Hogwarts: The Exemplary Wizard I Am Chapter 615: Reporting Dumbledore - Novel Cool

Chapter 615: Reporting Dumbledore

Chapter 615: Reporting Dumbledore

An unknown amount of time passed, and the office of Umbridge gradually quieted down, leaving only the rustling sound of a quill scratching across parchment.

Sunlight streamed into Umbridge's office, illuminating a stack of thick parchments on the desk beside her.

Kyle repeatedly wrote the sentence, adding ink several times, and finally completed the required five hundred copies by midday.

"What a tiring task..."

He rubbed his slightly sore wrists, recalling the last time he had written so much was on the last day of the Thanksgiving holiday last year when he stayed up all night in the dormitory to catch up on Potions homework.

Kyle approached Umbridge, who had been in pain for the past hour, unable to speak, but gritting her teeth and staring at him.

The wound on her hand had healed, but the skin there was reddish, like freshly healed tender flesh.

"I'm done, Professor," Kyle displayed a thick stack of parchments in his hand. "See, exactly five hundred copies, no more, no less."

Umbridge remained silent, still glaring at Kyle with malice.

She had figured it out; this was a school, and Kyle wouldn't dare kill her or keep her locked up here indefinitely.

But when the time came... she would make him pay double.

"Professor, I guess you're thinking that I don't dare kill you," Kyle smiled, "and you're right, I don't dare. After all, this is Hogwarts.

"However, whether you'll remember what happens later is another matter."

Kyle drew his wand and pointed it at Umbridge's head, who looked on in terror.

"What...what are you doing?! I'm the Deputy Minister of Magic!" Umbridge screamed.

"I know, you already mentioned that once," Kyle raised an eyebrow, "so I can't let you cause me trouble.

"There's a professor... also a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who taught me a useful little trick, perfect for a situation like this."

"Oh, and by the way, I think I got one thing wrong."

Kyle pointed to the "Venom Tentacula" surrounding her.

"The feature of Venom Tentacula is its sharp, needle-like thorns, while these triangular, serrated thorns belong to the Venomous Snapdragon.

"This plant is generally non-toxic, only causing discomfort for a while. If you had the courage to rush out, pick up the wand on the ground, and cast a spell, you might have been able to escape.

After all, I was concentrating on writing the sentence and didn't pay attention to anything else."

"Venomous Snapdragon... not Venom Tentacula?" Umbridge was shocked, "You lied to me..."

"Obliviate!"

In an instant, Umbridge's originally malicious gaze became blank.

Seizing the moment, Kyle waved his wand. The broken pieces on the floor reassembled themselves and jumped back onto the wall.

Even the overturned table and the shattered vase returned to their original positions.

Kyle waved his wand again, touching the fixed axis on the door lock and the Silencing Charm in the room.

Finally, Kyle quickly stuffed the Venomous Snapdragon back into the box, and the office instantly returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

Oh, and one more important thing.

Kyle aimed his wand at Umbridge's hand, and the conspicuous red scar on her hand disappeared.

However, Kyle didn't heal the scar; such Dark Magic wounds weren't easily resolved. He merely used a Transfiguration Charm to cover it up.

With his current Transfiguration skills, it would remain concealed until the end of the term without the need for a counter-charm.

...

At this moment, Umbridge also regained consciousness, her eyes filled with confusion as she looked at Kyle in bewilderment.

But the next second, her confusion turned to anger.

"Get out! Why didn't you knock before entering my office!"

"Sorry, Professor," Kyle smiled, "I did knock, but you seemed to be asleep and didn't hear it."

"I was asleep?" Umbridge asked, puzzled.

But she did feel a bit groggy, as if she hadn't fully woken up.

Umbridge raised her hand to rub her forehead, but the sudden intense pain in her hand made her scream involuntarily.

However, when she looked down, she didn't find anything unusual.

"Professor, what's wrong?" Kyle asked.

"It's none of your business," Umbridge said instinctively, but she quickly switched to her coquettish tone, "I mean, of course, I'm fine... but since you're late, the punishment needs to be doubled."

She walked to the armchair and sat down, glancing at the time, "According to the agreement, your detention was supposed to start at 8 o'clock, but it's already been over three hours, so the punishment will be doubled."

As she spoke, she rubbed her hand again.

"That's reasonable, Professor," Kyle said, "but I believe I must explain to you why I acted that way in class; there's a reason."

"What reason?" Umbridge asked.

