After being blown into a ball of mist for who knows how many times, Bogut, who could no longer bear it, hid in the bottle and refused to say anything. He chose to use silence to resist the hard-hearted Kyle, and this time Fred and George were helpless.

Before, when Boggart was angry, they were able to use their superb acting skills to pretend to be scared, giving it a sense of accomplishment that it had never had before.

Even if it's fake, it's already pretty good. Once the mood is good, the brainless Bogut will continue to cooperate with Kyle.

But it doesn't work this time.

Perhaps because it had been bombed too many times, even the brainless Boggart sensed that something was wrong. No matter how much Fred and George screamed, it never showed its head.

"It's learned its lesson!" George rubbed his throat and drank a glass of water in big gulps.

He had been screaming for half an hour, and his throat felt like it was on fire.

"It's not learning to be smart, it's instinct." Fred also held a cup in his hand, "Kyle has been blowing it up since Hogwarts' holiday, and now Hogwarts is about to start school."

"Honestly, the Boggart is already relatively slow among its kind for only resisting now."

"That's true. Even I sometimes feel sorry for it." George waved his wand and poured himself another glass of water.

"More than a dozen killing curses a day. Fortunately, the Boggart has no sense, otherwise it will definitely kill you."

Kyle was staring at a stone in his hand without saying a word. After a long time, he raised his head.

"That's not true. If other wizards see Boggarts, they will basically destroy them.

"However, since it has helped me so much, I have decided to find a suitable habitat for it."

While speaking, Kyle picked up the bottle on the ground and shook it. Seeing that there was no movement inside, he casually put it on the table next to him.

"You want to raise a Boggart?" Fred frowned, and his look was as if he had seen the gray-haired mouse Percy picked up from the garden for the first time, full of disgust.

Because in the wizarding world, Boggarts, like vixens, multi-shelled beetles, and ghouls, are the most troublesome pests for every wizard.

Especially the Boggart, you never know when it will hide in a house where a wizard lives.

Imagine opening your closet door and seeing the thing you fear the most.

It could be a spider the size of a tire or a snake that fills your entire closet.

This explains why creatures like Boggart are unpopular.

After those frightened wizards came to their senses, they would basically choose to kill the Boggart to vent their anger out of humiliation... There is no threshold for the Funny Spell, and any wizard can learn it. It is simple and convenient.

"What's wrong with a Boggart? Doesn't the Burrow also have a ghoul?" Kyle glanced at them. "They are all pests. You can't look at a Boggart with prejudice."

"Ghouls at least have some intelligence and can communicate."

"You can also help look after the house. Last time a goblin tried to sneak into the house through the window, he was chased away by the ghouls."

"It also eats foxes."

Fred and George talked to each other, as if they wanted to tell Kyle that even though they were pests, ghouls were more suitable to be kept at home than boggarts.

But Kyle didn't care at all.

Anyway, he had no intention of letting the Boggart settle down in the house. The box was big enough that a Boggart could be stuffed in any corner.

"Forget it, keep it if you want." Fred waved his hand and said, "I'm more concerned about your Horcrux spell."

"I've got some clues," Kyle said, "but I need to try a few more times. If everything goes well, I can go to St. Mungo's in a few months."

"How many more months?" Fred opened his mouth and couldn't help muttering, "Why is it taking so long?"

He hadn't been to the store in Diagon Alley for a long time, and it seemed that business was much worse.

School is about to start, and all Hogwarts students and new students will go to Diagon Alley. They want to make a fortune at this time.

"Otherwise, do you think you're researching quick-acting candies for skipping classes?" Kyle couldn't help but laugh, "And if I really want to say it, I can go to St. Mungo's right now, but I can't.

"Neville is my friend. I can't use a magic that only exists in theory, and it's dark magic, on his parents."

"It's fine if it succeeds, but what if it doesn't... their whole family are Aurors and have given their all to the wizarding world. I can't take that risk."

