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"That's a bit too little." Kyle muttered.
"It's a lot." Professor Moody said, "Don't forget that you don't have to do anything until you graduate. This money is free."
Kyle was a little tempted, and after thinking for a while he asked, "If I want to do another job after graduation, can I quit my job?"
Professor Moody was stunned for a moment, then shook his head repeatedly, "Of course not."
Good fellow, he resigned after getting two years’ salary for nothing... Is that something a Hufflepuff could say?
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 579 Karkaroff's Strange Behavior
Kyle's words suddenly eased the tense atmosphere in the headmaster's office. Even Dumbledore, who had always been very serious, couldn't help but laugh.
But I have to say, the idea is indeed very tempting.
"Alastor, Kyle is only in his fifth year this year." Dumbledore said, "Let's talk about this after he graduates."
"Perhaps you are right, Dumbledore." Professor Moody glanced at Kyle and took the initiative to change the subject: "Do we need to tell Fudge about this? He should not have left yet."
"Of course." Dumbledore said, "Voldemort's comeback is related to the safety of the entire wizarding world. We can't do anything with just a few of us."
"Severus," he turned to Snape, "will you please go out into the grounds and find our Minister and bring him to this office. We need to have a chat."
Snape nodded silently and quickly left the room.
"Professor," Kyle said suddenly, "I don't think Fudge wants to hear this.
"Besides, without definitive evidence of Voldemort's identity, your conversation will surely end in a sour mood."
"Perhaps you are right. No one wants to hear the news of Voldemort's return. I have no doubt about it."
Dumbledore said calmly, "But as I said just now, facing Voldemort, there is nothing we can do just by ourselves."
"Dumbledore, did you catch the Death Eaters?" asked Professor Moody.
"I'm sorry." Dumbledore shook his head. "They ran very fast and I couldn't be distracted at the time."
Everyone's mood became heavy again.
Well, now there is no evidence, just words... Kyle can already imagine the scene where Fudge and Dumbledore part ways.
As for using the Pensieve to restore Dumbledore's memory... that's indeed a good method, but Fudge won't watch it.
Even if Dumbledore forced him to watch it, he would find all kinds of reasons to believe that it was just a false memory.
No one spoke.
Fox flew down from his perch and landed in Kyle's lap.
Kyle touched its golden and red feathers.
I have to say that the phoenix is really a magical animal. It was also because of the tail feather that Fox gave him at Christmas that Kyle had the confidence to touch the Triwizard Cup when he was in the maze.
If it weren't for Dumbledore, he might have been able to escape from the top of the mountain, but he would definitely be in a much more miserable state than he is now.
"Okay, Fudge will be here soon." Dumbledore suddenly glanced at Kyle and Harry and said, "I think you don't want to participate in the following conversation, right?"
"Goodbye, Professor." Kyle was the first to stand up and walk out the door.
Fox rubbed his hand and returned to his perch.
"Goodbye, Professor." Harry seemed to have just reacted and said.
"Goodbye... Oh, by the way, remember to go find Madam Pomfrey." Dumbledore reminded: "Go get her a bottle of dreamless sleeping potion, it will be good for you."
"Ok."
……
Several people left the office one after another.
When Kyle stepped through the door behind the gargoyles, he saw Snape leading Fudge happily towards him.
"Kyle, kid, Dumbledore must be so happy that he can't sleep." He said with a smile, "I brought a bottle of Ogden's Aged Fire Whiskey. You can come too. I think you are old enough to drink this kind of beverage."
"Thank you, Minister," Kyle said, "but I'm too tired now. I just want to go back and have a good sleep."
"Yes, that's right, you really should have a good rest." Fudge nodded. "Well, then, I'll ask Albus to leave you a cup, if he doesn't drink it secretly..."
Fudge smiled and walked past the group.
But Kyle felt that he was no longer in the mood for whiskey.
After leaving the headmaster's office, Kyle did not return to the common room immediately, but prepared to accompany Harry to the school hospital to get a dreamless sleeping potion.
Dumbledore was right, Harry really needed this now after seeing Voldemort resurrected with his own blood.
When the two arrived near the first floor hall, they happened to run into Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey.
There was a stretcher floating next to them, with the unconscious Filch lying on it.
"Professor," Kyle walked over, "What's wrong with him?"
"He was put under a Stunning Curse and thrown into a box in the office." Professor McGonagall said, "But fortunately, his life is not in danger."
By this time, Madam Pomfrey had hurried away with the stretcher, and Professor McGonagall quickly followed. She needed to wait for Filch to wake up so she could ask some questions.
Harry followed them.