"I needed an opportunity to talk to you alone, and detention was a good excuse."

"Oh?"

Professor Umbridge looked at Kyle with interest and asked with a pleasant smile, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Dumbledore," Kyle said, "I found out he wants to run for Minister of Magic."

Umbridge abruptly stood up from her chair, but accidentally hit her hand on the armrest, causing another piercing pain.

However, she didn't have time to worry about that now.

"Don't joke with me, you can't fool me," she said.

Pretending to be casual, she added, "Everyone knows that Dumbledore only wants to be the headmaster at Hogwarts. You can't just make up an excuse to avoid punishment."

"That was before, Professor," Kyle said. "You probably don't know this yet, but during the holiday, Dumbledore held a secret meeting at the Hog's Head. The purpose of the meeting was to have others nominate him to replace Cornelius Fudge and become the new Minister of Magic."

Umbridge's face gradually turned serious.

Of course, she was aware of this. With so many foreigners arriving in Britain simultaneously, there was no way the Ministry of Magic could be kept in the dark. Fudge had always wanted to know what was discussed at that meeting, but no matter how hard the Aurors and the Strike Force investigated, they couldn't find any answers.

One of the reasons she had come to Hogwarts was to investigate the content of that meeting.

She had originally planned to start with the professors, but she never expected... Kyle had given her a surprise.

"How do you know this?" Umbridge asked.

"Because I was there too," Kyle said proudly. "Dumbledore trusts me a lot."

"If that's the case, why are you telling me this?" Umbridge asked suspiciously.

"Because I think Cornelius Fudge is the best Minister of Magic," Kyle blurted out.

Umbridge stared at Kyle intently, and after a long while, she suddenly laughed.

"I won't be fooled by your clumsy trick."

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me," Kyle shrugged nonchalantly and walked towards the door, saying, "If Dumbledore becomes Minister, I don't know how many people will be replaced. The Wizarding World can't afford such turmoil..."

One step, two steps...

Just as Kyle was about to open the door and leave the office, Umbridge's voice suddenly heard from behind.

"Wait!"

She hurried over and closed the door.

"Tell me everything about the meeting, and I'll exempt you from this detention."

"I've already told you everything I can," Kyle shook his head. "As for the more detailed information, I'm sorry, but I can only tell Minister Fudge."

"You know, this would be a great achievement for me, who wants to work in the Ministry of Magic," Umbridge said.

For some reason, after hearing Kyle's words, the vigilance in Umbridge's eyes instantly diminished, replaced by a scrutinizing gaze.

"Are you worried that I'll take credit for your achievement?"

"I trust that you definitely won't," Kyle said with a smile. "But this is a gift I want to give to Minister Fudge. Since it's a gift, I should deliver it to him personally, right?"

"And I'm only in my sixth year, with two more years before graduation. Even if I have achievements, they won't help much. At most, they might provide me with a little insignificant help two years from now."

Umbridge's eyes lit up, and she almost forgot that Kyle was still a student.

"If you dare to lie..."

"I just want to protect the Wizarding World, Professor," Kyle said.

"A wise choice," Umbridge said softly. "I'll pass this on to the Minister. If what you say is true, I guarantee that you'll be able to smoothly enter the Ministry of Magic right after graduation, and it will be in the best department—the Minister's Office."

A flash of excitement appeared in Kyle's eyes, but it disappeared just as quickly.

Umbridge narrowed her eyes.

"Then, Professor, about my detention today..."

"Of course, you don't need it," Umbridge said. "It's a reward for providing the clue."

Kyle walked towards the door, but soon turned back.

Umbridge was sitting behind the desk, seemingly preparing to write a letter, and subconsciously looked up at the sound.

"Kyle?"

Her voice carried a warmth she had never shown before. "Do you have something else to say?"

"There is one more small matter..."

"It's fine, go ahead and say it."

"It's like this, Professor. Yesterday, during class, you deducted twenty points from me."

Kyle felt a bit embarrassed. "Although it might be a bit excessive to say this, you know that in order to prevent Dumbledore's suspicion, I had to do it this way."

"So, can you add those twenty points back... It's just the beginning of the school year, and Hufflepuff is already in second-to-last place."

"You're right," Umbridge said, looking a bit disappointed. "This is Hogwarts, and we should indeed be more cautious. Your request is not at all excessive."

"Then... Because of your honesty and bravery, Hufflepuff gets twenty... no, fifty points!"

(End of Chapter)

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