At the same time, the others also inspected their own floors. Needless to say, no one gained anything.

Some people seemed very unwilling, such as Montague and Filch.

"I know they're going to do something tonight," Filch said as soon as he got to the eighth floor. "Peeves is wreaking havoc on the first floor. I heard him screaming."

"Did you catch anyone?" Kyle asked.

"No," Filch said angrily. "When I rushed over, they were gone, but I found a lot of footprints. There should be more than a dozen people."

"But we can't catch people by footprints, Mr. Filch." Kyle glanced at him, "Unless you can take away everyone's shoes and compare them one by one."

Filch's face turned a little ugly. He snorted coldly, turned around and walked downstairs without saying anything.

He still couldn't understand why Umbridge asked him to follow the orders of a student, when he could obviously do these things himself.

"How rude." Kyle shook his head.

On the other side, Mr. Meng was much more honest. Although he was also annoyed about not catching anyone, he did not show it. He just stood quietly at the back, trying to reduce his presence.

"Okay, don't be discouraged." Kyle looked at everyone, "It's only the first day. It's normal that we didn't get any results. As long as those people haven't given up on violating school rules, we will catch them one day."

After Kyle encouraged everyone for a few words, he clapped his hands and said, "Now, everyone go back and rest, so as not to be late for class tomorrow."

Several Slytherins went downstairs without saying a word, and Kyle also returned to the Hufflepuff common room.

It was already late, and when he pushed open the barrel door, Cedric and Connor were the only ones sitting in the common room, killing time with exploding cards.

"You're finally back." Cedric checked the time and said with a smile, "But having said that, you guys are really hard-working. You're busy until this late."

"Who told you to run away early?" Kyle smiled and walked over to sit in the armchair between the two of them.

"How does it feel?" Kanna put down the cards in her hand and asked with interest.

"Well... not bad." Kyle said, "If you are interested, I can convince Umbridge to let you be my assistant."

"Forget it." Kanna shook her head hurriedly, "I can't guarantee that I won't be exposed. It's better for you to come."

"It's okay, the assistant's job is to follow me, there will be no problem." Kyle said.

Kanna was somewhat tempted, mainly because everyone had things to do and she also wanted to help.

"And this is a rare opportunity." Kyle continued, "You can experience in advance the feeling of fighting wits and courage with the enemy, just like the members of the Order of the Phoenix have always done."

"Should be the head of the Auror Office." Cedric teased, "Don't forget that you are in charge of a group of Slytherins."

"If Montague and the others were Aurors, the Ministry of Magic would be finished." Kyle shrugged. "Of course, the same goes for people like me."

Kyle's self-deprecating words made Kanna couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Then the three of them chatted in the common room for a while until they returned to their dormitories in the early morning.

…

The next day, in order to make the scene look more realistic, Cedric did not sit next to Kyle as usual during dinner, but deliberately moved to a place farther away.

Although Kyle felt that there was no need to do this, as everyone, including Umbridge, was staring at Gryffindor and no one knew that he was also a member of the DA, Cedric enjoyed doing it and even raised his head from time to time to glare at Kyle with a vicious look.

It’s just that his acting skills are really not that good, Kyle had to purse his lips to try not to laugh out loud.

However, in contrast, the Slytherin students became much friendlier towards him.

As soon as the Charms class was over, several Slytherins came over to chat with Kyle and invited him to their home during the Christmas holidays.

"We hold a dance every Christmas holiday. You must not miss it. It is much more lively than last year's school dance..." said a sixth-year Slytherin. "And many important people will come, including Minister Fudge who occasionally comes."

"Really? That's great. If I have time, I will definitely go." Kyle said as he quietly quickened his pace.

But just as they left the classroom corridor, they were stopped by two people on their way to the auditorium.

"Weasley..." Before Kyle could say anything, a Slytherin stood up and said, "What do you want to do!"

"It has nothing to do with you. We are not here to look for you." Fred glanced at him, then looked at Kyle viciously and said, "Do you dare to come with us?"

"Of course, why not?" Kyle said with a smile.

As soon as he was out of sight, the expression on Fred's face changed.

"How on earth did you do it?" He tried to restrain his excitement and said in a low voice: "Our suspension has been revoked... George, Harry, and I can all continue to play."

"Oh, that's great." Kyle smiled and said, "Congratulations."

"But how on earth did you manage to make that old toad Umbridge change her mind?" Fred asked again.

He was just too curious.

Umbridge had been here for so long, and she had never heard of anyone being able to make her take back a punishment, not even once.

Even when Professor McGonagall went to see her a few days ago, she was unable to change the situation where Professor Trelawney was retained for observation.

"I just wrote a letter to the Malfoys," said Kyle.

"Is it that simple?"

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"certainly."

Fred was a little unconvinced, but before he could ask any more questions, George on the other side of the corridor waved his hand to interrupt him.

The next second, they heard a burst of messy footsteps.

Someone is coming.

Fred had no choice but to put on a vicious look again and shouted, "Just wait and see, don't let us see you again!"

After that, he and George walked quickly to the other side of the corridor and left the corridor before Umbridge came over.

…

The next week continued like this.

Cedric was fine, but Fred and George could only sneak around to talk to Kyle or go to the Room of Requirement after curfew.

At first they found it interesting, but after a while it became a bit boring.

"Let's wait a little longer... maybe the Slytherins will go home during the Christmas holidays." Fred said this after another DA meeting.

As per custom, they went to see off the other students, with Kyle walking ahead of them in case anyone suddenly showed up.

Everything was going well until midnight.

Kyle was about to go back, but Professor McGonagall suddenly came over and stood in front of Kyle in front of everyone.

"Dumbledore is looking for you, come with me." Then she took Kyle away without saying anything, leaving a group of Slytherins standing there in panic.

"Damn it, why did the headmaster get involved?" A fifth-year student couldn't help but say, "What should we do? Go find Professor Umbridge?"

"No, don't move." Montaigne looked at the direction where Kyle was taken away, rolled his eyes, and said in a gloating tone: "Isn't it just the principal? We should trust Kyle, he will definitely be able to solve this trouble."

"But..." The man wanted to say something else.

"So, didn't you hear what I said just now?" Mrs. Meng took two steps forward and looked at him coldly.

Looking at the tall and strong Meng Tai, the man immediately shook his head, "No, I don't."

"That's good." Mrs. Montano nodded with satisfaction. "Besides, it's already so late, we'd better not disturb Professor Umbridge's rest. Now, let's go back to the common room and talk about it tomorrow."

Mrs. Meng's words were immediately agreed upon by some people. They all chose to conceal the truth and went downstairs talking and laughing, as if nothing had happened.

Malfoy stayed at the end of the team. He glanced in the direction of the headmaster's office, a trace of confusion flashing across his expression.

But under the constant urging of Pansy and Crabbe, he finally took a deep breath and caught up with the others.

…

(End of this chapter)