"Please believe me, Professor Umbridge, I have no intention of hiding anything. In fact, my owl was sent to the Ministry three hours ago."

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Kyle looked at Umbridge, who was glaring at him, and said calmly, "There are very detailed investigation results there. These are all the information I recently got from Hagrid."

"I hope you're not lying to me," Umbridge snapped, not even using her usual coquettish voice.

"Of course not." Kyle shook his head. "If I had known that you would come back early, I would not have sent the letter to the Ministry of Magic by owl."

Umbridge returned early, storming into the castle in undisguised rage the same afternoon that Kell had locked Harry in the Room of Requirement.

"I shouldn't have left school." Umbridge gritted her teeth and said, "Tell me what you found out."

"Someone is writing to Dumbledore," said Kell calmly. "A lot of people."

Umbridge stared at Kyle with a scrutinizing look, and nodded slowly after hearing what he said. "It seems you didn't lie to me."

"Of course not." Kyle asked, "Professor, how did you know this?"

"You are not the only one in this school," said Umbridge meaningfully. "The Minister wants to see you."

"Great." Kyle said happily, "Shall we go to the Ministry of Magic now?"

"Of course, the sooner the better." Umbridge grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the fireplace.

"Hurry up, don't keep the minister waiting too long."

Kyle was a little surprised.

After all, in Hogwarts, except for the headmaster's office, the fireplaces in other places are not connected to the Floo network, including the professors' offices.

But Kyle soon realized that if Umbridge wanted to open a Floo network for the fireplace in her office, it wouldn't be a difficult task.

He walked calmly into the fireplace and shouted, "Ministry of Magic!"

The next second, Kyle found himself in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. There were fireplaces along the entire corridor, and wizards walked in or out every moment.

Soon, Umbridge arrived.

"Come with me," she said, and led Kyle through the crowded crowd, striding towards the elevator without any intention of hiding.

Even in the Ministry of Magic, Umbridge was very famous. Everyone they met along the way would make way for her in advance and greet her enthusiastically.

But when Umbridge couldn't see them, they would immediately put on another expression of disgust.

But Umbridge didn't know all this. She walked ahead with her neck held high, like a toad with a stiff neck.

Soon, they arrived in front of the elevator.

Umbridge chose the one that had just come down.

Although there were many people waiting outside, no one came in until the golden fence in front of the elevator was closed... There were only Umbridge and Kyle in the elevator.

Judging from Umbridge's expression, she seemed to have gotten used to it and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"Professor, what does the minister want to talk to me about?" Kyle couldn't help but ask.

"You'll know when you get there." Umbridge glanced at Kyle and did not answer.

Kyle nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Since there was no one else, the elevator reached its destination quickly.

"First floor." The emotionless female voice said, "Minister's Office, including the Senior Deputy Minister's Office, the Minister's Assistant Office, and the Logistics Department."

They walked out of the elevator and continued along the corridor.

Kyle noticed that there was a very imposing golden door with a sign of the Minister's Office on it. But strangely, Umbridge did not stop here, but continued to walk forward until she reached the end of the corridor, in front of a door with the word "Tea Room" written on it.

Umbridge's previous arrogance disappeared, and she turned into a flattering look and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Fudge's voice came from inside.

After getting the consent, Umbridge pushed open the door.

It was a room about the size of a Hogwarts classroom, and there was only one person in it.

"Minister," said Umbridge respectfully.

"Well, thank you for your hard work, Dolores." Fudge nodded. He looked at Kyle and forced a smile. "Sorry, kid, I called you over during the holidays."

"It's okay, Mr. Minister." Kyle said sincerely, "I'd like to do something more meaningful than a boring vacation."

"It's rare that you think this way." Fudge laughed again, much more naturally than before.

"Hypocritical guy." Umbridge cursed in her heart, but she still smiled on the surface.

"Hurry up and sit down." Fudge pointed to the seat opposite him. "What do you like to drink, butterbeer? Or black tea? I think red currant rum is the best, but you are not an adult yet, are you?"

"Butterbeer then."

As Kyle finished speaking, a bottle of butterbeer appeared on the table in front of him. Judging from the bottle, it should be a product of the Leaky Cauldron.

"I just received your letter." Fudge said casually, "To be honest, I have never seen such a big owl. Dawlish swore that it was a brand new magical animal."

"Laton is usually quite greedy, so he grew a little bigger," Kyle said with a smile.

"So what you wrote in the letter is true?" Fudge said suddenly, "Someone has been contacting Dumbledore recently?"

Umbridge frowned and glanced at Kyle intentionally or unintentionally.

Although Fudge's words proved that Kyle did write a letter, Umbridge did not expect that the letter was not sent to her, but directly to Fudge, which made her very unhappy.