Kyle glanced at Filch's office. The furnishings inside had become much messier. A cabinet was leaning against the wall at an angle, and the things on it were scattered all over the floor.
"Ow..."
At this moment, a cat suddenly staggered out from under the table and howled at Kyle.
Judging from the way Mrs. Norris was limping, she had not been spared from Barty Crouch Jr.'s attack.
But it is also true that if you want to take action against Filch, you can't avoid Mrs. Norris...
and many more.
Kyle suddenly thought of something.
At Christmas, Karkaroff had an inexplicable conflict with Filch and was determined to lock up Mrs. Norris and prevent her from appearing in school...
Had they considered using Polyjuice Potion to impersonate Filch?
This does make sense. After all, Mrs. Norris is part Kneazle. Even after using Polyjuice Potion, she can recognize at a glance whether the "Filch" in front of her is real.
Moreover, the cat and the man are always together, and it is also the only trouble in pretending to be Filch. Could it be that Karkaroff was preparing for Barty Crouch Jr.'s action at that time?
That’s not right…Kyle shook his head.
The difference between a wizard and a Squib is huge, and it can't be solved by just changing a face. Even if the students don't care about this, there is still Professor Moody, and there is no way he won't notice it.
Kyle shook his head. Perhaps he was overthinking it. It was just a personal grudge between Karkaroff and Filch at the time.
Or maybe they were about to take action, but unexpectedly discovered that Filch was a Squib, so they gave up their original plan and chose to attack Harry just before the game, when all the professors left the castle.
Just as he was thinking about it, Mrs. Norris in the room jumped straight past Kyle and limped to catch up with Filch in front of him.
Kyle walked at the back, thinking about something.
Now that I think about it, there are so many strange things about Voldemort's resurrection this time.
He was sure that before Harry was caught, everyone in the school, including the referee, was real, and no one had used Polyjuice Potion. He had confirmed this several times using the Marauder's Map.
But why was it so coincidental that Barty Crouch Jr. appeared at the most appropriate time and captured Harry under the identity of Filch?
And how did the Triwizard Cup get replaced with a portkey? The only one who could access it was the referee, so Karkaroff could only be helping him.
And this has been established.
But shouldn't Karkaroff have run away immediately after hearing the news of Voldemort's resurrection? After all, he betrayed so many people to save himself.
If there is anyone who is most reluctant to see Voldemort resurrected, Karkaroff is definitely one of them. How could he possibly help Barty Crouch Jr. with all his heart? It doesn't make sense.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 580: Directional Magic in the Department of Mysteries
Kyle thought as he followed Professor McGonagall and the others through the silent hall, and soon they arrived at the school hospital.
Filch was placed on the innermost bed, and Mrs. Norris immediately jumped up. Next to him lay Viktor Krum.
"Professor, why is Krum here too?" Harry asked curiously. He didn't watch the game and didn't know what happened at the time.
"He ran into the three-headed dog." Professor McGonagall said softly, "If he hadn't sent a red signal to the sky in time, I'm afraid it would be more than just a coma.
"I've said it before, there are enough eight-eyed giant spiders and manticores in the maze. There's no need to bring in a three-headed dog."
At this moment, Madam Pomfrey, who had just come over, twitched her lips a few times. Every time Professor McGonagall said the name of a magical animal, it was irritating her nerves.
Although Madam Pomfrey knew that this was the Triwizard Tournament and that there would naturally be dangers, it did not mean that she could accept it calmly.
In fact, she had never stopped complaining about Dumbledore since the first project began.
"I really hope that we won't hold this kind of activity next time... at least not in Hogwarts." Madam Pomfrey came over and muttered softly, "Those dangerous things should not appear in the school at all."
"You're right."
Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement. "But don't worry, the Triwizard Tournament is only held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. The next time it's Hogwarts' turn, it will be fifteen years later..."
"If they hadn't cancelled the competition," Professor McGonagall added.
The Triwizard Cup was made into a portkey, which directly led the warriors out of the competition venue. Such a big thing happened, coupled with Voldemort's comeback... It's hard to say whether this event will be cancelled again.
But Kyle was not interested in this. After all, he had already won the championship once, so it didn't matter whether it was cancelled or not.
The same goes for Harry next to him. He is already in the fourth grade this year, and he will definitely not be able to participate in the next competition.
"this is for you."
Madam Pomfrey walked over to Harry and handed him a bottle of purple potion.
"You need to drink it all," she said. "It'll give you a nice, deep sleep."
Harry took the bottle and took a few sips.
The potion worked very well and he immediately fell into a drowsy state. He groped his way to the nearest bed, lay down on it and fell asleep.
"This is yours, then."