Hogwarts: The Exemplary Wizard I Am Chapter 793: Dumbledore's New Nickname - Novel Cool

Chapter 793: Dumbledore's New Nickname

Chapter 793: Dumbledore's New Nickname

Soon, Kyle returned upstairs with twenty bottles of Firewhisky.

"What's this?" Fred asked curiously, eyeing the large package in Kyle's hands.

"Good stuff," Kyle replied. "You'll feel better after drinking this."

Fred's stomach churned at the thought.

"If we're going back now, can I be the last one?" Fred requested.

"I really don't want to Apparate again so soon."

"Don't worry, we're using a Portkey this time," Kyle assured them as he produced a dirty-looking key.

Under his arrangement, everyone formed a circle, ensuring each person had a finger touching the key.

As for the unconscious Tonks couple, they would remain here, and Nymphadora Tonks would take them to the Hogwarts Hospital for treatment.

Having just been attacked by Death Eaters, they dared not take the two injured individuals to St. Mungo's, making the Hogwarts Hospital the best choice for now.

This was the same arrangement made when members of the Order of the Phoenix were injured, and Poppy Pomfrey was accustomed to occasional overtime during such times.

"Dear, it's enough to leave me here alone. You must go back with them," Tonks said, glancing at Lupin, she kissed his cheek before turning to the others.

"Hurry up, George," she urged. A dazzling blue light had already appeared on the key, and George quickly pressed his index finger against it.

It felt as if a hook behind their stomachs pulled them forward, and everyone's feet left the dirty floor, disappearing from the second floor of the Hog's Head.

Kyle experienced a spinning sensation, his fingers firmly stuck to the Portkey, but compared to Apparition with a Phoenix, this level of sensation was akin to a merry-go-round at an amusement park.

After a few seconds, everyone's feet landed heavily on the ground, yet no one stumbled. They all touched down smoothly.

They had arrived at Grimmauld Place No. 12.

Mrs. Weasley rushed over, hugging Fred and George tightly.

Chris was also present, looking tense. His expression eased slightly when Kyle turned to look at him.

Standing beside Chris were Mr. Weasley, Alastor, Kingsley, and a person wearing a hooded cloak, presumably all having received the news.

Godric's Valley was home to numerous wizards, and with such a significant event occurring there, someone would surely inform the Ministry of Magic.

However, Kyle didn't pay attention to them. Instead, he focused on the person whose appearance was obscured.

To be honest, this person's attire resembled that of a Death Eater, the only difference being the additional symbols embroidered with gold thread on the black cloak.

When Kyle had gone to the Ministry of Magic for questioning, this was the standard attire of the Department of Mysteries employees. His mother, Diana, wore a similar robe at that time.

However, Kyle was certain that the person before him wasn't Diana, as their height and build didn't match, even though their face was hidden.

"This is a Silent Sentinel," Chris explained, seemingly understanding Kyle's confusion. "Your mother is very worried about you, but due to certain reasons, she can't leave the Department of Mysteries. So, a Silent Sentinel, the only person currently able to communicate with the outside world, has come to check on the situation."

"If that's the case..." Kyle nodded, about to say something, but when he turned around, the Silent Sentinel had disappeared without a sound.

No one knew how the Silent Sentinel had vanished, as if they had only seen a shadow.

"Don't be surprised. They're always so mysterious," Chris said.

"What is the Department of Mysteries busy with?" Kyle couldn't help but ask. "Can't they even come out for a while?"

"I don't know," Chris shook his head, lowering his voice. "But I've heard, just heard, that the Department of Mysteries has several doors. Whenever a significant event occurs outside, like during major incidents or wars, those doors become particularly unstable."

"So, what's behind those doors?"

"I don't know," Chris blurted out. "No one knows except the Silent Sentinels."

"And your mother never tells me either."

"Who?"

"Xenophilius Lovegood."

"Who?" Kyle was taken aback, thinking he had misheard.

"Xenophilius Lovegood, Luna's father. Don't you remember? They live in Stagwood Village, and you've met them before."

"Of course, I remember," Kyle rubbed his forehead, momentarily dispelling some thoughts.

"But didn't he say that the Department of Mysteries is specifically for helping Fudge eliminate his opponents?"

"But Fudge is no longer the Minister. And I think his statement makes sense, don't you remember? The Department of Mysteries does have several mysterious doors."

"Yeah," Kyle chuckled dryly.

Compared to helping Fudge eliminate opponents, this statement was indeed more reasonable and could even be considered normal, almost too normal for the Quibbler.

To be honest, Kyle wasn't sure if Xenophilius Lovegood had shared this with Chris or if it was new content he had written for the Quibbler.

If it was the latter, Kyle could only say that Xenophilius Lovegood had fallen, abandoning his consistent stance and lofty ideals, falling from the cloudless sky back to solid ground.

