Chapter 7: What Mischiefs Can a Little Wizard Cause?(Edited)

Evening

Corridor outside the Great Hall of Hogwarts Castle

Dumbledore was leaning against the wall lazily.

"Dumbledore, I've been looking for you all day. I think we need to have a serious talk!"

"You know what I want to discuss."

"About that child..."

"I don't know what convinced you to approve his enrollment."

Snape's face was as dark as it could be.

"This year... is the year of enrollment, and you let a devil into the school at this time?"

"To make your ridiculous chosen one training plan more perfect?"

He's been lurking in Knockturn Alley since he was six.

His hands have been stained with the blood of at least three hundred people.

What does that mean?

It can be said that the entire group of dark wizards in Knockturn Alley has been completely replaced over the past few years.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if such a person came to Hogwarts.

"Oh, Severus, calm down."

"It's just rumors. Believe me, the child isn't as bad as you think."

Dumbledore shrugged with a smile on his face.

"Not as bad as I think? He's been in Azkaban three times."

"But that was the Ministry of Magic's illegal operation, wasn't it? They have no evidence."

"I still believe personally that there is goodness in everyone's hearts."

"As teachers, we need to guide them correctly."

"Goodness? Ha!" Snape's gaze remained dark.

"Have you seen a picture of that person? He looks like when he was young..."

"Of course, precisely because I've seen the picture, I am convinced that his two pets are quite remarkable."

"One of them gives off a feeling..."

"How should I put it, like the warmth of the sun."

"To gain approval from such companions means something. Naturally, I don't need to say more, right?"

"As for what you said about his resemblance to that person..."

"The pure-blood families in the wizarding world are all related in some way; there's nothing to say about that. If you look closely, you'll find only a slight resemblance."

"And his name appeared in the Book of Admittance, you know, it's a tradition that Hogwarts has maintained for who knows how many years."

"Even if I am the headmaster, I cannot stop him from enrolling."

Magical creatures have spirits.

Like Dumbledore's phoenix, not every member of the family will be recognized by the phoenix.

Only those who are kind-hearted and have strong magic can.

This is also why Dumbledore was certain that there was goodness in Kyle's character.

"But rest assured, I will keep an eye on that child."

"But..."

"No 'buts,' Severus, I am the headmaster..." Dumbledore pushed up his glasses.

The conversation ended.

"Humph, you will regret this!"

With a cold remark, Snape flicked his cloak and left like a bat flying close to the ground.

Regret?

Dumbledore shook his head.

He had been teaching for half a lifetime.

If there was ever regret, it was only once.

That was when Voldemort's shadow loomed over the wizarding world.

But it was different from what ordinary people thought.

The regret was not that he didn't kill Voldemort before he grew up.

But why he didn't guide him properly from the beginning.

In Dumbledore's eyes, Kyle's talents and abilities far exceeded Voldemort's.

Most importantly.

His kindness was evident to see.

What harm could a young wizard do under his watch?

...

**Hogwarts Platform**

Hagrid stood there like a wall, holding a lamp.

Welcoming new students was a task he repeated every year.

Year after year.

He had become quite accustomed to it.

Soon, the sound of the train could be heard from afar.

Faintly, one could see a black dragon approaching on the tracks.

It was the Hogwarts Express.

Hagrid adjusted his expression.

Lifting the lamp higher.

As a half-giant, he craved others' approval even more.

For this, he even forced out a smile.

But this smile froze as the train pulled in.

Or rather...

Can this even be called a train?

No windows, fine, but what about the top of the train?

Could someone tell me what's going on?

As the train stopped, young wizards began to disembark one by one.

Unlike previous years, they were all wrapped up in bulky clothes.

And occasionally, they wiped their noses.

They had been freezing all the way.

Eight out of ten of these young wizards had caught a cold by now.

"Alright, first-year students, first-year students, come over here!"

Hagrid cleared his throat and began his work.

Calling out for the first-year students to come over.

They needed to take a boat ride to retrace the journey of the four founders of Hogwarts entering the castle.

In doing so, they would forge a magical bond and receive the castle's protection.

In previous years, as soon as he called, the new students would gather around. But this time...

"Wow, I don't want to go to Hogwarts."

"Sniff... I want to go home!"

"Mummy, there are giants, I don't want to fight giants!"

As soon as Hagrid finished speaking, cries and shouts suddenly erupted in front of him.

Giants?

Where are the giants?

Hagrid subconsciously looked around.

After a moment...

Hiss!

These new students were a bit rude!