"I think you could be a little bolder."

In the principal's room at Hogwarts, the portrait of Principal Armando Dippet was squatting next to a portrait of a knight with an excited look on his face, as if he was expecting something.

"Anyway, we are just portraits, so why are we being so rigid? It would be better to make those thorns twice as long."

"But if it gets longer, the mace will turn into a meteor hammer." Kyle picked up the palette again and said, "Would it be a little too bulky?"

"It doesn't matter, just enjoy it." Another big-nosed wizard squeezed over, "I've always wanted to try this kind of weapon, just go ahead and draw it."

Kyle nodded and traced the spikes again with his wand.

Kyle found Magic Portrait Technology from the bookshelf in Principal Dumbledore's office. He originally looked through it with the intention of giving it a try, but he didn't expect that it actually existed here.

To put it simply, you grind special herbs and ores into paint, use the wand as a paintbrush, and use magic words to embed the paint into the canvas.

If it is a portrait, another process is required, which is also the most difficult part, but decoration does not need to be so troublesome. As long as you have a rough understanding of alchemy, you can get started in a few days.

Moreover, the required ores and herbs can be found here, just in the utility room in the corner.

The only difficulty is my painting skills.

Kyle's skills are very average. What he draws is like graffiti and looks out of place in the whole painting.

Fortunately, he was self-aware of this and did not create directly on the principal's portrait. Instead, he went outside to find a random portrait of a knight and brought it in.

Although the knight himself was not happy for someone to add some messy things to his portrait, he finally compromised after the earnest 'persuasion' of several principals.

Hence the scene just now.

Kyle took the wand to modify the portrait and quickly completed the creation.

When he put down his wand, Principal Dippet immediately picked up the... mace... maybe a hammer?

Well, Kyle didn’t know what he drew. If he had to describe it, it was probably a big eggplant filled with iron drills.

Although the style was a bit strange, the principals seemed quite satisfied. Principal Dippet held it like a treasure and walked straight towards another portrait not far away.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Phineas was tied up there, and his mouth was blocked. He couldn't say anything. He could only struggle and whine.

It was obvious that he knew what was going to happen next.

"Do you need my help to cover the painting?" Kyle asked thoughtfully.

He is soft-hearted and cannot bear to see this.

"There's no need..." Dippet said, but after thinking about it, he changed his mind, "Forget it, let's cover it up. I need to maintain my image."

"No problem," said Kyle, and he found a velvet tablecloth and placed it over the portrait where Phineas sat.

No problem now.

"Someone, let him go. We are going to have a fair one-on-one duel... Don't let any of you help!"

The thick velvet tablecloth not only covered the portrait, but also blocked part of the sound. Kyle could only hear some intermittent shouting. Based on these, it was difficult for him to guess what happened inside.

But it can also be seen from here that the principals are probably quite boring on weekdays, so Kyle doesn't mind doing good deeds and giving them some fun.

But just when he was about to draw the second picture, Fox, who had been sleeping just now, suddenly woke up, then spread his wings and flapped twice.

This is a reminder to Kyle that someone is coming.

Kyle immediately stuffed everything in his hands and on the table into the drawer.

The person that Fox could specifically remind must not be Professor McGonagall. Who could it be that he came to Dumbledore at this time...

Kyle thought so, and at the same time, he quickly took out a piece of silver-white hair, threw it into the polyjuice potion that came from Slughorn, and drank it.

It tastes really bad...

But at this time, Kyle didn't have time to worry about the taste.

Soon, with two perfunctory bangs, the door to the principal's office was pushed open from the outside, and a person walked in quickly.

The black cloak was thrown behind him, and he looked like a lying bat walking upright.

"I heard you're back."

Snape walked to the middle of the principal's office and was about to say something when he suddenly frowned and sniffed around.

"What is the taste?"

Kyle panicked. Snape must have smelled the Polyjuice Potion. After all, he came too quickly and there was not enough time for the smell to dissipate.

"Magic potion, Horace wants me to agree to his purchase of thirty-five sets of automatic stirring crucibles, and insists on giving them to me." Kyle remained calm on the surface and pointed to a few bottles on the shelf next to him.

