Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Originally, Chris was planning to return to the Ministry of Magic. After the Triwizard Tournament, as one of the referees, he still had a lot of finishing work to complete...such as returning the magical animals that appeared in the maze to their original places.

It's easy to say that the part provided by Hagrid just needs to be returned to the Forbidden Forest, but there are also many magical animals provided by Newt, and Chris needs to send them back.

But after what happened just now, he suddenly changed his mind. Before leaving Hogwarts, he wanted to go find Dumbledore first.

"I think you'd better go later, or choose another time." Kyle reminded: "Minister Fudge is also in the principal's office, and the atmosphere there is probably not going to be that good."

"It's okay, I can wait." Chris said, and then glanced solemnly in the direction of the castle.

As a member of the Ministry of Magic, he certainly knew what kind of character Fudge was, and he also knew that he was absolutely unwilling to believe the news of Voldemort's resurrection.

Therefore, the chat between Dumbledore and him was unlikely to be very pleasant.

"They are in the principal's office. Do you want to go directly?" Kyle asked, "Or do you want to wait for a while? We can go to the lounge to eat something first. I'm a little hungry."

"No, that's not necessary." Chris stared at the corner, where he could vaguely hear the sound of chaotic footsteps.

"Evidence, Dumbledore, you can't fool me with a memory that you don't know is true or false!"

Fudge's somewhat angry voice came, "Or are you willing to accept the nonsense of those two children? Stop joking."

Then came Dumbledore's voice.

"I've said it many times, Connelly, I was there at the time, you can have the Auror check my memory."

"Memories can be faked...especially for a wizard like you."

"I can guarantee that it will never be." Dumbledore said. "Listen to me, Cornelius, it's not too late now. We must act immediately and send envoys to the giants... lest they stand on Voldemort's side again. there."

"Send a messenger to the giants!" Fudge screamed: "What kind of crazy talk is this? People hate giants so much, Dumbledore... If the wizarding world knows that I have dealings with giants... I, the minister, will Don’t even think about doing it anymore!”

"Connelly, you are too obsessed with your official position, which makes you lose your due judgment..."

"Absurd, you must be crazy, just because of the nonsense of two children..."

The group of people got closer and closer, and soon Fudge noticed this side.

"Oh, Chris." He quickly changed the subject: "Have you seen Kyle? I have something to ask him?"

"What?" Chris turned his head subconsciously, but found that he was alone here at some point.

Kyle didn't want to contact Fudge at this time. It could be seen from the conversation between the two just now. It was useless to say anything now.

He didn't even trust Dumbledore's memory, so naturally he wouldn't change his mind just because of his few words. He needed to think of other ways to do this.

Before that, he didn't want to argue too much with Fudge, nor did he want to make himself unhappy.

Although he didn't know the directional magic of the Department of Mysteries, fortunately it was late at night and the Disappearance Spell worked well.

At least Fudge didn't notice his location.

"No, he should have returned to the castle." Chris also guessed what Kyle was thinking and said calmly.

"Then let's go to the school hospital first." Dumbledore said, "Harry is there, he can also testify."

"Ha... testify?" Fudge let out a harsh laugh, "Crazy, crazy... I want to see what ridiculous things you can make up."

Dumbledore turned his head, his eyes paused for a moment on Kyle who was under the Disillusionment Curse, and then said:

"You can come too, Chris, if you're not in a hurry to go back."

"Okay." Chris nodded and followed.

Several people quickly crossed the courtyard and disappeared around the corner of the stairs leading to the school hospital.

At the same time, Kyle also lifted the illusion curse and couldn't help but rub his forehead.

Dumbledore was too anxious. The tougher his attitude towards Fudge, the more counterproductive it would be.

Maybe this method worked before, but now Fudge no longer needs to rely on Dumbledore's name to prop up the scene.

Without the threat of Crouch, Fudge had just tasted the sweetness of monopolizing power, and it would be unwise to go against him at this time.

But there was nothing that could be done about it. Whether Fudge wanted to believe it or not, this matter had to be said, and it could only be said by Dumbledore.

If it had been anyone else, Fudge probably wouldn't have even listened... no matter who it was.

It was just that Harry might have to work harder, as he would be woken up not long after he fell asleep.

Kyle sighed and walked towards the castle.

When he returned to the castle, he met Mrs. Weasley who looked anxious, as well as Bill and Charlie.

"Kyle, I'm so glad you're okay." Mrs. Weasley ran over quickly, "Where's Harry, have you seen him?"

"Harry is in the school hospital." Kyle said. He noticed that Mrs. Weasley's face suddenly turned pale, and quickly explained: "He just drank the Dreamless Sleeping Potion and fell asleep there."

"That's good, that's good." Mrs. Weasley said happily.

"Hermione said Harry was missing." Charlie came over and whispered: "Then we went to find Professor Dumbledore, and we happened to meet Sirius, and he told us everything."

"So is that all true?" Bill looked grave, "The mysterious man is really resurrected?"

"It's absolutely true..." Kyle said, "I saw it, and so did Harry and Professor Dumbledore."

"Oh..." Bill gasped.

Mrs. Weasley's hand holding Kyle also trembled violently.

"I suggest you go find Harry later." Kyle said, "The principal and Fudge have just left. How about we go to the Hufflepuff common room for a while? We can have something to eat first. I I’m really hungry.”

"No, we have to help him." Mrs. Weasley said with a pale face: "I know what kind of person Fudge is. He will not believe this, nor will he believe Harry. With me here, Harry could at least relax.

"Bill, go and inform your father that Dumbledore needs our help."

"Okay, Mom."

Mrs. Weasley walked quickly towards the school hospital, and Bill and Charlie also turned around and went to the owl loft. In the blink of an eye, Kyle was the only one left here again.

Okay... there should be no one around now.

Kyle shrugged and finally returned to the Hufflepuff common room.

The lounge was brightly lit, and there were many cakes and delicious snacks on the table.

As a Hufflepuff tradition, Kyle won the Triwizard Tournament, so it was natural to celebrate.

It's just that he came back a little too late. There weren't many people left in the lounge, and most people had gone to bed by now, so it wasn't a good time to celebrate.

However, everyone still congratulated Kyle and agreed to give him another celebration party tomorrow, and Kyle agreed.

He walked over to the table, picked up a sandwich and took a big bite.

"What happened? Why did you come back so late?" Kangna handed him a glass of lemonade.

"It's a big deal, it's a big deal." Kyle took a few sips of the lemonade, and the sour taste made him sober.

"Isn't the Triwizard Tournament over? What else can happen?" Cedric asked in confusion.

"I can't explain in a sentence or two." Kyle glanced at the few people in the lounge and said, "Follow me."

He led Connor and Cedric to a table in the far corner.

"Perhaps you may not believe it, but I must say...Voldemort is resurrected."

"boom!"

Cedric dropped the butterbeer in his hand.

"Ha, that's not a good joke." He laughed dryly and used his wand to clean up the butterbeer on the ground.

"The mysterious man is dead and everyone knows it."

"I also wish this was just a joke, but it's not." Kyle took the last sip of lemonade. "It won't be long before Professor Dumbledore will tell you the news."

Cedric also dropped his wand.

And Connor, who was almost mashing her sandwich into mashed potatoes.

"It's not that I don't believe you, Kyle...but how is it possible?" Cedric hesitated, "Harry Potter...the savior who killed You-Know-Who...he is in Gryffindor... …”

"So what I said is, resurrection." Kyle glanced out the window, "You don't need to believe it now, just be prepared."

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