Chapter 900: The Sleeping Hornet

"You sleep so soundly." Kyle said faintly, the veins on his forehead throbbing. "I never knew giants had the habit of sleeping standing up. Are the beds in the house so uncomfortable?"

This feeling was very strange. Although I didn't expect Hagrid to be of any help, it was a bit too much for him to fall asleep in front of me.

Even if I sleep in the room, Kyle will definitely not have any objection.

Hagrid blushed.

He didn't mean to do that, but the things Kyle drew were really too much of a sleep aid... When he stared at them, he was in a dazed state.

Plus, I was exhausted after a long day and somehow I fell asleep.

"Never mind." Kyle sighed, "You must have been a Gryffindor before you were expelled."

"How did you know that?" Hagrid asked puzzledly.

He remembered that he had not told Kyle about this, and the same was true for Harry... He only occasionally mentioned what happened before he was expelled from Hogwarts when chatting with Ms. Olympe Maxime.

Could it be that Olim told Kyle?

"Because among the students who slept in History of Magic class, Gryffindor had the most students." Kyle said casually, "Other houses had one or two students attending class, but Gryffindor had none."

I don’t know about other grades, but it was like that for the class I took with Kyle.

Hagrid's face turned even redder.

"not me……"

Seeing that he looked at a loss, Kyle didn't say anything else.

"Um... when will Minerva come over?" Hagrid quickly changed the subject.

"I don't know." Kyle shook his head and turned to look at the castle. "Today is the weekend, she might come over soon..."

"Hagrid, please help out here first. I have something else to take care of."

"Okay." Hagrid was just about to do something to make up for it, so he nodded and agreed.

Then Kyle opened the door and walked in.

Half an hour later, Kyle walked out of the room. As soon as he looked up, he saw a few people coming out of the castle from afar, walking towards him quickly.

In addition to Professor McGonagall, the other three headmasters were also there, as well as Dumbledore, the vice-headmaster and governor.

Everyone walked over hurriedly, and the expressions on their faces reflected their mood.

Dumbledore was chatting and laughing with Professor Flitwick, looking very relaxed, while Professor Sprout looked indifferent, just like usual.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, looking a little tired, as if she didn't sleep well last night.

Snape...he wasn't important.

"Kyle, are you ready?" Dumbledore said. He glanced at the wooden door not far away with a meaningful look, obviously discovering something.

"Of course, professors," Kyle said, opening the door. "Come in, Professor Snape."

Snape's expression was rigid.

His intuition told him that Kyle must have bad intentions, but he soon thought that since the dean and Dumbledore were both there, Kyle would not dare to do anything tricky.

Maybe there was something strange in the room.

Snape was not surprised but happy. He was not afraid that Kyle would do anything because he was here for an inspection. If he got hurt, even if it was just a hair loss, he would have an excuse to attack Kyle.

After all, he is young and impatient.

Just wait, he won't give up unless Kyle personally delivers ten pints of dragon's blood.

Snape didn't hesitate and walked up the steps to the door.

The symbol on the door lit up, emitting a faint golden light.

But because the door was open, the symbols engraved on the front changed direction and were hidden behind, so Snape did not see them.

Then, he naturally turned a corner, walked down again, and began to go up and down the stone steps continuously, going back and forth in circles.

The professors following behind were stunned, not understanding what Snape was doing.

Only Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged. He walked around to the seat next to him with great interest and stared at the symbol on the door carefully.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of shutter clicks brought everyone back to their senses.

Kyle was standing nearby, holding a camera in his hand and taking pictures of Snape non-stop. When he noticed the professors looking at him, he slowly put away what he was holding.

"Ah, it's nothing. I just bought a new gadget and wanted to try it out to see how it works."

Professor McGonagall twitched the corner of her mouth, but she also realized that Kyle must have done something to cause Snape to keep going around in circles.

"Very standard alchemical mist."

At this time, Dumbledore suddenly said, "It's just that the concealment is a little poor, and the patterns on it are not hidden at all. If you encounter a wizard familiar with alchemy, he will probably be able to see through it at a glance."

"It's just a makeshift lock, it's enough," Kyle said.

Dumbledore nodded. "Indeed."

Hogwarts does not yet offer an alchemy course, so even if these were laid out openly, students would not be able to understand them, let alone find solutions.

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall and the others came over and noticed the dark golden lines on the door.

Although they were not good at alchemy, they could see the magic contained in it.

What's more, Snape is also a vivid example. Even he was trapped, so it was naturally impossible for those students to break in.

Unless... there's another Kyle in school.

But they also knew that this possibility was not great. Hogwarts would not be able to find many students like Kyle in several centuries.