"Automatic stirring crucible..." Fortunately, Snape did not doubt this statement and sneered and stopped caring.

"When he meets a student like Longbottom, he knows how short-lasting those high-end goods are."

"Don't say that, Severus, Neville is still very good in some aspects."

"Yes, his mind is well preserved and always new." Snape said in a long voice: "Okay, you know I'm not here to discuss Longbottom with you."

"Then why did you come this time?"

"Potter," Snape said, "I need to remind you that it's best to keep an eye on him. The Death Eaters have recently been planning to lure him out of the school."

"Harry is not the kind of impulsive person. He knows where he is safest."

"Are you sure?" Snape smiled, although it wasn't very pretty.

"I've told you many times before that he, like his father, has a bad personality, is stupid, and more importantly... is self-righteous."

Snape listed Harry's shortcomings in detail, "Do you think he will listen to you and stay in school? I dare say that others only need to use a little trick to make him run out of school on his own."

"Remember the crystal ball from the Department of Mysteries? When Potter left school and went to the Ministry of Magic to be a hero, he probably didn't discuss it with you at all."

"But we all found out later, didn't we?"

"Yes, because he naively thought that by riding the Thestral, he could hide it from everyone, but he forgot that not everyone could not see the Thestral. At the same time, he also saved his own life." Snee.

Pu said, "But this just shows his stupidity."

"Severus, maybe we should pay more attention to his advantages."

"So you're telling me that theory again? He has a good heart?"

Snape looked a little impatient, "But being kind-hearted can't help him resist the death curse. If that guy Kyle hadn't happened to be there, he might not have been able to hold on for you to rush over."

"To be honest, I really don't understand where he got so many... fantastic ideas. I just saw some insignificant fragments from the Dark Lord's memory, and I foolishly thought that I could solve all problems on my own.

.

"He's not even as good as Kyle at this point. At least Kyle knows how to use magical animals to deal with Death Eaters instead of just stupidly using a wand to do it himself."

"Um...Severus." Kyle couldn't help but make some noise, interrupting Snape who was talking incessantly.

What does it mean to be worse than Kyle? This sounds so awkward. He usually arranges himself with Dumbledore like this?

"What do you want to say?" Snape glanced at him, "Don't tell me your theory again. I have my own judgment."

"No, you misunderstood. What I actually want to say is, are you a little biased against Kyle? As far as I know, other professors think he is pretty good, and even Minerva thinks he has the potential to become the new principal.

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Snape said nothing, but looked at him with a strange look, "I don't deny this, but so what."

"I mean... you can try to accept him. At least I personally think that there are few young wizards of the same age who are... well, better than him."

Although he was acting like Dumbledore now, Kyle was still a little embarrassed to praise himself. In order to ease the atmosphere, he could only pick up the cup on the table and pretend to drink tea.

"Excellent?" Snape raised his eyebrows, "Are you referring to the act of coaxing an eleven-year-old witch before sorting and telling her that the Sorting is about facing the Death Curse? That is excellent?"

Kyle's hand holding the cup shook so that he could spit out the tea he just drank.

He never expected that it was all seven years ago and that Snape would still remember it. Not only did he remember it, he would also tell it.

"Of course not, but Severus, I think...Kyle's intention is actually not bad." He explained with some guilt: "We all know that using the Sorting House to scare the freshmen is a small tradition among British wizards.

, anyone who comes from a wizarding family has experienced it, right?"

"Sorry, I don't have one," Snape said calmly.

"it's a pity."

"What's the pity?"

"You missed a very interesting memory."

"I don't think so." Snape shook his head.

Kyle wanted to say something more.

He suddenly found that this was a good opportunity to use Dumbledore's identity to persuade Snape to let go of his prejudices from another angle.

But Snape didn't seem to want to hear this.

"Okay, I'm not here to talk to you about Kyle today, we're talking about Potter." He continued to know, "The Dark Lord has never given up on killing him."

"As long as he is in school, he will be safe. Tom dare not declare war on Hogwarts at this time."
To be continued...