At six o'clock in the evening, the young wizards were bustling toward the Great Hall.
There, they would fill their stomachs—empty after an afternoon of classes—with a sumptuous feast.
Kyle didn't run over to the Hufflepuff table to eat; instead, wearing his Badger house robes, he mingled into the pride of Gryffindor lions.
Hermione was quite surprised to see Kyle table-hopping for dinner.
However, the students in second year and above had long since gotten used to the members of the "Father-Tormentors Alliance" swapping tables during the previous school year, so they weren't surprised at all.
"Kyle? What are you doing over here?" Hermione asked.
"I have some business with George and Fred," Kyle answered without lifting his head, his eyes scanning the delicacies on the table as he selected the food he wanted.
He was very interested in the magical firearm modification plan the twin brothers had mentioned the previous night.
However, since George and Fred had poor alcohol tolerance, they had ended up under the table before the conversation had barely begun.
Coupled with a full schedule of classes all day today, he could only chat with them about it now, in the Great Hall at night.
Skewering a sausage with his fork, Kyle looked at the brothers. "Do you have a modification plan yet?"
"I think the magazine can be replaced with some kind of energy-storing substance, plus a conversion rune to turn the magic in the storage material into magic bullets..."
"This way, we can have infinite ammo until the magic runs out. Plus, we can attach different attributes to the magic, creating effects like freezing or acid corrosion."
The soup spoon in Hermione's hand fell onto her plate with a clang. Her eyes were filled with shock as she looked at Kyle. "You possess firearms?"
"Relax, relax," Kyle waved his hand carelessly. "They're just some Muggle firearms. The wand in your hand is a hundred times more dangerous than them."
"But..." Hermione was momentarily speechless. "That's illegal!"
"Muggle laws don't apply to the Wizarding World." Kyle turned his head and continued chatting with the brothers about alchemical modifications.
There weren't many modification options for those ordinary firearms; it was mostly just replacing physical bullets with magic bullets and adding elemental attributes to them.
All that was left for them to do was strike a balance between the power of the magic bullets and the magic consumed to condense them.
Kyle picked up a glass of pumpkin juice to moisten his dry throat. "How do you plan to modify the RPG?"
The Little Beaver's brow twitched. These dangerous elements actually possessed an RPG?
Even the kids from the Fighting Nation weren't this hardcore, were they?
No, she had to find a chance to tell Professor Dumbledore.
Compared to possessing weapons of mass destruction, breaking school rules was completely trivial.
If Kyle and the others had just broken a rule or two, Hermione would have turned a blind eye out of loyalty to her friends.
But hiding a stockpile of munitions inside the school...
She couldn't ignore that no matter what.
Fred scooped up a large spoonful of mashed potatoes. "If only we knew the Fiendfyre Curse."
"Our original idea was to seal Fiendfyre inside the rocket warhead."
George spread his hands. "It's a pity we don't know that magic, nor do we have the incantation."
Miss Beaver pricked up her ears. "Fiendfyre Curse" didn't sound like magic used by normal wizards. She had to note this down too, and then report it to Professor Dumbledore.
Kyle took a bite of the chicken leg in his hand. "Fiendfyre is very dangerous magic. I suggest you don't try it lightly unless you have sufficient magical control."
Glancing at Hermione—who thought she was concealing it well, but whose eavesdropping was actually plain as day to them—Kyle leaned in closer to the brothers and whispered at a volume the Little Beaver couldn't hear:
"We can refer to the principles of Muggle napalm to modify the rocket. Its effects are similar to Fiendfyre—equally hard to extinguish—but it's a bit easier to control than Fiendfyre."
Unable to eavesdrop on the confidential content, Hermione wrinkled her nose. No need to guess; these three restless guys were definitely plotting something even more dangerous. She absolutely had to report this to Professor Dumbledore.
Hermione looked up at Dumbledore at the staff table and secretly made up her mind.
After finishing her meal in the Great Hall, Hermione stood up hurriedly, planning to shake off these three dangerous elements possessing illegal weapons, and then find a chance to report to Professor Dumbledore.
Kyle looked at the hurried Hermione with confusion. "Hermione, where are you going in such a rush?"
Hermione's body stiffened. She turned around slowly and tried to explain in a matter-of-fact tone, "To the library. If I don't go early, there won't be any seats left later."
"Good heavens! It's only the first day of school!"
"I've never seen a first-year freshman go to the library on the first day of school!"
The twin brothers exclaimed with exaggerated expressions.
"As a student, isn't it normal to go to the library to study?" The studious Little Beaver was very confused.
George winked at Hermione. "I know someone."
"He's been at Hogwarts for four months," Fred quickly picked up George's sentence.
"Yet he hasn't even stepped through the library doors."
"But as for the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade..."
Kyle viciously jabbed Fred in the ribs, interrupting him just in time. "Do you want to taste the One Thousand Years of Death?"
Miss Beaver, who instantly understood who the "someone" Fred mentioned was, covered her mouth and snickered.
Kyle, whose nature as a slacker had been exposed, looked at Hermione and touched his nose in embarrassment.
"Staying at Hogwarts for four months without visiting the library once, it really is shameful. So..."
Hearing the word "So," the Little Beaver paused slightly, an ominous premonition rising in her heart.
"I'll go to the library too," Kyle finished his sentence.
Hermione: ???
She just wanted to find an excuse to slip away!?
How did it turn into actually going to the library???
Kyle waved to Hannah, who was walking in their direction. "Hannah, want to go to the library together?"
"Sure, sure!" Hearing Kyle's initiative to invite her, Hannah nodded like a pounding pestle, agreeing immediately.
"Do you guys want to come..." Kyle turned his head to look at the twin brothers, intending to invite them, but saw teasing smiles on both their faces.
That wretched look made one want to give them a One Thousand Years of Death.
The two were definitely thinking about something inappropriate. Kyle narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Sensing the killing intent gradually surfacing, George and Fred greased their feet and fled instantly.
Only the phrase "We won't disturb you then" was left echoing in the air.
Watching George and Fred's receding backs, Kyle regretfully released the Tiger Seal he had formed with his hands.
"Let's go, to the library."
That night, the Little Beaver, who had been wanting to slip away to report to Dumbledore but couldn't find a chance, sat on pins and needles in the library for two hours.
Having finally endured until the library's closing time, the Little Beaver wandered around the castle in utter confusion after coming out.
"Where exactly is Headmaster Dumbledore's office..."
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