In the afternoon, Kyle went to Hagrid's cabin.

"Kyle, why are you here?"

In the wooden house, Hagrid enthusiastically handed him a plate of rock cakes and said, "Thank you for your gift. I like it very much."

The dragon models were placed on the only table in the cabin. Hagrid seemed to be afraid that they would fall down, so he installed a small fence around the table.

It can be said that he cares about it very much.

Kyle did not take the plate of rock cakes, but shook his head and said, "Hagrid, I can't eat anything right now."

"That's true. Your stomach should be full of turkey and sausages." Hagrid didn't care. He picked up a piece of rock cake and took a bite. He said, "What do you want to talk to me about? Let me make it clear first. I won't take you to the Forbidden Forest."

"I'm not going to the Forbidden Forest." Kyle said, "I came here to ask you if you know a wizard named Prince."

"Prince? I remember this last name was..."

When Hagrid said this, he suddenly paused, then patted his head with his hand and said, "Sorry, Kyle, I may have caught a cold these days. I always feel dizzy and can't remember many things.

Oh, by the way...Poppy asked me to go find her after the party."

Hagrid stood up suddenly and said hurriedly, "Sorry, Kyle, I have to go to the school hospital now.

If I remember, I'll write you."

"Okay." Kyle sighed a little disappointedly and followed Hagrid out of the cabin.

It seems that I can only wait until Chris is done with his work and then write to him to ask if he knows.

Kyle didn't plan to ask other professors about this matter except Hagrid.

Professor McGonagall and the others were too tight-lipped. If that "Prince" was really related to Snape, they would never say it even if they knew.

…

After returning to the castle from the cabin, Kyle, who had nothing to do, went to the library again and continued to read the hardcover book he had just borrowed in the morning.

This is a biography that tells the legendary life of a duel master.

The master is a true master. According to the content in the book, he has never lost a duel since the first time he came into contact with it. He even set a record of winning 200 games in a row and won the duel championship for eleven consecutive times.

This record has not been broken so far. Even when Professor Flitwick was young, his most consecutive victories were only 115.

However, this master's biographies were not very good. He just used a short sentence to quickly brush over the profound and complex theories of magic that required step-by-step analysis and understanding.

Just like doing math problems, usually after writing down a "solution", you need at least three or five formulas to deduce the answer.

But this master was different. He didn’t even write down the solution, he just threw out the answer directly.

It's useful, but not much.

In addition... although he mentioned a lot of tips on casting spells in a teaching tone, his expressions were very vague.

"When facing a moving enemy, you should gently rotate your wrist at the right time when casting a spell."

"In order to make the spell's attack range farther, the wand should be raised slightly, but not too high, otherwise it will miss the target. Just follow your feeling."

"If you feel lost in a duel, just ask your wand. It will tell you which way to go next."

…

The right time is when...

What does it mean to rely on feelings?

These words gave Kyle a headache, but he was reluctant to give up on them, so he could only try his best to figure out what the other party wanted to express, and then go to the Room of Requirement to practice over and over again.

It was not a very thick book, and he didn't finish reading it until the end of the vacation.

The day before school started, Kyle went to the library to return a book.

Madam Pince took the book and checked it as usual, and put it away after making sure there was no problem.

Just as Kyle was about to find another book to read from the shelf next to him, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

"I suggest you stop borrowing biographical books like this."

"What?" Kyle turned around in confusion.

Madam Pince sat in a chair, flipping through the hardcover book expressionlessly. "The content of this book is not complicated, but you spent two whole weeks reading it. It's obvious that it's not suitable for you."

Kyle was a little surprised. This was the first time he saw Madam Pince take the initiative to talk to the little wizard, and the topic they talked about was outside the scope of her work.

After coming to his senses, Kyle quickly asked, "Are you saying that my foundation is too poor?"

"No, your basic knowledge of magic is very good. Judging from the borrowed books list, you have even surpassed many third-year students."

Madam Pince raised her eyes and said, "But if you want to understand the biography of a legendary wizard, you need experience and knowledge."

Kyle smacked his lips. He really couldn't refute that.

He is only a first year, and apart from dealing with magical creatures, he doesn't have much experience in other areas.

"If you really want to learn something, don't waste your time on biographies like this."

Madam Pince stretched out her hand, pointed to a bookshelf not far away and said, "I suggest you go over there and take a look."

Kyle barely gave it a second thought, and as soon as Madam Pince finished speaking, he walked towards the bookshelf.

Madam Pince has said so much, we have to wait and see.

Besides, he hadn't thought about what book he should borrow this time, what if there was one that interested him?

…

It turns out that listening to advice helps you eat your fill.

Five minutes later, Kyle came back with a thick book.

The Change of Spell: Tracing the Origin

Madam Pince's expression changed slightly, but soon returned to normal.

After writing the borrowing slip, Kyle did not choose to stay in the library. Instead, he put the book back in the dormitory and planned to read it later.

Today is the last day of vacation and he still has some things to do.

Kyle went to the Room of Requirement first. As soon as he entered the door, a group of furry little creatures surrounded him.

The five moon beasts stared at Kyle with their big round eyes.

Kyle touched their heads one by one and asked, "It's daytime now, why aren't you sleeping?"

One of the moon-crazy beasts tilted its head and cooed twice.

"Are you afraid to sleep because you're afraid someone will come?" Kyle said with a smile, "Don't worry, no one else will come here except me."

After hearing what Kyle said, the Moon Beasts returned to the cave that the Room of Requirement had built for them.

(End of this chapter)