After a simple night's rest, Kyle and Cedric began their search for Dementors again, or rather, for a long time afterwards, this was their main task.

Although Fudge felt that this kind of thing could be done by more professional Aurors, he did not object due to Kyle's insistence.

As for Kyle's idea of ​​offering a bounty to get more wizards involved in hunting Dementors, it was rejected.

Of course, Fudge also wanted to solve the Dementor problem as soon as possible. Even when he met the Muggle Prime Minister last time, the other party emphasized this matter.

Kyle's method is definitely useful, but it requires a lot of money.

After the mysterious man made a comeback, he received reports requesting Galleons almost every day, and he really had no extra money.

This is also the reason why he agreed to let Kyle deal with the Dementors. In the current situation, even one more person would be a good thing.

…

On the other side, after leaving the Ministry of Magic, Kyle did not rush to find the Dementors, but went to Number 12 Grimmauld Place first.

"Kyle? Darling, why are you here?" Mrs. Weasley said happily after opening the door: "Have you had breakfast? Would you like some sandwiches?"

"I'll take two," Kyle said with a smile.

"More is always possible." Mrs. Weasley took Kyle into the kitchen and brought him a large plate of corned beef sandwiches.

"Where are Fred and George?" Kyle asked while eating his sandwich.

"He didn't come back yesterday," said Mrs. Weasley. "The shop is too busy. They have to keep making those anti-Dementor necklaces... How about you? How come you have time to come here today? Are you on vacation?"

"Of course not." Kyle picked up the second sandwich and said, "I came here to see if Professor Dumbledore is here."

"Dumbledore?" said Mrs. Weasley. "He hasn't been here since he brought Harry here."

"Is that so..." Kyle was a little disappointed.

"What do you want from Dumbledore?"

“I thought I’d ask him if he had any Gublerite fire,” Kyle said, shoveling his second corned beef sandwich into his mouth and finishing his glass of pumpkin juice.

After learning that Dumbledore was not here, Kyle prepared to leave.

But at this moment, Sirius and Lupin just walked in from outside.

They looked very listless and seemed like they hadn't slept for several days.

"Those werewolves are so dangerous..." Sirius complained, "Remus, I don't think they can stand on our side. Don't waste your energy."

"No, we have gained something." Lupin said, "At least we have won over more than twenty werewolves."

"That's because other werewolves look down on them," said Sirius.

The werewolves that Lupin was friends with were either skinny or old with only a few teeth left. They had no fighting power at all and were a pure waste of time.

But Lupin didn't think so.

"This is just the beginning..." He said patiently, "Also, I've recently been in contact with a werewolf group hiding in Diagon Alley. They have been suppressed because they are unwilling to join Fenrir Greyback. I think this is a good opportunity."

"I wouldn't dare trust other werewolves as much as I trust you," Sirius muttered.

But he knew he couldn't convince Lupin, so he stopped talking and looked at Kyle who had just finished his sandwich.

"Long time no see, Kyle." Sirius greeted him. "I just heard you say that you were looking for some kind of Grub Fire. What is that?"

"It's the Gublerite fairy fire," Lupin corrected, "a magical flame that will never go out. It's a top-level alchemical item and very rare... Kyle, what do you want this thing for?"

"To deal with Dementors." Kyle said truthfully: "In addition to the Patronus, magical fire is also their nemesis, but using the Fiendish Fire Curse all the time is too tiring."

Hearing the Fiery Curse, Mrs. Weasley shuddered and couldn't help saying, "Kyle, you are not yet an adult. You shouldn't use that kind of dangerous dark magic."

"I know." Kyle said, "That's why I want to find Professor Dumbledore and ask him if he still has the Gublerite."

"As far as I know, there should be." Lupin thought for a moment, "Among the gifts Hagrid brought to the giant, one was the Gublerite. Even Dumbledore wouldn't have a second top-level alchemical creation like this."

"What? Gave it to the giant?" Kyle felt terrible.

He vaguely remembered that when he was chatting with Hagrid some time ago, he did say that Dumbledore gave him something as a gift before visiting the giant tribe, but Kyle didn't know what it was, and Hagrid didn't say either.

He never expected that it was the Gublai fairy fire.

Kyle just felt a pang of heartache.

What a waste! If we give this good thing to the giants, will they use it? Kyle sighed, stood up and prepared to leave.

As Lupin said, even Dumbledore wouldn't have a second one of this kind of good stuff.

"Wait a minute..." Sirius suddenly said, "Although I don't know if that thing is the Gublerite fairy fire you are looking for, but if it is a magical flame that will never go out, I know where to find it."

"You knew?" Kyle looked at him in surprise.

"Come with me." Sirius didn't explain and walked out of the room. "Hurry up, the sooner you go, the sooner you can come back. I'm so sleepy..."