How could such logical content appear in the Quibbler? Its readers would be heartbroken if they saw it. Wasn't this a blow to the Quibbler's best-selling area, or more precisely, the Department of Mental Magic Therapy and Comprehensive Recovery at St. Mungo's Magical Injuries Ward?

Because the Healers accidentally discovered that reading the 'Chant Against' could calm down those wizards who had suffered from mental magic damage and temporarily show the same thinking logic as normal wizards.

Although they don't know the principle, they still buy several sets of magazines every month, some for reading, some for research, and the rest for pasting on the walls.

It is said that the walls of several wards are covered with articles cut out from the 'Chant Against' verbatim.

As for the effect, Kyle is not clear, but they must have a reason to stick to this tradition for so long.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Weasley has also brought everyone into the house.

She looked very happy, and everyone was there, as many as when they left in the morning.

"Today is worth celebrating." She smiled and said, "I'll go make a midnight snack."

Mrs. Weasley went to the kitchen, and the others wanted to help, but she drove them out.

Based on Kyle's understanding of Mrs. Weasley, she probably wanted to find a place where no one was alone for a while.

Today's events were a bit too exciting for her, and except for Percy at St. Mungo's and Arthur, who returned to the Ministry of Magic early, the rest of the Weasley family were all at the wedding venue.

When she saw Bellatrix and the Death Eaters behind her, whose numbers were almost three times more than theirs, Mrs. Weasley only felt the sky was falling.

If it hadn't been for the timely appearance of the Phoenix, which took them to a safe place, she wouldn't dare to think about what would happen next.

Until now, she hasn't recovered yet, and Kyle noticed earlier that her hands were trembling slightly.

Mr. Weasley was the same, and when Kyle distributed the alcohol bought from the Hog's Head to everyone, he tried three times before he could pull out the cork.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Even the most boisterous Fred and George sat quietly, each holding a bottle of alcohol and drinking, as if it were a potion to stabilize their spirits, while also suppressing the dizziness that had not yet disappeared.

As for the younger Ginny and Hermione, who didn't like to drink, Kyle made them a special drink, half a cup of water mixed with half a cup of vinegar, plus the juice of three lemons squeezed with the skin on.

Because they didn't see the production process, when Kyle handed this cup to the two of them, they were quite happy.

"What is this?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Special lemonade." Kyle tilted his head slightly, "According to my experience, the most effective way to relieve Apparition dizziness is to drink something with a strong sour taste, and secondly, a strong drink."

"Thank you." Hermione said.

"Um... you're welcome." Kyle said, "Try it."

"Can you make me one of these too?" Ron suddenly said at this time.

Although he was old enough to drink, he really didn't like the taste of whiskey and brandy, and lemonade was more acceptable in comparison.

"Of course, no problem." Kyle found some smaller cups and poured some out, "Harry, do you want some?"

"Ah, no, thanks." Harry shook his head.

Although he didn't like strong drinks, he didn't like sour things either.

"Okay then." Kyle returned the lemonade to Ginny, and without hesitation, she picked it up and took a sip.

The next second, a sour and bitter taste rushed straight to her head.

Ginny's facial features were all scrunched up.

"What, is it hard to drink?" Ron's hand, which was about to bring the cup to his mouth, suddenly stopped, and he asked suspiciously.

"It's not hard to drink at all, it's sweet." Ginny's previously scrunched face quickly relaxed, and she tried to act nonchalantly to prove to Ron that she wasn't lying. To convince him, she even took another sip.

"Then why are you so strange?" Ron was certain and took a big sip.

And then...

"Oh... so sour!" Ron's face also scrunched up, and he looked like a cabbage that had been stepped on by a unicorn.

"Oh... why is it so bitter!"

"Because of the lemon peel." Kyle held back a laugh, "Drink it, it's fine, and it's good for you."

"Absolutely not." Ron shook his head firmly, "Ginny, you lied to me."

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"What did I lie to you about?" Ginny glanced at him.

"You told me this stuff is good to drink."

"It is good to drink."

"Then drink another sip." Ron said angrily, "I'll believe you if you take another sip."

"Why should I make you believe me?" Ginny said lightly, "I feel much better now, I don't want to drink anymore, is that okay?"

"You..." Ron became angrier, his face turning red.

But what he didn't know was that Ginny's words were true, and after taking the second sip of lemonade, she did feel much better, and the ubiquitous dizziness gradually disappeared.

Although she hasn't fully recovered, it's much more comfortable than before.

Ron, on the other hand, had spit out everything in his mouth, so he didn't feel the same.

The two of them sat at the dining table, glaring at each other across Harry.

However, their commotion eased the atmosphere at the table, and the crowd was no longer as tense as before.

"Today was really dangerous." Kingsley spoke first, "If we had known this would happen, we shouldn't have gone back to the Ministry of Magic earlier."

"That's because we didn't expect it." Sirius had already finished a whole bottle of whiskey and was opening the second one, "I still can't figure out how they knew that Remus was going to marry Nymphadora, we only told a few trusted people."