But she couldn't show it in front of Fudge. She could only keep it in mind and prepare to settle the score with Kyle when she returned to Hogwarts.

"Indeed."

Kyle didn't know what Umbridge was thinking. He put down the butter beer in his hand and said, "As far as I know, Dumbledore has been in contact with those famous wizards in the wizarding world recently, Dougal MacPhail, Nicolas Flamel and Madam Maxime of Beauxbatons.

"Of course, there must have been others, but they didn't communicate directly, and the messages were all passed on by Hagrid, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts.

It’s just that Hagrid’s… well, he’s very secretive, so I didn’t see the contents of the letter, and I don’t know what they’re doing.”

"Of course it's to fight against the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge's expression suddenly became distorted and he slammed the table hard.

"It's not that serious." Kyle whispered, "It may be for other things..."

"No, you underestimate them." Fudge turned to look at Umbridge, "Show them to him."

"But..." Umbridge hesitated.

"It doesn't matter. Kyle is one of us and we can trust him completely," Foley said.

There was no other way. Even if she was unwilling, Umbridge could only take out an opened letter and put it on the table.

Kyle saw clearly what was above.

[You should have done this a long time ago, Albus. See you on the 20th.]

Kyle almost laughed out loud, this letter was so familiar to him, it was supposed to be sent to Hagrid, but ended up appearing in Umbridge's place.

Needless to say, someone must have attacked the delivery owl and stolen the letter.

Of course, although he knew exactly what was going on, Kyle still pretended to be confused and asked, "Professor, what is this?"

"The letters exchanged between Dumbledore and those people are also evidence of their attempt to rebel against the Ministry of Magic."

Umbridge said in an exaggerated voice: "I can't believe that such a horrific thing could happen in Hogwarts."

Then, she said with a hint of pride, "They even added an anti-peeping magic to the envelope. If anyone tried to open the envelope, the letter inside would be automatically destroyed, but I finally cracked it."

Kyle blinked. Didn't they use anti-Muggle magic? How did it become an anti-peeping magic that could automatically destroy letters? Did the Owl Post Office have such a service?

This is obviously an attempt to take credit. If I didn't know the truth, I might have been fooled by her.

Looking at Umbridge, who was so smug and seemed to be waiting for Fudge's praise, Kyle almost laughed out loud... but fortunately he held it back.

"I think we should capture that Rubeus Hagrid. As long as we hand him over to the Aurors for interrogation, perhaps we can find out what Dumbledore's real purpose is."

Fudge had been very irritable these days. He felt that his position as Minister of Magic was under serious threat, more than ever before.

It all started two days ago when someone saw Phoenix delivering a letter to Headmistress Sassia at St. Mungo's.

And in the wizarding world, only Dumbledore has a phoenix.

Now that the Phoenix has appeared in St. Mungo's, does it mean that Dumbledore is trying to win over Sassia, the headmaster of St. Mungo's?

Fudge wasn't sure, but that didn't stop him from thinking so.

Because Sassia holds a pivotal position in the wizarding world and her potions have saved so many people, if she stands on Dumbledore's side, it will definitely affect a large number of people, and even many of those who originally supported him will immediately turn against him.

Fortunately, no news has been released so far, which means that Dean Sasia did not agree immediately.

Fudge naturally would not sit idly by, so he wanted to hint to Malfoy and asked him to donate some money to St. Mungo's in the name of the Ministry of Magic.

He had done this before when he needed reputation, and Malfoy was happy to pay a sum of money in exchange for the friendship of the Ministry of Magic.

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But what Fudge didn't expect was that he still hadn't received a reply even after sending the letter for several days.

This has never happened before.

Two unreasonable things happened at the same time, which made Fudge feel uneasy. He was afraid that even Malfoy had turned to Dumbledore's side.

He was well aware of the methods the Malfoy family used to win people's hearts. No one would remain indifferent if they gave out large sums of gold Galleons.

Coupled with the letters that Umbridge and Kyle delivered one after another today, Fudge was almost going crazy.

Especially since the names Kyle just mentioned also include Nicolas Flamel... a legendary alchemist who lived for more than 600 years and still had the Philosopher's Stone in his hand. It is no exaggeration to say that the wizards who want to make friends with him can line up from London to Paris.

If this is true, then he has absolutely no chance of winning.

Fudge didn't want to lose his position as Minister of Magic, so he had to resist.

But now there is no news that is good for him... No, maybe there is another way.

Although it is a bit risky, it is the only way for him to turn defeat into victory at the moment.

Fudge's face was gloomy and uncertain.

But at this moment, Umbridge was still talking incessantly about her plan, and the chattering made him extremely irritated.

