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"What are your plans?"
"No, I haven't," Dumbledore denied. "But I have no plans at the moment."
"Really?" Aberforth sneered, obviously not believing it. "I thought you could control everything, ha, the great Dumbledore."
"You don't understand." Dumbledore's tone rose slightly. "In fact, I am not as perfect as you think. I have only recently discovered this. Sometimes, this child's ideas are more insightful than mine."
"So I think it's necessary for him to know, that's all."
Aberforth glanced at Kyle subconsciously. This was the first time he heard Dumbledore speak so highly of someone.
But he didn't say anything.
Anyway, it's none of his business. The most he does is provide a venue, that's all, and he charges for it.
"Then let's calculate the cost." Aberforth put on a businesslike attitude. "Your people asked for a total of twelve bottles of cherry soda, eighteen bottles of pumpkin soda, nine pints of butterbeer, and other things. I'll give you five hundred Galleons. Pay."
Kyle's mouth twitched.
Holy crap, only 500 Galleons? How did he calculate it? If he was at the Three Broomsticks, the drinks he just quoted would only cost 50 Galleons at most.
How come it has increased tenfold here? It's too dark, even darker than Fred and George.
The things they sold to Ron were only worth twice as much at most.
"Oh, that's a good deal." Without even thinking, Dumbledore took out a bag of gold coins and put it on the counter.
Aberforth took the money and his expression finally improved a little. He turned back into the silent boss he was before, and ignored Dumbledore who kept chattering beside him.
Kyle looked at them, especially Dumbledore who seemed to have become a chatterbox, and always felt that he was not telling the truth.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of something.
That time-turner... Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone is almost complete, or has it already been completed.
Thinking of this, Kyle couldn't help but frowned... The time turner was undoubtedly very attractive to Dumbledore, but that thing was also very dangerous to the user.
Could it be that he wants to use it at this time?
The more Kyle thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, but at this moment, Dumbledore just happened to walk over.
"Well, we should go back," he said. "What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, nothing." Kyle shook his head quickly and made up an excuse: "I just felt that everyone seemed to have overlooked a very important point in the meeting just now."
"What is it? Tell me." Dumbledore stopped and asked.
Although this was a plan that he had spent more than a month preparing, he still took Kyle's opinion very seriously.
"The Ministry of Magic," said Kyle. "Everyone seems to be overlooking this."
"The Ministry of Magic?" Dumbledore repeated in a low voice.
"Yes," Kyle said, "We have completely torn our relationship with Fudge, and he is also madly slandering anyone who believes in Voldemort's resurrection, especially you, Professor..."
"Ah, yes," Dumbledore admitted, nodding. "I did have a big row with him."
"That's the problem." Kyle continued, "If we leave it alone, the Ministry of Magic is likely to hold us back. We can't deal with Voldemort while also dealing with the Ministry of Magic's difficulties. It's a waste of time."
Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll take care of this matter. I'll go talk to Cornelius."
"Excuse me, professor," Kyle said bluntly:
“Fudge went to Hovogetz twice a day because he was worried that someone would threaten his position. Only in this way could he get more support.
"But now is not two years ago, especially after Barty Crouch was transferred to the unimportant Department of Magical Transportation, no one can threaten his position.
"So, if you still want to deal with Fudge in the same way as before, you may be disappointed."
"Ha..." Aberforth, who was not far away, sneered sarcastically, "Such a simple thing, the great Dumbledore actually needs a child to remind him."
But Dumbledore ignored him and just looked at Kyle and asked, "Tell me what you think."
"It's very simple. Fudge's attitude is the most crucial point." Kyle shrugged. "It would be best if he is willing to listen, even if it's just not to make trouble. If he is not willing... I think it's not a bad idea to change a minister."
"No..." Dumbledore blurted out: "A sudden change of the Minister of Magic will cause unnecessary panic, which is exactly what Voldemort wants to see. We can't do this."
"But it's better than him messing around behind our backs." Kyle continued, "We are preparing to fight the Death Eaters in the front, but the Ministry of Magic, which is supposed to be our backer, is constantly sabotaging us and inciting more people to slander us. This is what Voldemort really wants to see."
"No, it's still not possible." Dumbledore insisted, "I know that what happened a few days ago must have made you think this way, but Fudge is the Minister of Magic after all, and he can't get into trouble.
"If we really did that, and got rid of Fudge for our own convenience, then what's the difference between us and Voldemort's Death Eaters."
"You are such a pedantic fool." Aberforth laughed again, and his sarcasm was even more obvious. "It seems that you are really old, and your mind is not even as clear as a child."
Dumbledore still ignored him and just looked at Kyle with burning eyes.
"Promise me you won't have such thoughts again."
"Well, okay." Kyle said indifferently: "In fact, it is not impossible not to change the Minister of Magic. I have another way that may change Fudge's attitude."
"How?" Dumbledore asked with interest.
