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There was another crisp sound.
When Kyle opened his eyes again, he was already at the door of Zuko's joke shop.
Since Apparition is prohibited at Hogwarts, Tonks had no choice but to send him here, as did Harry and Mr. Weasley.
It is now two o'clock in the morning, Hogsmeade is silent, all the shops are closed, and the pointed roofs are covered with a layer of silver-white moonlight, which looks quiet and beautiful, completely different from the daytime scene.
Several people were walking on the path to Hogholts.
Tonks was very interested in Harry dreaming about Voldemort. When she was at St. Mungo's, she had resisted asking because she was worried about someone eavesdropping. Now she finally found the opportunity.
"You don't have prophet blood in your family." She asked curiously, "Or has there ever been any famous prophet..."
"No," said Harry, "and I don't think it's a prophecy."
"That's true." Tonks muttered: "After all, what you see is not the future, but what is happening. This is still different from prophecy... How strange, do you also have any special talent?"
There are always one or two lucky people in the wizarding world who are born different from other wizards. For example, Tonks herself is a Metamorphmagus.
She can change her appearance at will, and the human body transformation magic that is extremely difficult for others is as easy as eating and drinking for her.
She thought Harry was like that too.
"I don't know," said Harry, not wanting to discuss the subject.
Because in the dream, he became Voldemort.
Now Harry felt uncomfortable whenever he thought of that experience. If this could be considered a talent, he would rather not have it.
Fortunately, at this time, they also arrived in front of the school gate.
Mr. Weasley stopped and did not go any further.
"You will be safe next," he said. "We can't leave St. Mungo's for too long. We need to go back as soon as possible. See you during the Christmas holidays."
"Goodbye."
After Kyle and Harry walked through the school gate, Mr. Weasley and Tonks disapparated again.
The school was as quiet as Hogsmeade. The two walked across the grounds and climbed the stone steps to the oak door of the castle.
The door was closed, but that didn't matter. Kyle took out his wand and opened it easily.
"Come over here and have a look, Mrs. Norris..."
Filch's voice came from upstairs, which seemed extremely harsh in the quiet castle.
"Oops, it's Filch..." Harry raised his head nervously, "Will he find that we are not in the dormitory anymore?"
"Don't be nervous, Filch can't go to the dormitory to check who's not in bed." Kyle said, "This is probably just a normal night patrol... Did you bring your invisibility cloak?"
"No." Harry shook his head.
He was taken directly from the bed to the principal's office. He even grabbed a random robe before going out. How could he be wearing an invisibility cloak?
"What about the Disguise Charm? Do you know it?" Kyle said, "The effect is the same."
"What curse?" Harry blinked.
"Forget it, it's nothing." Kyle said, "Just follow me and I'll take you back to the Gryffindor common room."
"Are you sending me back?" Harry suddenly thought of something, "Oh, I almost forgot, you also have an invisibility cloak..."
"No, you don't need that thing." Kyle said with a smile, "You just need to follow me, remember to keep a distance, but not too far, just like you did at St. Mungo's before."
"No, no need." Harry shook his head quickly.
The Hufflepuff common room was very close to the entrance hall, so Kyle could have gone back first, there was no need to risk going upstairs with him.
In this way, even if he was discovered, Filch could only catch him.
But before Harry could say anything else, Kyle walked up the stairs first.
Harry's heart immediately rose to his throat. Based on his past night outing experience, he was sure that if Kyle walked upstairs so blatantly, Filch would definitely find him, and neither of them would be able to run away. No.
Harry wanted to catch up and warn Kyle, but he had just walked halfway up the stairs when Kyle had already reached the second floor.
At the same time, what he worried about most happened.
"Ha, I got you!"
A dim oil lamp moved quickly from the other side of the corridor and soon came to the stairs.
Harry only had to look up to see Filch's gloating face behind the oil lamp.
"It's me, Filch."
Just when Harry was hesitating about what to do, he suddenly heard Kyle's calm voice. It felt like he was greeting Filch, and there was no trace of the panic at being caught wandering at night.
Of course Kyle didn't panic, he had privileges.
"It's you?"
After seeing Kyle's appearance clearly, Filch's face instantly turned disappointed, "Why are you here?"
"Of course, just like you, we are here to look for anyone suspicious." Kyle said calmly, "This is a task assigned to us by Professor Umbridge. The sooner we complete it, the better."
Filch suddenly stopped talking, because based on this matter alone, he had to obey Kyle's command.
This made Filch very uncomfortable, so recently, he has been avoiding direct contact with Kyle.
Now that Kyle mentioned this again, Filch immediately wanted to leave.
Also wanting to leave was Mrs. Norris.
