Hogwarts Shippuden

The turmoil in the Forbidden Forest the night before had obviously not caused much disturbance in Hogwarts.

Most of the students were unaware of this happening, and even if someone noticed the vision of the Forbidden Forest blazing into the sky last night, they would not take it to heart.

Ever since Fred developed the blasting clay, there has been a loud bang from time to time in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

The students are used to it.

The thing that worries the students is something else—the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor has been replaced.

A notice was posted on the notice board outside the auditorium. Professor Quirrell has resigned due to physical discomfort. From today until the end of the semester, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be replaced by Professor Snape.

In fact, Quirrell wasn't just sick, he was "people gone."

Dumbledore's ultimate light arrow, the storm, directly vaporized Quirrell,

Snape, who had been wanting to teach Dark Defense all the time, finally got his wish, and he should be very happy.

But the lion cubs in Gryffindor were not so happy. They had only one Potions class a week and needed to see the old bat's stinky face.

But now there are two more Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons.

When Kyle brought the two little loli to the auditorium, he found a wailing sound by the long table of Gryffindor.

Hufflepuff's little badgers were unmoved.

Snape targeting Gryffindor, that's the lion cubs, and their Hufflepuffs are absolutely right.

Because their dean, Professor Sprout, is Hogwarts' largest supplier of herbs.

Most of the potion materials used in Snape's Potions class were produced in the large greenhouses outside the castle.

Otherwise, with the little materials they bought in Diagon Alley before school started, they wouldn't be able to support the consumption of two potions classes.

In addition to basic materials, Snape also asked Professor Sprout for some more advanced herbs.

In terms of potion materials, although Snape wouldn't be nice to their Hufflepuffs, at least he wouldn't show a bad face to any of them except a certain little devil.

...

A soundproof barrier was propped up next to Hufflepuff's long table.

The surrounding students were no strangers to the fact that these few father-worshipers gathered together to whisper.

"So, the one who fought us last night was Professor Quirrell?" George was a little surprised.

Quirrell was on the street, and there was no need for Dumbledore's savior training plan to be kept secret.

Of course, the Salvation Trio is still a secret.

"To be precise, it's Voldemort." Kyle directly identified his identity, "He's attached to the back of Quirrell's head."

When he heard this name, a trace of panic appeared on Cedric's face, "How is it possible? Isn't the mysterious man already..."

Fred shook his head, "It's impossible for such a powerful wizard to die easily."

"My parents are convinced that he will make a comeback one day." George also looked solemn.

"There is no need to doubt the authenticity of this matter, it was said by Professor Dumbledore himself."

Penello, who came from a Muggle family, had no fear of Voldemort.

Voldemort had been down for years when she received her acceptance letter from Hogwarts and stepped into the wizarding world for the first time.

She was lucky enough to be staggered from that horrific era.

As for Voldemort's deeds, she has only read it in the history of magic.

"If you say that, you and Voldemort had a 55-50 fight last night. Does this mean that each of you is equivalent to a quarter of Voldemort?"

Penello's words caused a brief silence in the soundproof barrier.

After that, there was a burst of excited cheers in the enchantment.

"Sister Penello! You are such a genius!" Fred grinned excitedly.

George respectfully served Penello a glass of pumpkin juice, "Sister! Please use it!"

Taking the pumpkin juice from George, Penello leaned forward slightly, and his beautiful eyes were firmly locked on Kyle across the table.

"No matter how bad Quirrell is, he is still a professor. Are you already so powerful?"

Kyle shrugged, "You don't even look at my last name."

He currently has two surnames, one Dumbledore and the other, unknown, Grindelwald.

Either of these two surnames can cause a sensation in the magic world.

"Okay, okay, I know you're very powerful, little Dumbledore." Penello deliberately emphasized the word "small" in a stressed tone.

Kyle rolled his eyes, "Where am I so small? Mine is big, do you want to take it out and show it to you?"

After being molested by Penello more times, Kyle has now learned to fight back.

After all, Penello is not a goddess of Qiu Mingshan who masters inertial drift. Facing Kyle's rhetoric, he immediately lost.

And Kyle is indeed right, his phoenix is ​​really big.

When it was built, it was the length to match the adult Kyle.

For Kyle, who is currently only twelve years old physically, it is indeed a bit older.

...

After breakfast, Kyle walked out of the castle, crossed the lawn outside, and walked towards the hut on the edge of the forbidden forest.

Thanks to the physical fitness and resilience brought by the blood of the giants, when Hagrid woke up, although he still looked a little miserable, Madam Pomfrey had announced that he could be discharged from the hospital.

If this injury was put on other people, Madam Pomfrey would definitely insist that they stay and continue treatment.

Can be replaced by Hagrid...

Oh, half-blooded giant, that's all right, just drink more hot water.

When he came to the wooden door, Kyle raised his hand and knocked, and the bark of licking dog teeth sounded in the house immediately.

The door creaked open, but instead of Hagrid's shaggy face, it was Harry.

"Hi, Kyle." The Savior classmate opened the door.

Kyle didn't have many surprises about meeting the Savior trio here. After a brief exchange, Kyle sat down on a stool.

"Hagrid, didn't you study the Eight Gates Dunjia Formation I sent you at Christmas?"

Hearing Kyle's words, Hagrid's face was a little ashamed.

"Eight-door Dunjia formation? What is that?" Hermione asked curiously.

"A forbidden technique that can make the body gain powerful power in a short period of time," Kyle spread his hands. "After it is turned on, it allows you to easily fight with an adult fire dragon with your bare hands."

Hearing the word forbidden technique, the little beaver's eyes widened instantly.

"Forbidden art!? What can be called a forbidden art will generally consume a lot of energy of the user! Or it will cause great harm or even death to the user!"

She looked at Kyle sternly, "How can you let Hagrid learn something so dangerous!"

Kyle leaned against the wall behind the stool with an indifferent expression, "The acquisition of power is never free."

The little beaver opened his mouth to refute, and Kyle continued:

"As a half-blooded giant, Hagrid's physique is strong enough to minimize the damage to his body from the Eight-door Dunjia."

"And this access control technique was developed by me. I am fully aware of its side effects, but at the same time, I am also aware of its help to Hagrid. It can be said that it is completely tailored for Hagrid."

He tilted his head to look at a naive little beaver. "It's so dangerous in the Forbidden Forest. Could it be that every time Hagrid is in danger, he happens to run into us nearby?"

After being scolded by Kyle for a while, Little Beaver didn't know how to speak for a while.

Harry and Ron, who were beside them, didn't know what to say.

They have absolutely no concept of forbidden techniques, they don't understand it, but they think it's very powerful.

Hearing that Bamen Dunjia was tailor-made for him, Hagrid's eyes were a little red, and tears of remorse swirled in his eyes.

"Sorry, Kyle, I shouldn't be lazy. If I hadn't been lazy, you and George wouldn't have been hurt."

Looking at Hagrid, who started to babble, Kyle had a headache for no other reason, it was too hot for his eyes.

"Don't cry, what does a four-meter-tall man cry like? When you are healed, you can start learning the Eight Gates of Dunjia."