"But you are saving them." George said in a low voice, and it was obvious that even he was a little unconfident.

"That's a problem too." Kyle shrugged, "This is St. Mungo's, and what I'm doing is expressly prohibited.

"Continue to prepare, study repeatedly, and ensure that everything is foolproof. This is also Dean Sassia's intention... No, now it is said that it is Professor Sassia's intention."

"Wait...what did you say?" Fred reached out and grabbed Kyle. "Who is this Sassia you're talking about?"

"Who else could it be? The Headmaster of St. Mungo's."

"But the professor you just mentioned..."

"Oh, that's right. She retired just a month ago." Kyle explained, "She wanted to retire a long time ago, but because some things have been delayed until now, she didn't want to occupy that position forever, so she chose to retire after dealing with most of the things."

"What does this have to do with the professor?"

"Don't be impatient." Kyle glanced at Fred who was speaking, "When Professor Sassia retired, she also submitted an application to Headmistress Minerva McGonagall, actively applying for the position of Hogwarts Potions Professor."

"Principal McGonagall has already agreed. Half an hour after receiving the letter, she sent the offer letter and reply.

"So after this semester starts, she will be a professor at Hogwarts."

Fred and George stared at each other, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Sassia, the chief potion master of the Extraordinary Apothecary Association, the recipient of the Order of Merlin, first class, and one of the few people who can appear on the Chocolate Frog card alive, is going to Hogwarts to be a potion professor...

Why does it feel so fake?

The fact that Hogwarts had a Dumbledore had already made other magic schools envious, but unexpectedly, just as Dumbledore left, another Sassia came.

Who will it be next time, Newt Scamander or Nicolas Flamel…

Wait, these two guys also seem to have a good relationship with Kyle.

Not to mention the people from other magic schools, even the two of them felt a pang of anguish after hearing the news.

After all, no matter how powerful or famous Dumbledore is, he cannot be used as Galleons.

But Sashiya can... As long as it is a potion she brews, even if it is just the kind used for demonstration in class, there will be a lot of people who will pay several times or even dozens of times the price to buy it when it is put on the market.

"So, you're just upset that you didn't seize this opportunity to make a small fortune?" Kyle looked at them with disdain, "Your Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes business isn't that bad, is it? You still have to care about a few Galleons."

"It's not Galleons, it's reputation." George shook his finger and said seriously.

"You don't understand." Fred's face was also serious. "Let me put it this way. In the past ten years or so, Dean Sassia's works have almost disappeared from the market. As long as we can sell them on her behalf, the potions in our store will immediately become best-sellers."

"Huh?" Kyle blinked.

To be honest, he hadn't realized that Sashiya's potion was so... popular.

Maybe it was because they were close friends. Whenever Sasia developed a new potion, as long as it used basilisk materials, she would basically give a few bottles to Kyle.

And Snape is also a famous potion master, but he hasn't been so exaggerated.

Kyle smacked his lips, and when he looked up, he saw two identical faces.

"hey-hey……"

"Kyle..."

The two men rubbed their hands together, flattery almost overflowing from their faces.

"Don't even think about it." Before they could speak, Kyle spoke first: "I can't help you steal Professor Sassia's potion. If you have any ideas, go to Hogwarts by yourself."

"Don't be so quick to refuse." Fred continued to smile, "We can pay for it."

"I have no shortage of money."

"We can help. We can do anything you ask us to do."

"We can also offer our younger brother as a sacrifice." Fred suddenly thought of something and said, "He doesn't know there is a Boggart here yet. We can just find a reason to lure him here, and that will surely satisfy the Boggart."

Kyle twitched his lips. He didn't expect Fred to be so shameless that he didn't want to let Ron go even after he graduated.

"No need." Kyle immediately rejected his proposal for Ron's sake, "I don't really need a Boggart now."

Kyle showed the stone in his hand to the two men.