The last one was Tom Riddle sixty years ago...

"Snapped!"

While everyone was talking, the stone steps not far away suddenly cracked... or to be more precise, they were blown apart by a spell.

Snape stood there panting, his eyes red.

He was angry.

In fact, by the second turn, Snape had realized that he had fallen into a trap, but he couldn't get out.

The surrounding scenery clearly did not change at all, yet it was changing all the time. No matter how he walked or in which direction, he would return to the starting point.

It was like being surrounded by an invisible maze.

But Snape was a professor after all. After realizing this, he acted decisively. A spell shattered the stone steps under his feet, and through this subtle change he found the right path.

To put it simply, you need to rely on your strength to break through the maze and rush out directly.

Kyle didn't find it strange either.

A professor would be surprised if a crude piece of work done in a hurry could bother him.

However, Snape's expression now was somewhat unfriendly. Looking at him was like looking at a pot of solidified potion.

Kyle subconsciously stepped back and came to Dumbledore's side, then grinned, revealing a harmless smile.

"Thank you for your hard work, Severus." Dumbledore said with a smile, "How do you feel? Has the experience just now helped you dispel some of your doubts?"

Snape moved his lips, but didn't say anything. He just snorted coldly and turned away.

Because he could see that Dumbledore was clearly on Kyle's side, and he had no way of using this as an excuse to attack Kyle. Even the professors who came with him could not speak for him.

They were here to check on security issues, they can't be unhappy just because the lock was locked.

He was the only one who was unhappy.

So Snape didn't want to stay here.

"It seems that Severus has agreed with your action." Dumbledore moved his fingers, and the rubble on the ground automatically floated into the air and landed on the stone steps with a gap.

Then he walked straight into the room. Although the dark gold lines were still lit, they had no effect at all, as if they did not exist.

"Professor McGonagall, do you need my help drawing the correct route?" Kyle asked.

"No, it's not necessary," said Professor McGonagall.

She planned to experience this so-called alchemical mist herself so that she could better understand some details.

"But before that." Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes, "Can I see your camera?"

"Ah?" Kyle was stunned for a moment and said, "Of course no problem."

He took out the camera and handed it to Professor McGonagall, and then all three professors took a step forward at the same time.

They wanted to see if the fog would still be effective when facing multiple targets.

Kyle also realized that this was not about wanting to look at the camera, but was clearly worried that he would take pictures again.

Is he that kind of person? What about trust between people?

Kyle curled his lips and reached into the deformed lizard skin bag again.

He never said that he just bought a camera.

Because they had taken precautions in advance, the professors quickly emerged from the fog.

Among them, Professor McGonagall was the fastest. She only turned three times before finding the right path and walking into the house.

The remaining Professors Sprout and Flitwick took no more than three minutes, and they were both very happy with the effect.

The expression on Professor McGonagall's face finally relaxed a lot.

She is now certain that it would be difficult for a student to pass this level.

"Okay, take us to see the dragon." said Professor McGonagall.

Kyle naturally wouldn't refuse, so he walked quickly into the house and opened the door to the garden.

Just looking at the professors who walked in one after another, he scratched his head, feeling that something was missing.

Forget it, it shouldn't matter.

……

Although Kyle has temporarily turned the garden into a cage, the area is not small. Even with three fire dragons flying in the sky, it still seems very spacious.

It's not like Professor McGonagall had never seen dragons before, but seeing so many at once, especially in Hogwarts, still surprised her.

But she soon noticed a problem.

"Didn't they say there were five dragons?"

"Ah, Norbert is an adult dragon, and he thought they were too noisy, so he didn't come out." Kyle explained: "The rest... oh, there!"

Kyle pointed to a tree not far away.

There was a huge black creature hanging on it, as if it was asleep, with its head drooping on a thick branch, its mouth open, and its tongue placed next to it, giving it a strange sleeping look.

"Hungarian Horntail!" Professor Flitwick recognized the species of dragon at a glance and asked in surprise, "Aren't hornets said to be very irritable? Why is it so quiet?"

"Maybe it's because of our different personalities." Kyle said calmly.

"Then what about the wounds on its body?" Professor Flitwick frowned. "Those holes... why do they feel like they were bitten? Is there any magical animal that can bite through the scales of a dragon?"

"Oh, it's an old injury." Kyle's face remained calm, "It was like this when the Fire Dragon Sanctuary gave it to me, and I'm trying my best to heal it.

"But as you know, Professor, fire dragons are different from wizards, and ordinary white fresh essence has little effect."

Professor Flitwick nodded doubtfully and said nothing more.

This can also explain why it sleeps during the day. It is injured and naturally has no energy.