London.

St. Mungo's.

Cedric's injury was not serious. A young therapist hurried into the ward, held his leg and twisted it violently, then skillfully wrapped two rounds of bandages around it.

"Okay, drink another potion after that, and your bones will grow back tomorrow."

After saying that, he hurriedly left the ward again. At this time, Kyle had just opened the packaging of the Chocolate Frog, and the whole process took no more than a minute.

"I told you, there's no need to come to St. Mungo's." Cedric said helplessly.

"It's better to be cautious." Mr. Diggory said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "From now on, let the task of hunting down Dementors be left to the Aurors. You just stay in the Ministry of Magic."

"Dad, I'm fine." Cedric said, "The reason I got hurt this time is just because of my lack of experience."

"no."

"Capturing Dementors is primarily the responsibility of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, not the Aurors."

"Then I'll go," insisted Mr. Diggory, and his meaning was simple, that Cedric was not to be allowed to take any more risks.

When he received Cedric's message for help, he felt like the sky was falling and almost fainted in the office.

"But..." Cedric wanted to say something else.

"Just listen to Mr. Diggory." Kyle interrupted him, "There are fewer and fewer Dementors now, and there is no need for us to capture them deliberately."

"Besides, didn't you want to take a vacation before? Now is the perfect time. Instead of three days, how about a week? During this time, you can rest and recover from your injuries."

"Great!" said Mr. Diggory happily. "Thank you so much, Kyle. And this time, it's also thanks to you for saving Ced..."

"It's okay, we are in this together after all," Kyle said.

"No." Cedric shook his head. "Seven days is too long. The department is already short of people. Let's just do three days."

"That was in the past. Don't forget that the Dementor problem has been solved now." Kyle waved his hand, stood up and said, "It's settled."

Then Kyle said hello to Mr. Diggory and left St. Mungo's without waiting for Cedric to say anything.

…

When he returned to the Ministry of Magic, someone was already waiting for him.

"How are you? Are you not hurt?" Chris asked.

“No,” Kyle said.

"That's good." Chris took Kyle into the elevator, "Come on, I'll take you to the Auror office."

As the target of the Death Eaters' attack, Kyle would definitely have to go to the Auror's office, which he had thought of a long time ago.

After arriving at the second floor, the two left the elevator and walked along a corridor covered with wanted posters.

"The Minister takes this attack very seriously. No matter what, we must find and catch the escaped Death Eater!"

Before he even reached the door, Kyle heard Scrimgeour's roar.

"Also, tell everyone to be vigilant. If the Death Eaters appear again, they must be caught... With so many Aurors, are we not as good as Kyle, a kid who is less than seventeen years old?"

At this moment, there was a knock on the office door.

Then Chris opened the door and walked in with Kyle.

There are more portraits in the Auror's office than in the corridor outside, almost covering the entire wall. The tables and cabinets are piled with files and materials, and other places are occupied by various strange and bizarre magical items.

Kyle noticed that there was a huge mirror next to Scrimgeour, which reflected many people, but none of them were in the room.

In addition, there is a peephole as big as a bludger on the windowsill, which is rotating calmly.

"You're here, Chris." Scrimgeour's tone was much calmer.

"How is it? I hope I didn't disturb you." Chris asked.

"No," said Scrimgeour, and with a wave of his hand the Aurors in the room left.

"I think this is your first time here." Scrimgeour looked at Kyle. "Just briefly describe the situation. It won't take too long... Oh, please sit down. Your father and I are good friends. Just be casual."

"Okay," Kyle said, and sat down on a couch that didn't have that many papers on it.

"So..." Scrimgeour pulled out a piece of parchment, "how many Death Eaters are there this time?"

"Two," Kyle blurted out.

Scrimgeour nodded and made a mark on the parchment. "Do you know who they are? Names or characteristics will do."

"I don't know about the one who was caught." Kyle said, "But the witch who escaped should be named Carol."

"Carrow... witch?" Scrimgeour thought for a moment. "It should be Alecto Carrow. She and Amycus Carrow were suspected of being Death Eaters seventeen years ago, but they insisted that they were under the Imperius Curse, and there was insufficient evidence, so they escaped trial."

"This wasn't uncommon back then," Chris said, seemingly explaining something to Kyle.