"You go out first." Fudge said suddenly.

"What?" Umbridge was stunned for a moment, then quickly said: "Believe me, Minister, as long as Rubeus Hagrid identifies Dumbledore, we can let the Aurors bring him to the Ministry of Magic, and then..."

"Get out!" Without any warning, Fudge grabbed the wine glass in front of him and threw it at Umbridge's head.

"Dumbledore will soon replace me... Bring him to the Ministry of Magic. Do you want me to step down a few days earlier?"

"No, Minister, I didn't..." Umbridge was frightened and trembling, "I just wanted to help you share your worries..."

But Fudge didn't listen to her explanation and pointed to the door again. "Go away. If you want to work at the pest consulting office, stay here!"

This time Umbridge didn't dare stay any longer and almost crawled out of the tea room.

Kyle also stood up, "Then Minister, I also..."

"No, Kyle, it has nothing to do with you." Fudge forced a smile. "I just don't want that idiot to interrupt our conversation. Where were we just talking about?"

"Correspondence between Dumbledore and others," said Kell.

"Ah, that's it." Fudge rubbed his forehead, "You and that Rubeus, um...what's his name."

"Hagrid," said Kyle.

"Yes, how is your relationship with him?"

"Not bad," said Kyle, "He always thought I was supporting Dumbledore, so he was very friendly to me.

"Do you want me to help you find out the contents of other letters?"

"You are smarter than that idiot." Fudge looked at Kyle, "I need to know what actions they are taking on the 20th and whether they are related to the Ministry of Magic... This is very important."

"No problem, Minister. Leave it to me." Kyle patted his chest and assured, "Besides, I have a good relationship with Ms. Maxime and Mr. McPhail. Perhaps I can try to convince them to support the Ministry of Magic."

"This is the best news I have heard today." Fudge's frown seemed to relax a little. "Thank you for your hard work. If you need anything, just let me know. The Ministry of Magic will fully support you."

"I'm just doing the right thing, how can it be hard?" Kyle said seriously.

"You're right, we're doing the right thing."

Even Fudge, who had been in a state of panic recently, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I really hope you can graduate early and come to work at the Ministry of Magic. I've even prepared your office for you. It's right next door."

He pointed to the wall behind Kyle.

"Senior Assistant to the Minister. To be honest, no one has ever been given such an important position when they first join the Ministry of Magic, but I think you deserve this honor."

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Minister," Kyle said with a smile.

The tea room was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

…

It was already evening when Kyle returned to Hogwarts.

He had just come out of the fireplace and hadn't even stood firm when Umbridge came over angrily. Before she even arrived, she could already hear the scolding.

"You are so brave!"

Kyle raised an eyebrow, "I don't understand you, Professor."

"How dare you write directly to the Minister." Umbridge said gloomily, "Do you know how much time this will take up for the Minister?"

"Sorry." Kyle said casually, "Maybe I was careless and wrote the wrong name. Anyway, you have to show the letter to the minister later, so it should be fine."

Wrong name?

Umbridge laughed out of anger; she didn't believe such a poor excuse.

But now was not the time to pursue these issues. Umbridge just wanted to know why Fudge was angry with her just now.

"Tell me the contents of the letter, and maybe I can forgive you."

"Sorry, professor, this is confidential information. I can't tell you..." Kyle said calmly, "Please move aside. You're blocking my way."

"What's your tone!" Umbridge screamed, "I don't believe you would write the wrong name. You did it on purpose. As punishment, I will put you in detention for a month."

"If you insist, I'm sure it'll be okay."

Kyle said indifferently, "But Professor Umbridge, Minister Fudge has given me a new task. If you are delayed because of your detention, I am afraid you will really have to go to the Pest Advisory Office. Do you like working there?"

Umbridge was so angry that her head grew bigger and she stood there gasping for breath.

Is this a threat? Of course it is! Before today, she never thought that Kyle would dare to speak to her in this tone one day, which made Umbridge a little difficult to accept for a while.

But Kyle didn't care and walked around Umbridge to the door naturally.

"Oh, right..." Just as Kyle was about to walk out, he suddenly thought of something and turned back to say, "According to Minister Fudge's request, you need to follow my instructions for the next action."

"This is impossible!" Umbridge roared, "I am the Deputy Minister of Magic, the Senior Inquisitor of Hogwarts, and you are just a student who has not graduated yet."

"I know, but that's what the minister arranged. If you don't believe me, you can go and check it out." Kyle said with a smile, "Good luck, professor."

Kyle then walked out of the office, closing the door for Umbridge.

The next second, there was a crackling sound from inside, as if someone had smashed a vase.

(End of this chapter)