After saying goodbye to Cedric, Kyle left the castle and headed towards the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid was standing in the vegetable patch in front of his cabin, watering pumpkins as big as cartwheels.

"It's Kyle, come in and sit down."

The two walked into the cabin, and Hagrid happily brought Kyle rock cakes and a kettle of tea.

“How’s the new school year feeling?”

"Not bad." Kyle didn't touch the rock cake, but took a sip of tea and said, "It's just that there are more classes per week than last year."

"Yes, the second year's studies are indeed heavier than the first year's." Hagrid said with a smile: "But if it's you, there will be no problem. Harry mentioned you to me when he came here yesterday."

"Potter?"

Kyle was a little surprised. He remembered that he and Harry didn't have much interaction. Apart from the last time they met in the corridor, they had never been alone together again.

At that time, he also gave Harry a map and a bag of pet snacks. He thought that the other party would not say anything bad about him.

"Harry said that thanks to the map you gave him, he wasn't late these days." Hagrid said with a smile.

Hagrid smiled with joy when he thought of Harry sitting in the cabin yesterday and telling him about the interesting things that happened at school.

It's just that the little guy is too curious and keeps asking about the Philosopher's Stone, which gives him a headache.

The Philosopher's Stone was a secret that Dumbledore had repeatedly warned about. As the most tight-lipped person in Hogwarts, Hagrid certainly would not tell anyone about it.

But at the same time, he didn't want to deceive Harry, so he could only find various excuses to get away with it.

It's quite confusing and also requires a lot of thought.

“I see…”

Kyle nodded without asking any more questions.

He guessed that Harry just mentioned it casually when chatting with Hagrid, just like asking what he had eaten last night, without any special intention.

If I had come a few days later, Hagrid might have forgotten about it.

Seeing that Kyle didn't say anything, Hagrid picked up the copper kettle beside him and poured him another cup of tea. At the same time, he couldn't help thinking: This is what chatting is like, easy, pleasant, and more importantly, it doesn't require any brainpower.

"Try this." Hagrid handed over the plate of rock cakes and said with a smile, "I just baked it yesterday. It's still crispy. By the way, where are your friends? Why didn't they come with us?"

"Sorry, I just had breakfast and I can't eat anything else."

Kyle politely rejected Hagrid's suggestion to help him change his teeth, saying, "We're selecting new Quidditch players recently. Cedric and the others are all on the field."

"Yeah… Quidditch."

Hagrid suddenly said, "Time flies. It's time to change new players. I remember you like Quidditch too, right?"

"Yes." Kyle nodded and said, "I have signed up, but I have to wait until next week to take the test."

"I believe you can pass it."

"I thought so too." Kyle smiled and said, "Besides, maybe Porter can make the team this year."

"Harry? Impossible." Hagrid shook his head and said, "First-year students are not allowed to participate in Quidditch. This is the rule."

"That's true, but Gryffindor desperately needs a Seeker this year."

Kyle said, "If Potter inherited his father's abilities, Professor McGonagall will probably make an exception and admit him."

"James..." Hagrid thought for a moment and said, "Oh, yes, James is indeed an excellent seeker. He led Gryffindor to win the Quidditch Cup several times."

Hagrid couldn't help laughing at the thought.

If Harry could really join the Quidditch team in his first year, I believe he would be very happy.

But soon, Hagrid thought of something and couldn't laugh anymore.

If Kyle and Harry both join the team, who will he cheer for when Hufflepuff and Gryffindor play?

Hagrid's face gradually wrinkled up and he pulled at his beard in confusion.

Kyle called him three times before Hagrid came to his senses.

"What were you thinking about just now? You were so absorbed in it."

"No, nothing, I just suddenly remembered that I haven't finished watering the pumpkin patch yet." Hagrid lied.

He had just decided to cheer for both colleges at the same time, the kind that would applaud whoever scored a goal, but this certainly couldn't be said out loud.

Hagrid then went to water the pumpkin patch, and Kyle followed him outside, but did not return to the castle.

His friends, including Mikel and Ryan, were all at the Quidditch field, so there was no point in him going back.

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Kyle looked around, found a flat place, and began to take things out of the leather bag.

Portable stoves, crucibles, herbs...soon they were piled all over the floor.

"Kyle, what are you doing?" Hagrid asked curiously.

"Brew some potions, or pet tonics."

Kyle lit the furnace with his wand and placed the cauldron on top.

When Hagrid heard that Kyle was preparing to make pet tonic, he was quite interested, but he only watched for a while and then turned back to the pumpkin patch.

I don't understand. I don't understand at all.

Hagrid found it hard to understand why Kyle couldn't just release all the powder at once, but had to do it in three times, with different intervals between each time.

He wanted to record the entire process, but the time intervals alone made him dizzy.

What I just wrote down was forgotten in the blink of an eye.

Hagrid decisively gave up the idea of ​​learning a trick or two and went to water the pumpkins.

Kyle, who was staring at the fire intently, didn't notice Hagrid's abnormality. He held his wand and stirred the potion in the crucible from time to time.

Brewing potions is a delicate job. No matter how simple it is, one mistake could lead to all the efforts being wasted. He doesn't want to do it all over again.

Time passes slowly.

By the time Hagrid had finished watering all the pumpkins, Kyle's was almost done.

He poured some dark green powder into the crucible and stirred it counterclockwise with his wand.

The orange-yellow liquid in the crucible gradually turned red.

The red color is very beautiful, crystal clear, without a single speck of impurity, just like a melted ruby.

Kyle extinguished the fire in the furnace, waited for the crucible to cool down, and then carefully poured the potion into a bottle that he had prepared in advance.

Not more, not less, just one bottle.

"Is this pet tonic?" Hagrid looked at the bottle curiously.

"Yes." Kyle handed him the bottle and said with a smile, "But to be precise, it should be a special rat tonic."

(End of this chapter)