Hogwarts Shippuden

Because of a chance encounter with Hagrid, Kyle's morning exercise program was delayed.

When he came out of the Forbidden Forest, the sun had fully risen, and the sun was shining through the cracks in the clouds, coating the entire Hogwarts Castle with a layer of pale gold.

After completing a hundred squats, Kyle gave up his plan to run ten kilometers and chose to go back to the castle for breakfast.

With yesterday's experience, Kyle didn't plan to go to the auditorium to eat those Western-style breakfasts that he was not used to, but came to a wide stone corridor under the castle.

The torches illuminated the surroundings brightly, and were decorated with delightful pictures, mainly of food.

Kyle stopped in front of a picture of a huge silver bowl full of fruit, stretched out his index finger and gently scratched the big green pear.

Pear wriggled, giggling, and suddenly turned into a large green doorknob.

Behind the door is Kyle's favorite kitchen.

To Kyle's surprise, in addition to the nice house-elves, there was a student in the kitchen.

The student who was caught stealing food in the kitchen smiled shyly at Kyle and explained, "Well, today is the day for the owl to deliver the letter, and the owl will make a mess of the breakfast in the auditorium..."

Kyle understood why the other party appeared here, and extended his hand to the other party friendly: "Hello, I'm Kyle Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore?" The other party's eyes widened in amazement, and after a while, he reacted and held Kyle's hand, "I'm Cedric Diggory, from Hufflepuff College. "

At this time, Kyle looked at the other party's appearance.

Cedric was tall and very handsome, with black hair and bright gray eyes.

Because it was the first time we met, the atmosphere in the kitchen was a little awkward.

Kyle did not continue to talk to Cedric, but called the house elves, and skillfully directed the house elves to prepare today's breakfast according to his requirements.

"Cut the barbecued pork into small pieces, chop the onion and ginger, add soy sauce and salt to make a stuffing!"

"Okay! Dear Mr. Dumbledore!" A house elf pointed his finger at the kitchen utensils in front of him, and the kitchen knives and other kitchen utensils immediately processed the ingredients automatically according to Kyle's instructions.

"Chop the raw shrimp with a knife, then use the back of the knife to mash the shrimp, add the bamboo shoots, fatty pork, celery, shrimp diced and ginger and stir together, let's make shrimp dumplings!"

"Yes! Sir!"

The scene in the kitchen was extra lively because of Kyle.

Cedric stared at everything in front of him curiously, and the fragrance wafting from it suddenly made him feel that the jam bread in his hand was not fragrant.

Not long after, a variety of dishes were brought to the kitchen table one after another.

Kyle looked at the shrimp dumplings, red rice sausages, steamed ribs, boat porridge, barbecued pork buns and other Cantonese-style morning tea snacks that he could no longer be familiar with, and he was in a good mood.

It has been a long time since he had Cantonese-style morning tea. It has been ten years since he traveled to the present.

Uh, you said that New York's Chinatown also has Cantonese-style teahouses?

I'm sorry, it's not that Kyle has never eaten the Chinese food over there, but he doesn't think it's authentic at all, and it doesn't have the taste of his hometown at all.

"Come and eat together." Kyle pushed a plate of snacks in Cedric's direction.

As a gluttonous Hufflepuff little badger, Cedric has long been waiting for Kyle's words.

"Well, I'm curious, where did you learn to cook these things?" Cedric asked his doubts after swallowing a shrimp dumpling.

"I learned it myself," Kyle said slowly, blowing the steaming tea in the cup, "you may not believe it, I was found by Professor Dumbledore when I was wandering on the street, and then I was picked up. ."

Cedric did not expect to hear such an answer,

Looking at Kyle with some guilt, it seems that he has asked a very presumptuous question.

Kyle waved his hand indifferently, "Actually, the homeless life is not as hard as you think, but rather interesting."

Of course, the good life is built on the selfless dedication of New York's street gangsters.

If it was a six-year-old child with no special abilities wandering outside, it would be fine if he didn't starve to death.

"Really?" Cedric looked blank. He didn't really believe Kyle's words, but the cheerful smile on Kyle's face didn't look like he had suffered a lot.

Seeing Cedric's appearance, Kyle shrugged, "You'll know when you see the secret stronghold I built while I was wandering."

Hearing what Kyle said, Cedric suddenly became interested, "I'm looking forward to visiting your base."

The children of the Dumbledore family, with prominent backgrounds, should have lived a prosperous and carefree life, but why did they end up on the streets?

Cedric was really curious about Kyle's bizarre experience.

However, exploring the truth behind the matter is a later time, and now he has to say goodbye to Kyle, because his first class this morning is about to start.

The two separated at the kitchen door, and Cedric turned a hallway toward the Potions classroom.

And Kyle planned to go to the eighth floor of the castle to report to Dumbledore that the hunting ground guard he appointed was secretly raising prohibited magical creatures in the forbidden forest.

But before he reached the grand staircase outside the auditorium on the first floor, Kyle met the person he was looking for.

"Have you had a good time at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore smiled gently.

"Coming to Hogwarts is like returning home. Everyone in it is talented and speaks nicely. I really like it here!"

Hearing Kyle's answer, Dumbledore always felt that something was wrong.

Immediately, he remembered one more thing. Behind the half-crescent-shaped lens, he stared at Kyle's eyes with a scrutiny:

"I heard from Professor McGonagall this morning that a student had fallen from the building. But when we got to the lawn under Professor McGonagall's office window, we found nothing."

Kelton was stunned for a moment. Could it be that he climbed the wall for Professor McGonagall to see?

Dumbledore's eyes glowed with a faint blue light, and for some reason, Kyle always felt that his secrets seemed to disappear in front of these eyes.

Kyle doesn't know if wizards have some kind of mind-reading method, but even if there is such magic, it must be denied.

"Is the student who fell from the building okay?"

"Looking at what he looks like now, it should be fine." Dumbledore's eyes were fixed on Kyle when he said this.

"He'll be fine," Kyle said nonchalantly with Dumbledore.

Then Kyle remembered what Hagrid had asked him to do, "Ah yes, Professor, I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter? Tell me."

Kyle pulled Dumbledore's sleeve and motioned him to lean down, "Hagrid has a three-headed dog!"

Dumbledore straightened up and raised his eyebrows. "Three-headed dog? How old is it?"

"Well, about as tall as Hagrid."