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But why was he injured for no reason? I haven't heard of any big moves by the Death Eaters recently.
The most recent one was in Godric's Hollow, but that time it was Bellatrix who led the team, and those who came with her were some nameless Death Eaters, and Snape was not among them.
Could it be that Voldemort blamed him for the defeat?
No reason.
Or is the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor really that evil?
"Let's not talk about that for now. Your performance really surprised me." Professor McGonagall said.
"Why, is there a flaw?" Kyle asked.
"On the contrary, it's perfect," said Professor McGonagall. "Even if Mr. Aberforth came, he probably wouldn't be able to tell that it was you pretending to be Dumbledore."
At this point, Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Can I ask why you made that decision?"
"what?"
"Quidditch," said Professor McGonagall. "That's not what we discussed."
"I came up with this idea on a whim." Kyle walked up the stairs. "School shouldn't be a dull place. I think it's a good idea to find something to draw everyone's attention. It can also alleviate their fear of the Death Eaters to some extent."
"Although what you said is correct, isn't 200 points a bit too much? This score can even determine the ownership of the house cup." Professor McGonagall stared at Kyle.
She noticed that Dumbledore's silver beard had become much shorter, probably because the effect of the Polyjuice Potion was almost over.
Kyle also noticed this and quickened his pace towards the principal's office, explaining:
"Doesn't the Golden Snitch also have 150 points?" Kyle said, "If we treat this House Cup as a special Quidditch game, it will be easier to understand."
Professor McGonagall didn't think she understood.
Quidditch and the House Cup are two different things. It doesn't make sense.
But she had no choice. Kyle announced the news at the opening banquet as Dumbledore, which meant that the matter was confirmed.
If she told everyone that the event was cancelled, it would only cause more unrest.
And she just noticed that most people didn't seem to care much about this outrageous extra points.
If that's the case, there's no need to do anything more.
Moreover, as a Quidditch fan herself, she naturally wanted to see the game become more exciting.
"Forget about the score." Professor McGonagall continued, "What about the gold medal?"
"Of course it's an extra reward." Kyle stopped in front of the gargoyles on the eighth floor, "Come and cheer them up, give them a little boost."
"How do we get the money?" Professor McGonagall mentioned the most critical issue. "A pure gold medal is not cheap. Although the school can afford it, no one wants to spend such a large sum of money on meaningless things."
"That's easy. The school doesn't need to issue it."
"So are you prepared to pay for it out of your own pocket?"
"I'm a fresh graduate, how can I have so much money?"
"Then what do you think?"
"It's very simple." Kyle's hair had completely turned back to black, and his eyes had also changed back to black. He chuckled, "Of course, whoever said it should pay for it."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 808 The Work of the Hogwarts Headmaster
"Aurora Sinistra wants to replace a new planet model with a magic storage and automatic calibration function. The price is about two thousand Galleons..."
"Filius Flitwick wants to reopen the dueling club for students in the third year and above..."
"Severus Snape needs a full set of magical armor and combat puppets, as well as various potion materials, totaling 200 kilograms..."
The next day, when Kyle leisurely came to the principal's office and saw the bundle of documents on the table that was ten inches high, he was completely dumbfounded.
He had always thought that as long as he could get through yesterday's opening ceremony, this task would be a very easy job.
But what happened to these documents that were sent over now.
He was just a fake who drank Polyjuice Potion and impersonated Dumbledore, and no one told him to really become the headmaster.
And these outrageous demands.
He dared to say that Snape's injury must not be on his mouth, otherwise he would not have asked for two hundred kilograms of potion materials at one time.
That's potion material, not two hundred kilograms of potatoes.
Not to mention precious materials like unicorn horns, aconite, fire dragon eggshells, and fire ash snake eggs, even ordinary consumables like lionfish bone powder and valerian are not cheap.
How dare he take 200 kilograms in one breath?
Oh, there's another one whose mouth is bigger than his,
Slughorn
Not only did he ask for 100 kilograms of potion materials, he also applied for 50 sets of automatic stirring crucibles...