"Before that, I have to say something." Kyle said: "This method may slightly affect your reputation as a professor. I still recommend changing the Minister of Magic."
"No, it's all right," Dumbledore insisted. "Just tell me. As long as you stop thinking about getting rid of Fudge, I will fully cooperate with you."
"Okay then." Kyle looked up at him and said word by word, "Go compete for the position of Minister, Professor."
"What?" Dumbledore didn't react for a moment.
"Of course, I'm not really going to be the Minister of Magic," Kyle said. "I'm just going to pretend and send a little signal to the outside world."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 604 Harry's Decision
At night in Hogsmeade, a burst of shrill laughter came from the Hog's Head Inn, the sound was full of gloating.
Then, Dumbledore walked out of the bar with a troubled look on his face, as ugly as if he had drunk expired butterbeer.
"Kyle, does it have to be like this?"
He looked at Kyle beside him and said carefully: "In fact, Voldemort needs time to recuperate, so we don't need to be so anxious to solve the problem of the Ministry of Magic.
"I believe that you can come up with a more appropriate plan during this period."
"Thank you for your compliment, Professor." Kyle said calmly, "Yes, I have a backup plan now."
"Tell me about it." Dumbledore's eyes lit up.
"What about the Dementors suddenly rioting and raiding the Ministry of Magic?" Kyle said seriously, "Then one or two of them happened to break into the Minister's office and had a cordial exchange with the Minister.
"This way, we can solve the problem of some people holding back, and at the same time, we can also make everyone pay more attention to Dementors. It's like killing two birds with one stone."
Dumbledore turned his head and was silent for a long time before he said with a complicated expression: "Dementors will not riot, at least not now."
"I didn't say they would definitely riot." Kyle shrugged and said, "I just provided a possibility."
Dumbledore stopped talking and just walked forward. When he reached the entrance of Zonko's Joke Shop, he finally spoke again. His voice sounded a little dry. "I understand that you are creating an illusion...but I have never done anything like this. I cannot guarantee that Fudge will believe it..."
"It's okay, Professor." Kyle smiled and said, "It's not difficult. You just need to contact a few directors occasionally, such as Ms. Amelia Bones of the Law Enforcement Department, or Mr. Barty Crouch...
Given Fudge's character, he will definitely not remain indifferent."
Dumbledore opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head silently.
He felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier when he was on the top of the mountain, he should have let go and killed Voldemort again at all costs.
The two walked forward a little further, and Kyle, who was thinking about something, suddenly felt someone grab his arm.
Then, in a dizzying moment, he was brought to the entrance hall of Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
Mrs. Weasley was so startled by the sudden appearance of the two people that she almost dropped the plate in her hand.
But she soon reacted.
No one except Dumbledore could Apparate from outside to the house protected by the Fidelius Charm.
Of course, Fred and George didn't count, as they were inside the house when they Apparated, not outside.
"you……"
Before she finished her words, there was another crisp sound.
After sending Kyle back, Dumbledore left again without even staying for a second.
"What's wrong with Dumbledore?" Mrs. Weasley asked puzzledly, "I think he looks a little unhappy."
"He must be hungry," Kyle said, "after all, he hasn't eaten much all day."
"Oh, Merlin's beard, have you been busy all day?" Mrs. Weasley quickly pulled Kyle into the kitchen, muttering, "Dumbledore is really something, why don't you stay for dinner before leaving."
"Maybe he has something else to do." Kyle said casually.
"You have to eat, too." Mrs. Weasley said, "Please wait a moment. Dinner will be ready soon."
Kyle nodded.
To be honest, he was a little hungry too.
Although the Hog's Head Pub provided a relatively clean lunch, it did not taste very good and the potatoes were not cooked and were hard inside.
There weren't many people in the kitchen at that moment, but after a few minutes, everyone started to come in.
"Kyle...when did you come back?" Ron couldn't help but ask, "Where did you go today?"
"Hogsmeade," said Kyle.
"What are you doing there?" Ron was about to ask, but was interrupted by Mr. Weasley.
"Okay, Ron." He came over from behind, "Dumbledore must have told him not to tell anyone, so don't ask so many questions."
"Okay," Ron muttered.
Ten minutes later, Mrs. Weasley arrived with a whole roast chicken and fried fish.
But there were not many people coming here for dinner today, only Tonks and Moody. Tonks looked listless, and her hair had turned as dry and yellow as straw.
Because of the Auror missions in the past few days, she hasn't slept for two days. In addition, it is her turn to keep watch today, so her mood is naturally not very good.
Lupin also noticed this, thought for a moment and said, "Tonks, you should go and rest after dinner. I can take your place today."
"Really?" Tonks' hair quickly turned a bright red, but she soon thought of something else, "But, you were the one keeping watch yesterday, right? Is it okay to do it for two days in a row?"
"I'm fine," said Lupin. "I could use some rest during the day anyway."