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Madam Pomfrey pulled out another identical bottle and turned to look at Kyle.
"Thank you." Kyle put the bottle in his pocket and planned to drink it when he returned to the dormitory.
Madam Pomfrey looked Kyle up and down again, and seeing that he looked fine, she said nothing more.
At this time, the door of the school hospital was pushed open again, and Chris and Diana walked in one after another.
"Go ahead," said Professor McGonagall. "I think they have a lot to say to you, but this is obviously not a good place to chat."
Kyle nodded, turned and left the school hospital.
The three of them walked all the way to the courtyard outside.
"What happened?" Chris asked impatiently, "Why did you suddenly disappear when you encountered the Triple Cup? I don't remember this being included in the rules of the competition."
"It was Karkaroff. He replaced the trophy with a Portkey," said Kyle.
Then he gave a brief account of what had happened on the top of the mountain.
After hearing the news that Voldemort had been resurrected, Chris trembled violently.
"Is this true?" he couldn't help but ask.
"Professor Dumbledore saw it too, and he's talking to Minister Fudge about it now," said Kyle.
But surprisingly, the two of them accepted the news very quickly.
"No wonder Karkaroff took the initiative to ask to put the trophy in the maze." Chris said softly: "So that's what he was thinking."
"How are you?" Diana grabbed Kyle and examined him carefully.
"I'm fine, Mom." Kyle said, "I used the Phoenix feather, and Professor Dumbledore came, and he immediately pushed Harry and me out of the battlefield."
"And I have this..." He opened his hand, revealing a ring.
Diana finally breathed a sigh of relief. After hearing Voldemort's name just now, she actually forgot about it.
The magic on this ring allows Kyle to Apparate at any time. It can be said that as long as he does not go to a special place like Hogwarts, he can escape at the first opportunity.
"You referees didn't even know the trophy had been replaced. What on earth are you doing?" Diana pointed the finger at Chris. "And Dumbledore, he actually let the Death Eaters take people away right under his nose... When did his vigilance become so low?"
Chris knew he was in the wrong and did not make any excuses.
If he had known in advance that this would happen, he would definitely not have let Karkaroff touch the trophy, but the problem was that no one had expected it.
So when faced with his wife's anger, he could only lower his head in silence.
Kyle didn't say anything either.
His intuition told him that if he spoke up for Chris at this time, he would definitely be punished. It would be better to remain silent until Diana's anger fell on him.
Fortunately, a few minutes later, an owl suddenly flew across the dark night sky and landed in front of Diana.
Unlike other owls, its eyes are blue and it does not have any letters on its claws.
After seeing Diana, its mouth opened and closed, as if it was saying something.
But the strange thing was that Kyle heard absolutely nothing.
"These are the mission owls of the Department of Mysteries." Chris explained in a low voice: "Only the Unspoken can hear their voices."
Kyle nodded.
At this time, the owl also closed its mouth and flew back into the night sky.
Diana looked a little irritated.
"I have to go back. We can talk about your problem later." Diana glared at Chris first, then looked at Kyle.
"The same goes for you. I don't care what you have discovered or what you have in mind, but before the holiday, you'd better stay in the castle and don't go anywhere, otherwise..."
Diana narrowed her eyes, and Kyle felt that the temperature around him dropped a lot in an instant. He nodded and said:
"Don't worry, I'm at school and I'm not going anywhere."
"Very good." Diana said, her eyes became much gentler, "It's different now than before, be careful..."
She walked forward and kissed Kyle's forehead gently.
However, just as Kyle was about to say something else, he noticed that Diana's expression changed again.
"Tell me the truth!" she said seriously, "Did you kill a Death Eater when you were on that mountaintop?"
This……
Kyle's heart skipped a beat.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he didn't tell anyone about this, including Harry, who he specifically reminded of this when he just came back.
And Harry also knew the seriousness of the matter, so whether facing Dumbledore or Sirius, he chose to ignore this and only said that Kyle used fire to drive away the Death Eaters.
But how did Diana know...even her tone just now was not doubt, but confirmation.
"Tell me, is it?" Diana asked again.
"Yes..." Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Kyle could only whisper: "But it's not my fault, he ran too fast. Besides, I was just protecting myself, the Aurors shouldn't bother me..."
"If they really are Death Eaters, then it doesn't matter." Diana waved her hand and interrupted Kyle.