Nothing special, just the most common stone on the roadside.

But now, on this ordinary stone, there is a faint layer of something that is hard to tell.

It feels like a very thin layer of gauze that can be blown away by a slight breeze, but it also seems to be growing on the stone, and no matter how it sways and flies, it will eventually return to its original position.

"This is……"

“Could it be…”

"This is the fragment of the Boggart's soul, or a part of its body." Kyle nodded.

“Technically speaking, I have succeeded, but the situation of Boggart is rather special, so I am not sure whether this stone is considered a Horcrux or not.

"Now you understand, Boggart is not particularly important to me."

"And if necessary, I can find another Boggart. Such creatures are not uncommon, and Hogwarts happens to have quite a few abandoned classrooms."

Fred and George looked at each other.

No wonder Kyle just said that he could go help the Longbottom family right now.

Making Horcruxes for others...

There is no need to study hard about Horcruxes, nor to take any risk of making mistakes. As long as Kyle is willing, he can make anyone achieve immortality easily.

If this news were to get out, Kyle's fame would probably surpass Dumbledore overnight and he would become the most sought-after figure in the entire wizarding world, and be highly sought after.

However, Kyle didn't seem to care much about it. He threw it out and caught it as if it were an ordinary stone.

In fact, Fred and George overestimated it.

Whether you make a Horcrux yourself or have someone help you, the first step is to split the soul.

Kyle chose the simplest one, which is also an extension of the original version, also using the killing curse...

By the way, since the Battle of Hogwarts, his understanding and application of the Killing Curse can be described as rapid progress.

Before, the damage of his Killing Curse was not as strong as that of the Repulsive Curse. It was so weak that it couldn't be weaker. But after the Battle of Hogwarts, his Killing Curse could even make Norbert feel fear.

He had used it once before in the box, and Norbert stayed away from him for a long time afterwards. It was an instinctive fear that was difficult to overcome.

I have to admit that it is impossible to learn the Killing Curse if the magic power is too pure, no matter how hard you try.

So Kyle didn't mind someone coming to him for help. As long as someone could survive his killing curse and still be alive, he would help make the Horcrux.

And there is no limit to the quantity, he can make as many as he wants, he can even prepare some more commemorative Horcrux carriers.

No money charged.

Fred and George didn't know what Kyle was thinking, but they both changed the subject back to the topic.

"In that case, we can also help you with other things."

"Tell me what you want us to do."

"Just speak up!"

"Then... I'll let you help me perfect the Horcrux magic." Kyle naturally knew what they were thinking.

"Haven't you learned it?" Fred blurted out.

"I'm talking about perfection." Kyle shook the stone. "Have you ever seen soul fragments floating outside?"

"If you want to refuse, just say so." Fred rolled his eyes.

During this period, he and George immersed themselves in the dark magic books almost as soon as they opened their eyes, even during their meals and drinks.

Let's just say that they had never worked so hard the day before their Hogwarts NEWT exam.

But even so, having learned a lot about Horcrux theory, they could only help Kyle comfort the Boggart.

If it weren't for the legendary thing called 'Horcrux', they would have quit long ago.

"Isn't my refusal obvious enough?" Kyle sneered. "I said from the beginning that I will never help you steal Professor Sassia's potion."

"Why!"

Fred stiffened his neck and George looked angry.

"We are friends, best friends..."

"Because of the aphrodisiacs you sell in your store." Kyle said lightly.

George's words got stuck in his throat, and then he closed his mouth silently.

"There are also hair loss potions, hiccup potions, dung-scented refreshers, hair dye that shines even at night, and invisibility potions that only hide clothes..."

Every time Kyle said something, Fred and George felt more guilty. In the end, they didn't dare to look at Kyle anymore, but just stared at the ground with their heads down.

"If Professor Sassia knew I was using her potions to promote these things, do you think she would stuff me into a cauldron?"

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(End of this chapter)