Kyle hurriedly followed.

…

Five minutes later, the two arrived at Gringotts Wizarding Bank in Diagon Alley.

"I need to go to the Black family vault," Sirius said, pulling out a key and handing it over.

The goblin sitting behind the counter took the key, checked it carefully, and said with a smile:

"Welcome, Mr. Black."

"Don't talk so much." Sirius waved his hand impatiently, "If there is no problem, take us there quickly."

"As you wish..."

Another goblin came over and led them to the familiar passage.

"You'd better be prepared, Kyle. This is not going to be a pleasant trip." Sirius got on the cart reluctantly. "I really don't understand why Gringotts can't just use the key to enter the underground vault."

"The key alone is not safe enough," said the goblin who brought them here.

After Kyle got on, the cart rushed them all the way through the area where the real waterfall and the fire dragon were, and then went a long distance forward.

There were fewer and fewer vault doors on both sides, and the light was getting dimmer and dimmer. After an unknown amount of time, just when Sirius was about to vomit, the cart finally stopped.

At this time, the only thing they could see in front of them was a vault door.

The goblin jumped off the cart first and opened the vault with a key and a series of tedious operations.

The moment the vault door was opened, the dim passage seemed to be dyed gold.

Kyle couldn't even count how many gold Galleons were piled up in there. Gems of various colors, gorgeous armor and swords were thrown on the ground like garbage.

Sirius walked in and kicked a jewel-encrusted mirror aside nonchalantly. His eyes passed over the piles of Galleons and finally fell on a torch that was used as a lighting tool at the top of the vault.

The flame is small, but steady...

Kyle recognized it at a glance. This was the Gublei Fairy Fire he was looking for.

He had guessed since arriving at Diagon Alley that this thing was in the Black family's vault?

The Gubley fairy fire is a very special magical flame. It will not go out no matter it is in water, on the top of a snowy mountain, or in a completely sealed vault. It is most suitable for ancient pure-blood families like the Black family to use to demonstrate their status.

"How is it? Is this what you are looking for?" Sirius asked.

"That's right." Kyle nodded, "It is indeed the Gublai Fairy Fire."

"Take it..." Sirius waved his wand, ready to take it down.

Because the torches seemed to be permanently attached with a spell and could not be moved, he even prepared to blow up the wall of the vault, not caring about the safety issues that would follow.

Of course, Gringotts' vault cannot be destroyed by just any spell.

Finally, the goblin who was accompanying him couldn't stand it anymore, snapped his fingers with a dark face, and took the initiative to help Sirius take down the torch.

"Are you kidding me?" Sirius was immediately unhappy. "I never ask for back anything I give away, not to mention that you are giving it to deal with Dementors...

"I was tortured by Dementors for twelve years. I wanted to kill them for a long time... but unfortunately I had other things to do."

"It's for you!" He waved his hand. "Also, everything here counts as one, no matter what you like, you can take it away... Oh, except for the title deed to the Black ancestral home, that place is still useful."

The Black family's ancestral home was number twelve Grimmauld Place, but he couldn't tell the exact address in front of a goblin.

"No need, the Gublai Fairy Fire is enough..." Kyle glanced at the golden mountain around him, and suddenly froze for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and then asked:

"Sirius, do you really want to fight the Dementors?"

"I dream about it," Sirius said without hesitation.

This is true. No matter who you are, as long as you have been in Azkaban, there is no one who doesn't want to kill the Dementors.

"I have an idea..." Kyle whispered as he repeated the previous bounty hunting matter. "The only problem now is that the Ministry of Magic is short of money. If someone is willing to donate, I think Fudge will definitely not refuse. By the way, you can also gain some fame."

"Galons are not a problem..." Sirius thought for a while and did not agree immediately. Instead, he asked, "But have you ever thought about what would happen if the people who hunt Dementors could not put out the Fiendfyre... If we let that thing continue to exist, it would be a much greater threat than the Dementors."

"Don't worry, if they plan to exchange the reward, they must find a way to extinguish the Fiendfyre." Kyle took out a bottle and shook it.

"What is this?" Sirius asked in confusion.

"The ashes left behind by the Dementors are also proof."

Kyle said, “Only by bringing this thing here can they exchange it for the reward of Galleons. If they don’t extinguish the Fiendfyre, they won’t be able to get it.

"And I've already asked. The Auror Office has a magic item specifically for detecting Fiendfyre. Once Fiendfyre grows to a certain size, an alarm will sound and the specific location will be displayed."

"In addition, the Dementor's hood can also be used as proof. Both of these items have the same cold and gloomy aura as the Dementors, and they come with anti-counterfeiting marks, which ordinary wizards cannot forge."

"If that's the case." Sirius didn't hesitate this time, "I'll offer three thousand... no, five thousand Galleons."