"The You-Know-Who fell suddenly. Plus, the Ministry of Magic was in chaos at the time. It was difficult... impossible to put a large number of pure-blood wizards in Azkaban. That's why there are these few who slipped through the net."

"Yes ... but not anymore," said Scrimgeour.

"What happened after that, how did you defeat them."

Of course Kyle couldn't tell the truth, but he had already thought of an excuse.

There was no need to hide the fact that he was finding topics to stall for time. He just replaced the dragon with the magic taught by Dumbledore.

Scrimgeour had no doubt about this either.

All wizards knew that Dumbledore valued Kyle very much, so it was normal for him to teach him a few magic tricks, such as the fire magic that shocked everyone in the Triwizard Tournament.

However, the fire magic would leave a straight passage on the ground, which was inconsistent with the traces left at the scene. I think it should be another kind of magic.

After Kyle finished speaking, Scrimgeour looked at the contents of the parchment and asked some more detailed questions, but Kyle answered them all perfectly.

"Sorry." Half an hour later, Scrimgeour looked at three full sheets of parchment, raised his head and said to Kyle, "Because the Death Eater has lost a part of his memory, we can only ask you about what happened."

As he said this, his eyes flickered slightly.

"It should be the Death Eater who did it himself." Kyle said calmly: "When I was chasing him, I saw him cast a forgetfulness spell on himself. You will know it as long as you find his wand."

"We've been looking," said Scrimgeour.

Chris frowned, "Rufus, you don't suspect Kyle has hidden the wand."

"It's okay, I'm willing to accept the wand test." Kyle took out his wand.

"No, don't get me wrong," Scrimgeour said with a smile, "Those Death Eaters wanted to kill Kyle, and he had no reason to do so, did he?

"I guess the Death Eaters must want to hide something... We have encountered this situation many times before. Dark wizards would use the Oblivion Charm on themselves or destroy their wands before being caught, trying to cover up their crimes and escape trial."

"In that case, the Ministry of Magic will be unable to do anything to them?" Kyle asked.

For the Ministry of Magic, testing wands can directly determine whether the other party has used illegal spells, which is an important process of the trial.

"It will just be more troublesome. What they did won't disappear with the wand," Scrimgeour said. "Besides, they can't use the Oblivion Charm on everyone. We can always find new evidence."

"Wait..." Chris suddenly thought of something and said, "If the Death Eater used the Oblivion Charm on himself, then we won't be able to find out where the Death Eater's base is through him!"

"I shouldn't have told you this." Scrimgeour hesitated for a moment, but finally whispered, "Fortunately, he has a lot of memories of this in his head, and it can't be completely cleared away by a forgetfulness spell."

"So you found it?"

"We found it. We used some special means and learned from him that he and five other Death Eaters had been in an alley in Wiltshire."

"Do you need my help?" Chris asked seriously.

"Thank you, Chris." Scrimgeour sighed, "But when I rushed over with all the Aurors half an hour ago, the Death Eaters were no longer there.

"That's a shame." Chris shook his head.

"It doesn't matter, we can always catch them."

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Following a knock on the door, several Aurors hurried in.

Chris stood up, "Rufus, if everything is alright..."

"Ah, that's all I have to ask. Please do as you please," said Scrimgeour. "And Kyle, you can come to the Auror office any time you want to work."

"Okay." Kyle nodded.

The two then left the room and took the elevator back to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

…

“It was really dangerous.”

After closing the office door, Chris turned around and looked at Kyle, "When you took out the wand, my heart was lifted.

"If I'm not mistaken, you were the one who used the Oblivion Charm, right?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Do you look down on me so much that you think I can't even recognize dragon fire?" Chris raised his eyebrows.

"Hehe." Kyle smiled, "There's nothing we can do about it. We definitely need some help in that situation."

"I don't mean to blame you," Chris said, "and I have helped you cover it up. I told Scrimgeour that the traces at the scene were a magical fire."

"He believed it?"

"I think I believe it." Chris said. "Different types of fire dragons have different flames. The main hunting method of the Norwegian Spinosaurus is its strong body, so its flames are slightly weaker than those of other fire dragons.

"Scrimgeour has never seen the flames of a Norwegian Spinosaurus, so he naturally has no doubts."

"Thank you." Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. "I have no choice. Although I can run away without any problems with the speed of the Firebolt, Cedric is still here. I can't just leave him there."

