In order to save time, Kyle even finished all the homework in just two days, and handed over the work of processing the pear tree branches to Cedric and others.

Anyway, they did it once last year and are very familiar with the process, so there will definitely be no problem.

After explaining everything, Kyle seemed to have disappeared and didn't even go to the auditorium during meal times.

No one could find him, and no one knew where he was. He would only show up briefly in the common room before curfew every day, and then disappear again early the next morning.

This continued until school started.

During breakfast that day, Cedric looked at the sleepy Kyle and asked curiously, "Where have you been these days? Why can't I find you in the entire castle?"

"Eighth floor..."

Kyle yawned and said, "There is a special room in the corridor over there, just opposite the troll tapestry. It can be turned into any room you need, and you don't have to worry about being discovered by others."

“I’ve been there for the past few days.”

"There is such a magical place in the castle?" Kanna asked in surprise.

"This is Hogwarts..."

Cedric thought for a moment and said, “I have heard that there is a mysterious room on the eighth floor. It is unpredictable. Some people see a luxurious bedroom when they enter, while others see a storage room full of garbage... Everyone is different.

And I remember Fred and George also said that they had hidden in a broom closet on the eighth floor to avoid Filch, but when they went to look for it again, the place was gone.

Could that broom closet be the room you are talking about?"

"Yes, the Room of Requirement."

"They were trying to hide so the room became a broom closet, but if you wanted to practice magic it would be a big empty classroom," Kyle said, eating a scone.

"This is amazing..." Cedric said with shining eyes, "Can I go and take a look? Can it be turned into a Quidditch training ground, where I can practice catching the Golden Snitch?"

"I want to go too." Kanna said quickly, "I've always wanted to find a place where no one would disturb me to practice potions."

"It's all possible. Just silently recite what you want in your mind and walk back and forth in the corridor three times, and then you will see the door."

Kyle thought about it and reminded, "But...if someone is in there, that place can't be used, unless you enter the same room."

Cedric's eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally he simply stopped eating, stood up and ran to the eighth floor.

"Aren't you going?" Kyle asked Kanna who was drinking pumpkin juice.

"Didn't you say that only one person can use that place?" Kanna shook her head and said, "Let him go first. I can use those empty classrooms. There's no rush."

"Oh, right..."

At this moment, Connor suddenly remembered something and continued, "A few days ago, a Gryffindor freshman came to see you many times."

"Gryffindor?" Kyle frowned.

The first thing he thought of was the trio. After all, apart from the three of them, he didn't know any other Gryffindor freshmen.

"Well, a girl named Hermione Granger." Connor raised her head and said slowly, "And she looked quite angry... Did you also tell her that you would use the Killing Curse to sort her?"

"Of course not. As soon as I arrived at the castle I went to Professor Sprout's office. I didn't see the new students at all."

"Besides..." Kyle glanced at Connor and muttered softly, "Do you think everyone is like you, stupid and believing everything you say..."

Kyle caught the "hidden weapon" thrown by Kanna, peeled off the skin and took a bite.

"So, Hermione didn't tell me what she wanted from me?"

"No." Connor glared at him and said angrily, "But Fred and George said that she is very opposed to the talisman you made to pass every exam. I think she came to you for this matter before."

"Oh..." Kyle nodded in realization.

This was most likely Hagrid's mistake again. Given Hermione's current personality, it would be normal for her to object.

But Kyle didn't care. After all, he didn't care about Gryffindor. It was Fred and George who should be worried.

After breakfast, the two went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom together.

After the start of this school year, Professor Quirrell looked uglier than before. There was no color on his face, and it was terribly pale.

Many people gradually came to believe that he was indeed cursed by the resurrected zombies and no longer laughed at his stuttering. These days, when they met Professor Quirrell on the road, they would give him an encouraging smile.

Even Fred and George.

One day when they were gathering in the Room of Requirement, Fred exclaimed: "He dared to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor even though he was cursed by a resurrected zombie. Quirrell is the real Gryffindor."

"His courage is thicker than that ridiculous scarf."

"And the smell of garlic surrounds me all year long..." Qiu shuddered and said, "If it were me, I would have gone crazy a long time ago."

Cedric glanced at the twins and smiled, "I remember you threw snowballs at him back then."

"We feel very guilty about this..." George said solemnly, "If Professor Quirrell is still alive after the school year ends, we will apologize to him for this."

"Why do we have to wait until the end of the school year..." Qiu asked puzzledly: "Can't we do it now?"

"What if he has another identity?" Fred shook his hand. "Don't forget that he is the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. No one can guarantee that he will be okay before the end of the school year."

"Just like Oren last year..."

George glanced at Kyle and said faintly, "What a good professor. He is humorous in class and easy-going after class. I didn't expect that all of this was just a fake."

"We believed in him so much in the beginning that we even turned against Ravenclaw in order to protect his image as a professor..."

"But it's all fake, he broke our hearts..."

Fred and George became sadder and sadder as they talked, and they were almost about to hug each other and cry.

Kyle smiled and shook his head. He thought these two people simply liked that Oren didn't collect homework.

Even though Quirrell was wobbly when he walked and looked like he might fall at any time, he did not relax his requirements for homework and checked it very strictly.

It cannot be less than two feet, even the words cannot be written too big.

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(End of this chapter)