Otherwise, why would the old professor think about his students? A set of automatic stirring crucibles costs thirty-five Galleons, and his casual words mean it costs one thousand seven hundred and fifty Galleons.
Mr. Weasley would have to save up this amount for more than two years without eating or drinking.
Kyle scrolled down again.
Boy, this is even more outrageous.
"Sprout is going to build three new greenhouses..."
"Filch proposes to add thirty-five new school rules..."
"The school hospital wants to purchase the latest potion preservation equipment..."
Kyle placed the parchment back on the pile of papers and looked up at Professor McGonagall.
“These aren’t for me.”
Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"That won't work." Kyle seemed to realize something and said subconsciously, "It's okay for me to use Polyjuice Potion to pretend to be Professor Dumbledore, but I'm pretending to be Dumbledore, not the real headmaster! Let's talk about this after he comes back."
"No, you are wrong." Professor McGonagall said calmly, "You can take out the letter and read it again. It is written very clearly."
letter?
Kyle was slightly stunned.
When he was on the train, he only took the hair and the Polyjuice Potion, and threw the rest aside. Now that Professor McGonagall said this, he really couldn't remember where he put the letter.
Kyle could only rummage around in his pockets.
Galleons, skeleton keys, jerky, owl nuts... He found a lot of small odds and ends, but no letter.
Finally, Fawkes flew over and threw a piece of parchment in his mouth onto the table...which happened to be the letter that Dumbledore had written to him.
Kyle quickly picked it up and took a look.
"It's at the bottom, fifth row from the bottom..." Professor McGonagall reminded.
Kyle looked down.
[Everything you need is in another bag. Please use the Polyjuice Potion to temporarily take my place as the principal.]
That's it.
Kyle had seen it on the train before, but he didn't think much about it. Or rather, when he saw the Polyjuice Potion, he ignored the second half of the sentence.
Kyle thought this was normal. No matter who it was, after seeing the Polyjuice Potion, they would think that it was someone pretending to be him.
Also, which normal person would entrust such an important position as principal to someone who just graduated last year?
Kyle couldn't figure it out anyway.
Just pretend and fool people, why do you take it so seriously?
"No, I guess he must have written it casually." Kyle threw the letter on the table and emphasized, "Professor McGonagall, I just graduated last year. It's too hasty to let me handle school affairs. I'm sure you don't agree, right?"
"Actually, I have no objection, otherwise I wouldn't have given these to you."
To Kyle's surprise, Professor McGonagall, who was always serious, nodded. "And Dumbledore wouldn't make a mistake."
Kyle was in a bad state.
How could she agree to that?
Could it be that the Professor McGonagall in front of me was also someone pretending to be Professor McGonagall after drinking Polyjuice Potion?
Otherwise there is no way to explain why she made such an abnormal decision.
"Not old enough," Kyle said.
"It's not important." Professor McGonagall said calmly.
"The school board will definitely not agree."
"With Dumbledore's letter, they will agree."
“But I have no experience.”
"It's okay. You can learn. No one is born to be a principal. I believe in your ability to learn. This has been verified when you were in school."
"There's no need to believe it at this time." Kyle complained in his heart.
"Then I'll write down my agreement." Kyle, who really couldn't find an excuse, was ready to act rogue and slammed his hand on the document.
Although he hadn't finished reading it, he roughly estimated that in order to meet all these requirements, it would take at least 50,000 to 60,000 Galleons.
He just didn't believe that Professor McGonagall would let him do whatever he wanted.
"That's a good thing, if you can convince the school board to pay for it." Professor McGonagall raised her eyelids slightly, "Oh, by the way, if that's the case, I will also send in an application later.
"I've always felt that the animals needed for Transfiguration were too small and not difficult enough. I wanted to buy some big ones, but I didn't succeed before because of the cost. But now... I guess it won't make a difference."
Looking at Professor McGonagall's indifferent look, Kyle scratched his hair in annoyance.
It would be strange if the school directors agreed to tens of thousands of Galleons. Even for Dumbledore's sake, he wouldn't let them pay so much money, let alone him.
"Okay, okay." Kyle sighed, "That's how Professor Dumbledore did it before."
"What do you mean?" asked Professor McGonagall.