…

After both of them had taken what they needed, they took the cart back to Gringotts.

Because he had other things on his mind, Sirius did not complain about this uncomfortable means of transportation this time.

It was not until the two of them left Gringotts that he asked, "Do you think this will really help Remus?"

"I can only say it's possible. This is a good opportunity, but the details depend on Fudge's opinion." Kyle said, "The problem of werewolves has always existed. It's not easy to eliminate the gap between them and wizards."

"I don't care about other werewolves..." Sirius muttered, "I only care about Remus."

"That's much easier."

After leaving Diagon Alley, the two returned to the Ministry of Magic and found Fudge.

"Will you make a donation to the Ministry of Magic?"

After learning the purpose of the two people's visit, Fudge stood up immediately.

How long has it been since Malfoy suddenly disappeared? How long has it been since he heard such happy words?

"Of course, Mr. Minister." Sirius said with a stern face, "I know better than anyone how dangerous Dementors are, and I am willing to help."

"Please take a seat, Mr. Black." Fudge said happily, "The Ministry of Magic will not forget your contribution."

"This is what I should do..." Sirius glanced at Kyle.

Kyle shook his head slightly, signaling him to be patient.

Then, the three of them started chatting.

Fudge had other things to do, but right now, nothing was more important than a donation of 5,000 Galleons.

As long as he uses it well, such a large sum of money will be enough for him to redeem his incompetent image.

The content of this discussion was mainly about some details of the bounty on Dementors, such as how to avoid destroying buildings or harming Muggles while hunting Dementors.

Kyle and Fudge were talking most of the time, and then Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, and Alastor Moody, who had received a message from Sirius, came.

There was a constant buzz in the minister's office, and Sirius, who couldn't get a word in, became drowsy. He could only keep drinking strong tea to keep himself awake.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, he heard a familiar name.

"Speaking of werewolves..." Kyle kicked Sirius under the table, and he suddenly woke up.

"I haven't thought about how to solve this problem. Unlike giants, they are clearly on the side of the Death Eaters. And unlike Dementors, they read newspapers, so offering a bounty is useless."

"Yes, werewolves are indeed a big trouble." Fudge rubbed his forehead.

"But..." Kyle said, "I do know someone who is working hard to solve the werewolf problem, and he doesn't want any reward."

"Who is it?" Fudge became interested.

"Remus Lupin," said Kyle.

"Lupin..."

Fudge thought for a moment. "I remember that he seemed to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts a few years ago... I remember that he seemed to be the only werewolf who graduated from Hogwarts in nearly three centuries. Oh, and he seemed to be a good friend of Mr. Black."

Although Fudge and Lupin had no connection at all, he still revealed Lupin's identity in just a few words, and in great detail.

Obviously, he was not able to become the minister simply because of luck.

"Yes, we are friends."

Kyle kicked Sirius again and he said quickly, "We were still running around in the Black Forest the other day. He hasn't slept for several days because of the werewolf thing."

“Thank you for your hard work…”

Fudge glanced at Sirius and paused slightly, but immediately returned to normal.

"I heard that when he was in Hogwarts, he was the most popular Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. If it weren't for his identity as a werewolf, he would probably be the first professor to be re-elected as the professor of this course."

"Who says it isn't true?" Sirius sighed, "He is restricted in every way because of his identity as a werewolf. Sometimes I really want to do something for him."

"How are his grades?" Fudge asked suddenly.

"He was a prefect," said Sirius. "He left with ten certificates."

"What an excellent result." Fudge looked at the head of the Auror Office next to him, "Rufus, I remember you always said that there were not enough staff. What do you think of him?"

"Remus Lupin?" Scrimgeour frowned. Wasn't this a discussion about Dementors? Why was it suddenly brought up here? "But he's a werewolf..." Scrimgeour said.

"I don't think it's a big deal." Fudge shook his head and said, "The identity of a werewolf is not something he can decide, but he is still willing to help us, that's enough.

"And he'd definitely meet the requirements to be an Auror, wouldn't he?"

"But..." Scrimgeour was still a little hesitant. "It's never happened before to have a werewolf as an Auror."

"That's because you are prejudiced against werewolves," Moody said gruffly.

"I am not biased!" Scrimgeour said in a deep voice, "But I have to be responsible for the other Aurors. What if they get bitten accidentally?"

"Even if you bite, Remus won't." Moody sneered.

"Don't forget..." Scrimgeour said, unbendingly, "there is no reason for a werewolf on a full moon."

"Okay, okay, stop arguing." Fudge quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Now is a special period." He said, "We should let more werewolves who want to live a normal life see our kindness and let them know that they are not the only way to join the Death Eaters.

"Remus Lupin is a good choice, Rufus, I really think you can consider it."

(End of this chapter)