Hogwarts Shippuden

"What an amazing talent, like he was born for magic."

In the principal's office on the eighth floor of the castle, Dumbledore stood by the window, looking at the small figure by the Black Lake in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh.

Snape lowered his eyes, "It's hard to believe that he is a little wizard who has just stepped into the wizarding world. He still has a long time to grow."

Dumbledore turned around, looked at Snape and said seriously, "Severus, I want 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 the wrong way," Dumbledore spread his hands, "You don't want to see another Grindelwald stirring up trouble in the magical world after ten or twenty years?"

Snape shook his head slightly, "I think Professor Sprout or Professor Flitwick might be better at taking care of your children than I am."

Dumbledore smiled: "But I think he can talk to you better. Didn't you have a good chat during the meal in the auditorium that day?"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Snape's face darkened.

He remembered his first meeting with Kyle in the Great Hall that day, and Snape swore that Kyle was the most rambunctious kid he'd ever met.

During the meal that day, Kyle babbled and babbled the whole time, and Snape listened to him with a deadpan expression.

Snape preferred to stay in the gloomy basement office with the wonderful cauldron simmering and wafting out the fragrance, rather than face Kyle, the arrogant child.

"I reject."

"Okay, Severus, I respect your choice." Dumbledore sighed, "Then I can only ask our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, if he teaches well, maybe I should consider Now, continue to hire him for this position next school year..."

"Wait!" Snape's face darkened.

Dumbledore smiled even more. "You changed your mind?"

Snape clenched his fists. "I don't have to choose, do I?"

Dumbledore winked mischievously: "I didn't force you."

Snape wanted to take out his wand and give the shameless old man in front of him a slap in the face. If he hadn't been able to beat him, he might have done it.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He flicked his black robe and left the principal's office without looking back.

...

Kyle stayed on the edge of the Black Lake all morning, until the sun was high above his head before returning to the castle.

When he appeared at the door of the auditorium, both George and Fred greeted him with great enthusiasm.

"How's it going? About our proposal?" It was unclear whether it was George or Fred who was speaking.

Kyle sat down at the Gryffindor table, "What proposal?"

"Just go to potions class with us."

Kyle is still thinking about how to rub out the authentic spiral pills. How can he go to class with them, and he didn't buy a crucible...

Oh no, he bought one, but it wasn't for boiling potions, it was for making hot pot.

So he waved his hand, "No, I still have things to do."

Both George and Fred were slightly disappointed.

"Okay then, how about we go play electric tonight?"

"I think shooting is more fun."

Kyle interrupted the two who were arguing about which was more interesting, electric or shooting, "I said, as an old man who has been at Hogwarts for more than a year, shouldn't I take me, a newcomer, to visit the castle?"

The twin brothers looked at each other and nodded.

"Explore the castle in the evening, and take you to a more fun place later, just as we don't have classes in the afternoon."

"Last time you invited us for a beer, this time it's our turn to invite you.

"

Kelton's eyes lit up when he heard that the brothers wanted to invite a drink.

"I still remember the last time you drank me under the table. This time I have to pull back a game."

Needless to say, it must be George who said that.

Kyle raised his eyebrows defiantly: "I don't dare to say anything else, but the amount of alcohol, you two can't drink me."

Just kidding, in his previous life, his teeth didn't even grow, so he let the elders in the family use chopsticks to feed wine many times.

After passing through this life, although he lost the ability to drink a bottle of vodka in his previous life without changing his color, he quickly learned about the amount of alcohol.

He had no guardian to watch over him when he was wandering, and America's ban on underage drinking was nothing to him.

As for the two scumbags, George and Fred, it is estimated that the family is strictly controlled and there is no opportunity to exercise their alcohol intake.

So how could the two people who could drink a few bottles of beer with a red face, and even fall on the sofa to drink like crazy, could be his opponents.

...

The hallway on the fifth floor of Hogwarts Castle was empty, except for the trio of troublemakers who had finished their lunch.

Both George and Fred moved a mirror away, revealing a hidden passageway hidden behind the mirror.

"This secret passage leads directly to the village of Hogsmeade next to Hogwarts." George introduced.

Seeing the blank look on Kyle's face, Fred explained: "Hogsmeade is a wizarding village with a lot of shops and, most importantly, a bar."

So the brothers are going to take him to the bar?

Do wizards' pubs sell different drinks than Muggles'? Kyle is really looking forward to it.

The three climbed into the secret passage through the hole, and after moving the mirror back to its original position, the secret passage was dark.

"Fluorescent flashes." George raised his wand.

After walking along the secret road for dozens of minutes, George, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped, "Here it is."

In front of him was a trap door, and after coming out of the trap door, Kyle found himself standing on a deserted path.

A rusty bracket hangs on the door of a shop at the intersection with a tattered wooden sign featuring a chopped pig's head.

"Is this the bar?" Kyle was about ten steps away from the entrance of the bar, and he smelled a strong smell of sheep mutton.

Several bay windows were covered with thick dirt, and the outside light could hardly penetrate into the bar. Kyle could barely see the dim bar with several sets of rough wooden tables and chairs.

Kyle pinched his nose with disgust.

Among all the bars that Kyle has seen, no one can match the level of filth, and Kyle would like to call the Pig's Head Bar the strongest.

I don't know if there is a Food and Drug Administration in the magic world. If there is, the sanitation of this bar will definitely not pass the sanitation inspection.

"I think we'd better go somewhere else."

"I'm afraid it won't work. The Hogs' Head is the only bar in Hogsmeade that sells underage wizards alcoholic beverages," Fred replied.

George turned his head and glanced at him, as if looking at an idiot, "Can't you just buy the wine and drink it somewhere else?"

Several people held their breath and walked into the bar.