It seems that they want to send the letter before class starts.

Harry, Ron and Neville looked at each other in confusion. To be honest, they still didn't understand what was going on.

However, they didn't have time to think about it, as Professor McGonagall was handing out class timetables along the Gryffindor table.

"Kyle, you just happened to be here."

After handing Neville the last timetable, she said, "Professor Sprout wants to see you. If you have finished breakfast, come with me."

"Yes, Professor."

Kyle took the last sip of his lemonade, stood up and followed Professor McGonagall out of the Great Hall.

If he guessed correctly, Professor Sprout came to him to talk about the time converter.

After all, the first class of the new school year is about to begin, and there should be news.

And before coming to the restaurant, he had already got his class schedule from the common room.

The first class of the third grade is Care of Magical Creatures and Arithmetic Divination... The time for these two classes is exactly the same, both at nine in the morning.

…

After leaving the restaurant, Professor McGonagall did not go to the office upstairs, but took Kyle out of the castle and came to the other side of the venue.

Professor Sprout was there treating the Whomping Willow...

Because the poor little guy was hit hard by two reckless guys yesterday, several branches were broken. Professor Sprout was using special potions and bandages to wrap up the broken parts one by one.

Kyle noticed that the Whomping Willow was not still, but was still moving... A passing owl was almost snatched from the air by it.

Fortunately, the owl was small and reacted quickly, so it escaped the disaster. It flew away cursing after leaving a pile of feathers on the ground.

Obviously, Professor Sprout did not press the scar at the root of the tree.

But the Whomping Willow had no intention of attacking her and allowed her to toss around among its branches.

And it's not just Professor Sprout, another professor is here too.

Gilderoy Lockhart.

He stood ten meters away from the Whomping Willow and shouted:

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that...it's too much trouble."

"Oh... you're being too troublesome, Pomona. I just happen to know a very useful spell that can perfectly connect those completely broken branches."

"Yes, that's right. I just wanted to teach you this spell, but I didn't expect you could actually do it!"

Lockhart kept chattering below, and Professor Sprout's face became more and more ugly.

If Lockhart hadn't been standing too far away, she would have wanted the Whomping Willow to give this guy a warm hug.

How annoying!

At this time, Professor McGonagall also came nearby with Kyle.

"Oh, Minerva, it's good to see you." Lockhart came closer.

"Me too, Professor Lockhart." Professor McGonagall replied perfunctorily, then shouted in the direction of the Whomping Willow:

"Pomona, are you done? I brought Kyle here."

"There's one last one." Professor Sprout looked back and his hands moved much faster.

"Wait, could it be that you are the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history?"

Lockhart looked at Kyle as if he had discovered some new world.

"Yes, Professor Lockhart." Kyle nodded.

"We should have met before. Remember, you came to buy my book at Flourish and Blotts?" Lockhart said with a smile, his big white teeth shining in the sun.

"It's just that you were too shy at the time and hid yourself."

A person who dares to face the dark wizard alone, fight the werewolf head-on, and break into the forbidden area with a three-headed dog... would be shy?

Professor McGonagall couldn't connect Kyle with shyness no matter what. It was ridiculous. She would rather believe that Fred and George were a pair of good kids.

But she soon thought of a copy of the Daily Prophet she had seen a few days ago, and the helpless Harry in the photo.

If she guessed correctly, Kyle should have been there too, but he ran away early and was not caught to take a photo with them.

Professor McGonagall's mouth moved slightly, as if she was smiling.

But Lockhart didn't notice this.

"I am also a member of the Order of Merlin, and I have encountered werewolves before."

He reached out and patted Kyle's shoulder:

"You are so lucky to have achieved the same success as me at such a young age."

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"Kyle's winning of the Order of Merlin had nothing to do with luck."

Professor Sprout came over and said indifferently, "He saved an entire floor of patients."

"Yes, of course, it is commendable." Lockhart adjusted his gilt-rimmed hat.

"In fact, I have saved many people during my travels, but I have never mentioned these things."

"Yeah, it wasn't mentioned, but it's all written in the book." Kyle complained in his mind.

Although no one responded, Lockhart did not feel awkward at all and continued to say to Kyle, "I think you must have read my book "Wandering with Werewolves" before. I introduced fifteen ways to deal with werewolves in detail there."

"Professor, aren't there seventeen kinds?"

Kyle blinked. "Did you forget?"

"Seventeen..." Lockhart paused, but the expression on his face did not change at all.

"Of course not, but there are two methods that are too risky. I don't recommend ordinary wizards to do that... It seems that you are really reading my book seriously, very good. Which college are you in?"

"Hufflepuff."

"Then... Hufflepuff gets ten points." Lockhart said happily, "You will surely become an internationally renowned wizard like me in the future.

Sure, you've achieved something now, although it's not as impressive as winning the Witch Weekly Best Smile Award five times in a row, but it's a start.

I was much more ordinary than you when I was thirteen."

Professor McGonagall twitched and clenched her teeth as she listened in the back.

Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, more glorious than the Order of Merlin?

How did he say that?

For something like that, even if she was offered a large sum of Galleons, she would still consider whether to take it.

It's so embarrassing. If my old friends see it, they might think that Hogwarts can't afford to pay salaries.

At this time, a group of people came out of the castle, including Harry, Hermione and Ron... Their first class was Herbology, and they needed to go to the greenhouse.

"I have to go." Lockhart patted Kyle's shoulder again.

"By the way, although I was just instructing Professor Sprout on how to heal the Whomping Willow, I don't want you to think that I'm better than her in herbology. I just happened to see a few of these strange plants during my travels..."

"Where did you meet him, Professor?"

Kyle suddenly asked, "I've always wanted to grow a Whomping Willow, but Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Sprout don't agree that I can dig it up. If it's in the wild, it should be fine."

"That's a very far place..." Lockhart thought for a moment and said, "And you may be disappointed. The Whomping Willow there is also someone else's private property, and they value it very much."

(End of this chapter)