"I don't mean to blame you, otherwise I wouldn't have taken the initiative to help you cover it up." Chris waved his hand, "I just think you are too bold. What if Scrimgeour really checks your wand?"

"He won't." Kyle said confidently: "Although I don't really like the job of Senior Minister's Assistant, I have to admit that this identity is sometimes very convenient.

"Besides, even if Scrimgeour doesn't care about this, it's okay to check it. I don't use a wand for my Oblivion Charm."

"Wandless casting of the Forgetfulness spell?" Chris was a little surprised.

"Yes," Kyle said, "but I'm not very skilled, so the process may be a little rough."

Chris frowned.

The Oblivion Charm is an advanced spell. If you are not proficient in it, the consequences can be very serious. Therefore, under normal circumstances, even Dumbledore would not cast the Oblivion Charm without a wand.

What, Death Eaters? That's fine!

Kyle didn't go anywhere else after that. He stayed in Chris's office for a long time. When he came out, it was already evening.

"I have a lot of work to do today. I may not be home for a while." Chris sent Kyle to the elevator door, "You can go directly to number twelve Grimmauld Place. Molly heard that you are back and specially prepared a grand birthday dinner for you and Harry. Your mother will also be there.

"Oh, and remember not to tell her that you were attacked by Death Eaters. She doesn't know that yet."

"Are you sure she doesn't know?" Kyle asked.

Chris was a little speechless. "Anyway, just pretend she doesn't know."

"Okay." Kyle said, "But let me make this clear first. If she asks me why I hid it, I will definitely put the blame on you."

Chris stared at Kyle with eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm scared too..." Kyle spread his hands.

Just at this moment, the elevator door closed.

Because it was not yet time to get off work, there were not many people using the elevator, and Kyle soon arrived at the main hall.

There are still as many wizards here as ever.

"Little Kyle, when did you come back..." An old wizard passing by saw Kyle and greeted him enthusiastically.

"This afternoon, Professor Tofty," Kyle said.

The other party was from the Wizarding Examinations Authority, and was responsible for invigilating his spells, astronomy, and history of magic when he was in OWL.

"Oh, Kyle?" At this time, another acquaintance came over.

It's Lupin.

He finally changed out of the faded robe with many patches and put on a very decent navy blue robe.

He walked quickly to Kyle's side.

"Thank you. I heard from Sirius..." He looked a little excited. "I never thought that one day I would be able to work in the Ministry of Magic and be an Auror."

"You don't have to be so polite, Professor Lupin." Kyle said with a smile. At this time, he noticed that Lupin was carrying a person who was wrapped tightly, and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, another impostor." Lupin said calmly, "From Knockturn Alley, just now, he disguised himself with Polyjuice Potion and tried to claim the Galleons with a few tattered robes with a Freezing Curse cast on them.

"According to regulations, I have to send him to the holding cell."

The holding room is where the Dementors are located, which is also Azkaban, a temporary structure built by the Ministry of Magic.

Those captured dark wizards and those who bring fake goods to pass themselves off as the real ones will be locked up there.

"How many fakes did he take?" Kyle asked.

"Thirty," said Lupin.

"Three thousand Galleons..." Kyle glanced at the wizard, "You have a big appetite."

"So he has to stay there for thirty days, with the Dementors," said Lupin.

Upon hearing about the Dementors, the wizard, who had been relatively calm, suddenly began to struggle.

"Let go, let me go...I won't go. I don't want to be locked up with the Dementors."

"You have no say." Lupin waved his wand lightly, and several ropes floated out, tying up the other person tightly.

"Please..." The other party was still begging for mercy, "As long as you don't lock me up with the Dementors, I'm willing to pay any price!"

"Unless you're willing to buy the fakes in your hand." Lupin glanced at him. "One piece a day. The details are clearly written, so I don't need to explain it in detail."

"But you didn't tell me there were Dementors there!" the other party roared, but the people around seemed to be used to it. They just glanced and continued to busy themselves with their own things.

"Oh, the Dementor was also captured and imprisoned there," said Lupin. "Strange, many people in Knockturn Alley know about this person, but no one told you?"

The man fell silent, then jumped up and cursed: "Damn, those bastards, scum, dirty idiots..."

But Lupin didn't care about that and dragged him away.

"Well Kyle, see you later."

"See you later." Kyle waved.

…

(End of this chapter)