She frowned and thought for a moment, and seemed to be getting angrier and angrier. She glared at Chris again and said through gritted teeth: "Look at what you have done!"
"I..." Chris opened his mouth and finally sighed softly.
To be honest, this was something he had not expected, and he also did not want Kyle to be exposed to this kind of thing too early.
Even if they had to go through the war of more than a decade ago again and face Voldemort and the Death Eaters, it would not be the turn of Kyle, a student who had not yet graduated.
"Forget it, let's talk about this later." Diana glanced at the time, "I have to go. Remember, no matter what happens, you can't leave Hogwarts before the holiday."
She reminded Kyle again and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Kyle was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously said, "Has the school lifted the restrictions on Apparition?"
"No, this is not Apparition." Chris shook his head, "It's a special directional magic that allows the Unspeakable to return to the Department of Mysteries instantly. However, there are many restrictions, and it can only be used when a mission owl is received."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 581 Cornelius Fudge
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 do... such as sending the magical creatures that appeared in the maze back to their original places.
The part provided by Hagrid is easy to deal with, just put it back into the Forbidden Forest, but there are also many magical animals provided by Newt, and Chris needs to send them back.
However, after what happened just now, he suddenly changed his mind. Before leaving Hogwarts, he wanted to go see Dumbledore first.
"I think you'd better go later, or choose another time." Kyle reminded: "Minister Fudge is also in the principal's office. The atmosphere there is probably not going to be very good."
"It's okay, I can wait." Chris said, then looked in the direction of the castle with a serious expression.
As a member of the Ministry of Magic, he certainly knew what kind of character Fudge was, and he also knew that he would absolutely not want to believe the news that Voldemort had been resurrected.
Therefore, the conversation between Dumbledore and him couldn't be very pleasant.
"They are in the principal's office. Do you want to go directly there?" Kyle asked, "Or do we have to wait a while? We can go to the lounge to eat something first. I'm a little hungry."
"No, there's no need for that." Chris stared at the corner, where he could vaguely hear a flurry of footsteps.
"Evidence, Dumbledore, you can't fool me with a memory that you don't know whether it's true or not!"
Fudge's somewhat exasperated voice came, "Or are you willing to accept all the nonsense said by those two children? Don't be ridiculous."
Then came Dumbledore's voice.
"I've said it many times, Cornelius, I was there, you can have the Aurors check my memory."
"Memories can be deceptive...especially for a wizard like you."
"I can guarantee that it will not happen," said Dumbledore. "Listen, Cornelius, it is not too late now. We must act immediately and send messengers to the giants...lest they side with Voldemort again."
"Send an envoy to the giant!" Fudge screamed. "What kind of crazy talk is this? People hate giants to the core, Dumbledore... If the wizarding world knew that I had dealings with giants... I would have no chance of being a minister any longer!"
"Connelly, you are so obsessed with your official position that you have lost your proper judgment..."
"Ridiculous! You must be crazy, just because of the nonsense of two children..."
The men were getting closer and closer, and soon Fudge noticed this side.
"Oh, Chris." He quickly changed the subject: "Have you seen Kyle? I need to ask him something?"
"What?" Chris turned his head subconsciously, only to find that he was the only one left here without knowing when.
Kyle didn't want to contact Fudge at this time, as could be seen from their conversation just now. It was useless to say anything now.
He didn't even believe in Dumbledore's memory, so naturally he wouldn't change his mind just because of a few words from me. He needed to think of other ways to deal with this matter.
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, it was late at night and the Disillusionment Charm worked well.
At least Fudge didn't notice his location.
"No, he should have gone back to the castle." Chris guessed what Kyle was thinking and said calmly.
"Then let's go to the hospital wing first," said Dumbledore. "Harry is there, and he can also testify."
"Ha...testify?" Fudge laughed harshly. "Mad, all crazy...I want to see what ridiculous stories you can come up with."
Dumbledore turned his head and paused for a moment on Kyle who was under the Disillusionment Charm, 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 Disillusionment Spell and couldn't help rubbing his forehead.
Dumbledore was too anxious. The tougher his attitude was 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 save the situation.
Without the threat of Crouch, Fudge had just tasted the sweetness of having absolute power, and it would be unwise to go against him at this time.
But there was no other way. Whether Fudge was willing to believe it or not, this matter had to be told, and it could only be said by Dumbledore.
If it had been anyone else, Fudge probably wouldn't even have listened... no matter who it was.