"Someone must have let something slip." Chris thought for a moment. "Or perhaps the Death Eaters have been keeping an eye on those close to us. They captured Andromeda and Ted, and by following their movements, it's not difficult to deduce the location of the Valley of Godric. It only takes a dose of Veritaserum or a Legilimens.

"This time, we were not careful enough." Lupin lowered his head. "We should have been more cautious."

"No, I'm also responsible." Sirius said, "After knowing that Dumbledore had arrived, I subconsciously relaxed my vigilance around me. If I had been more careful, maybe I could have discovered the Death Eaters' traces earlier."

"No, it's not that we shouldn't have left early..."

The group at the table shared the responsibility.

However, in Kyle's opinion, this was ultimately Dumbledore's fault. Who let him show up, give others the illusion of having a big leg, and then slip away without a word?

This irresponsible behavior, he deserves the blame.

"And Kyle!" Sirius suddenly turned and said, and Kyle also looked over instinctively.

"Why did you let the Phoenix take me away first!" His eyes turned slightly red. "You told Fred that it was Dumbledore who asked the Phoenix to save everyone, but I don't think so."

"I..."

"No need to explain, I can tell, it was you who directed the Phoenix's actions. It was also because of your request that it turned back and caught me."

"No, I..."

"Have you ever thought that if you didn't come back this time, how guilty I would feel, letting a child buy me time... How could I face Chris again?"

Kyle, who had been interrupted twice, didn't speak until he was sure Sirius had finished. He then cleared his throat lightly.

"Are you done?"

"What I wanted to say is, I don't need the Phoenix's help, and I can Apparate..." Do you remember? I took you out of the encirclement."

As he spoke, Kyle also stretched out his hand and pointed at the ring on his finger.

However, after using the Apparition three times, the ring had become very dim, and since it was tightly attached to his finger, it was hard to notice if one didn't look carefully.

"That won't do either." Sirius said with a stiff neck: "I must stay behind you."

"Ah, fine." Kyle didn't argue, "Next time, there will definitely be a next time."

"Let's not have a next time." Chris helped to smooth things over. He also looked at Kyle, his expression serious, and asked, "So after sending Sirius away, what did you do?"

"Nothing much." Kyle said, "I gave them a little surprise, and then I left."

His tone was light, and he deliberately concealed the news of Voldemort.

"Surprise?" Chris raised an eyebrow. "Your surprise couldn't be that you killed seventy Death Eaters, could it?"

As soon as his words fell, the entire restaurant suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at Kyle in disbelief, and even Mrs. Weasley from the kitchen ran out, her pupils contracting as if she had heard something extremely terrible.

To be honest, killing Death Eaters, they had experienced this several times more than a decade ago, and not just once.

But if this number is increased to seventy... Among those present, only Alastor Moody had experienced this, and that was over several decades of his Auror career.

Even Alastor's number was accumulated over decades.

But Kyle, killing seventy Death Eaters in one go, if this was true...

For some reason, as Ron looked at Kyle again, his legs began to shake involuntarily. This was a physiological reaction, unrelated to whether or not he was familiar with Kyle.

"This must be a mistake, Chris." Mrs. Weasley, said, "Kyle is a good kid, how could he possibly..."

"No, Molly..." Mr. Weasley shook his head. "The message we received is that in the Valley of Godric, seventy Death Eaters were all killed. If I'm not mistaken, Scrimgeour and the Aurors have already arrived there."

"No, this has nothing to dozing under the table, is not my doing." Kyle said innocently, denying the accusations, "I didn't do it."

"But you were the last one to leave." Kingsley said.

From the beginning, he had wanted to ask, but because Chris was present, he didn't know how to bring it up.

Now that Chris had mentioned it, he asked, "You were the last one, and no one knows what you did."

"But I swear, I didn't do it." Kyle calmly raised his wand, "If you don't believe me, you can use a Magical Contract to verify whether or not I killed seventy Death Eaters."

"Ah, no need." Kingsley hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "Believe me, I'm not questioning you..."

"You shouldn't be questioning him." Mrs. Weasley reacted and quickly walked over. "Let me tell you, from the time I was sent to the Leaky Cauldron to when Kyle returned here, there was at most only twenty minutes.

"Do you think Kyle could have killed seventy Death Eaters in twenty minutes?"

"No, it should be fifteen minutes." Sirius added, "That's when I returned. At that time, the Death Eaters were still chasing us."

"You heard that?"

Mrs. Weasley continued, "If Kyle could really kill all the Death Eaters in fifteen minutes, would we still need the Phoenix?"

"Come on, Kyle, admit it. You'll become a legendary figure." Fred couldn't help but laugh.

"Even Dumbledore will call you Little Kyle from now on." George also laughed.

"No, it should be Old Kyle."

After saying this, the two of them couldn't hold back their laughter any longer and burst into laughter.

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(End of Chapter)

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