The alchemical mist was one of Beauxbatons' most important defensive measures, and Nicolas Flamel had also used it at the entrance to his own estate. Its purpose went without saying.
Kyle's alchemy was nowhere near Viktor's or Nicolas Flamel's level, but he did not need to protect all of Hogwarts. He only needed to create a patch along the edge of the Forbidden Forest that would block the castle's view.
It was not particularly difficult. By the end of the day, the runic framework was mostly carved out. Hagrid had made more than a dozen trips between the hut and the castle, and once he had confirmed there were no issues from any direction, Kyle put down his wand.
This was not something that could be finished in a day or two. He could take his time with the remaining details.
"Have something to eat. I brought this specially from the kitchens." Hagrid walked over carrying an entire roasted beef leg and shoved it into Kyle's hands without giving him a choice.
Kyle's arms sank, and he nearly dropped it on the ground. For a moment, he suspected Hagrid had mistaken him for Grawp.
"Thanks... I guess."
"Ah, no need to be polite."
Kyle twitched his lips. Holding the beef leg, he had no idea where to start, so in the end, he used his wand to cut off a piece.
When he looked back at Hagrid, the man had sidled up to the Hungarian Horntail again, apparently having completely forgotten how many wounds its tail had lashed into him.
But the Horntail had been busy all day and was a little tired now. It lay on the ground with its eyes closed, acting as though it had not seen Hagrid at all.
Hagrid got his wish and touched the