From the moment he saw Kyle, his hair immediately exploded, his body tensed up, and his ears bent back, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
Soon, Filch also noticed this.
"Mrs. Norris, what's wrong with you?"
He was answered with a high-pitched howl and the sound of claws scraping against the floor.
Kyle probably guessed why Mrs. Norris was like this. It should be related to the basilisk.
Just an hour ago, when he released the basilisk from the box, his body was inevitably stained by the smell of the basilisk.
This smell is difficult for wizards to detect, but it is very sensitive to animals. I think Mrs. Norris must have smelled it.
Of course, even if he knew what was going on, Kyle wouldn't be able to tell Filch.
"I think Mrs. Norris must have discovered something. You can take him to the direction of the tower and have a look. Just leave it to me."
"I don't need you to teach me how to do it." Filch's face turned even darker. He stared at Kyle for another minute before turning around with a cold face.
"Let's go, Mrs. Norris."
The dim yellow oil lamp gradually faded away. Kyle waved his hand behind him and continued walking up.
At the corner of the stairs, Harry was stunned by this operation and stood there in a daze.
He never expected that a crisis would be resolved so easily by Kyle?
For a moment, he thought it was daytime, but the bright moonlight in the corridor reminded him that it was indeed curfew time.
It wasn't until the footsteps got farther and farther that he suddenly came to his senses and chased after them.
They walked all the way to the eighth floor, in front of the Fat Lady's portrait, and Filch never appeared again.
"How on earth did you do it?" Harry couldn't help but ask, "Filch didn't punish you."
"Because I have privileges, in order to arrest your DA, I can enter and exit the castle at any time, including curfew." Kyle turned around and asked, "Do you know the password?"
"Ah, I know," said Harry, "fennel cereal."
"The Fat Lady's taste is really...well, unique." Kyle couldn't help but muttered.
"Thanks for the compliment, but I prefer marmalade cereal." The fat lady's voice came from the portrait.
Harry wanted to say something else, but at this time, because he had received the password, the Fat Lady's portrait had opened, revealing the passage behind it.
"Harry, are you back?" Hermione and Ron's voices came from the passage.
"It's me," Harry said.
"Okay, go back quickly." Kyle glanced at him, "If you have a dream like today again, remember to tell Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall as soon as possible.
"Also, if Umbridge asks you tomorrow, just say that the headmaster told you that Sirius was sent to St. Mungo's, and don't say anything else, especially your dream."
"I know," Harry said.
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(End of this chapter)
Chapter 657 Dumbledore’s intuition, getting the Phoenix (two-in-one)
The news of Sirius' injury seemed to have been deliberately concealed by the Ministry of Magic. No one knew what happened that night, and there was no report in the newspapers.
The next day, Hogwarts was as lively as ever, with everyone excitedly discussing the upcoming Christmas and holiday arrangements.
"What on earth does the Ministry of Magic want..." Cedric put down the newspaper in his hand at the Hufflepuff dining table and said angrily: "But there are two people who almost died, and they are still strong adult wizards. This is them The solution? Leave it alone?”
"Obviously... that's right." Kyle spread marmalade on his bread, "This is why I always wanted Professor Dumbledore to run for Minister of Magic, but unfortunately he said nothing. "
"Yes, it would be great if Professor Dumbledore became the minister." Cedric also sighed.
Although he always believed that Hogwarts could not live without Dumbledore, the key was that he would graduate next year... and who the principal would be by then would have nothing to do with him.
So from the bottom of his heart, he was also more inclined to Dumbledore to run for Minister of Magic.
"Okay, let's change the topic." Kyle shook his head, "I want Dumbledore to be the minister. This is only possible if Voldemort becomes the principal of Hogwarts... What are your plans for the holidays?"
"Qiu and I are going to St. Mungo's to visit Sirius." Cedric took a sip of pumpkin juice. "Then we'll go to Diagon Alley. Fred and George have chosen a shop there, and I'm going to join them."
"Join the Weasley Joke Shop?" Kyle asked confused: "But don't you want to join the professional Quidditch team after graduation?
"If I remember correctly, the Mottola Macaws also sent you a trial invitation not long ago."
"That's right." Cedric said calmly, "But I really can't convince myself to leave the UK at this time. I can join a professional team at any time, but it's definitely not now.
"It just so happens that the Weasley brothers also need help. This can be considered as finding something to do for yourself."
"Are you sure?" Kyle glanced at him, "That's a very good team. This opportunity is rare."
"But their current seekers are also very good." Cedric said nonchalantly, "Even if I pass the trial training, I can only be a substitute. It would be good to wait and see for a few more years."