden passage behind it.
"This secret passage leads directly to Hogsmeade Village next to Hogwarts," George explained.
Seeing the bewildered look on Kyle's face, Fred explained, "Hogsmeade Village is a wizarding village with many shops, and most importantly, pubs."
So the brothers were going to take him to a pub?
Would the drinks sold in wizarding pubs be different from those of Muggles? Kyle was really looking forward to it.
The three of them climbed into the secret passage through the opening. After moving the mirror back to its original position, the passage was pitch black.
"Fluorescent." George raised his wand.
After walking along the passage for several tens of minutes, George, who was in the lead, suddenly stopped. "We're here."
In front of him was a trapdoor. After stepping out of the trapdoor, Kyle found himself standing on a deserted path.
At the intersection, a rusty frame held a tattered wooden sign with a picture of a severed pig's head.
"Is this the pub?" Kyle was still about ten steps from the entrance when he smelled a strong, pungent stench of mutton.
Thick grime piled up on the bay windows, barely letting any light into the dimly lit pub. Kyle could only make out a few rough wooden tables and chairs.
He pinched his nose in disgust.
Of all the pubs Kyle had ever seen, none could rival the filthiness of the Hog's Head Pub. He'd call it the ultimate filth.
He wondered if the wizarding world had a food and drug administration; if it did, this pub would definitely fail a hygiene inspection.
"I think we should go somewhere else."
"That won't do," Fred replied. "The Hog's Head Pub is the only pub in Hogsmeade that sells alcohol to underage wizards."
George turned and glanced at him as if he were an idiot. "Couldn't you have bought the drinks and gone somewhere else to drink?"
The group held their breath and went into the bar.
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