"Oh, honey, how are you."

Mrs. Weasley pushed Kyle to the dining table. "I wanted to wake you up for breakfast, but Arthur told me that you had only been in bed for less than two hours."

"I did go to bed late last night." Kyle said, "Where's Mr. Weasley?"

"I've already gone to the Ministry."

"Did you go there in the morning?"

"There are still a lot of things waiting for him to do." Mrs. Weasley smiled, "Don't worry, he often works overtime all night, just drink a glass of refreshing potion."

The lunch was very sumptuous, almost the same as the last birthday party.

"Mom has been worried all night." Ginny whispered, "This is a celebration of your safe return."

"Mr. Weasley shouldn't have been responsible for what happened last night," Kyle said, "but I didn't expect him to insist on staying and bring Bill and Charlie with him."

"That's just Dad's character," Ginny said calmly, "It would be strange if he didn't do that."

"Yes, you are right." Kyle rubbed his forehead, "But almost everyone's name points to 'lethal danger', no wonder Mrs. Weasley is worried."

He knew that the Weasleys had a magical wall clock that didn't show the time, only what everyone was doing. For example, "Make tea, feed the chickens, you're going to be late."

Or location, like "home", "school", etc.

It corresponds to the status of every family member in real time, and this can be regarded as the Weasley family's most precious treasure.

"No, it has nothing to do with that." Ginny spread her hands. "You may not know that since the Death Eaters attacked the Ministry of Magic for the first time, all the pointers on the dial have not changed their positions. In other words, that thing is temporarily useless... unless the You-Know-Who falls again."

As they were talking, Sirius arrived. He handed a bowl of beef stew and some toast to Kreacher and asked him to take them to Harry. Then everyone started to eat lunch.

…

In the following weeks, nothing special happened. It is worth mentioning that the Aurors did not get any particularly useful information from the Death Eaters, but this did not prevent them from celebrating this victory.

The Daily Prophet finally no longer had to report missing or even dead people every day, which helped restore everyone's morale.

But in a certain manor, the atmosphere was terribly depressing.

A long table was filled with people, all of them with their heads down, not even daring to breathe.

And all this was because there was a person holding a magic wand, walking slowly behind them.

"Someone here has betrayed us and also betrayed the great Dark Lord." Voldemort's voice was very soft, and no emotion could be heard. His cold eyes swept over everyone here one by one.

No matter who it is, once he sees them, they will break out in cold sweats and bury their heads even lower, as if they wished they could crawl into a crack in the ground.

Unfortunately, there is no crack in the ground here, and Voldemort will not allow anyone to be absent.

"Look up...Lucius." Voldemort walked to Malfoy and lifted his chin with his wand.

If there was anyone who might betray him, Lucius, whom he had just punished, would be the most likely one.

"Master, Master..." Lucius Malfoy's face turned pale in an instant, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Voldemort stared into his eyes filled with horror.

"Why are you nervous, Lucius?" He pressed his wand to the other's forehead.

"Master... I... did not... betray..." Lucius Malfoy said with all his strength.

But if he could speak more coherently, it might be more convincing.

"Of course I know, Lucius, you don't have the guts."

Voldemort retracted his wand.

In just a few seconds, Malfoy almost fainted, but before he could catch his breath, a green light flashed before his eyes.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort flicked his wrist, as casually as if he were sweeping away a speck of dust.

The Death Eater McNeill, who was sitting opposite Lucius Malfoy, fell to the ground and lay motionless.

Only then did Voldemort speak calmly: "Although Dolohov did not complete my order, he at least brought back news of the traitor. But you, McNeill, I only saw your cowardice."

Several consecutive failures, coupled with the news of the traitor, have reduced Voldemort's patience to the lowest level, and someone must bear his anger.

Originally, Voldemort wanted to find the traitor, but after looking around, he found nothing wrong. Legilimency told him that everyone was loyal.

There is no other way. Voldemort cannot kill every suspect, so he can only choose another person.

For example, the two people who escaped after the failure this time.

Unlike Antonin Dolohov who escaped death, McNeill ran away as soon as the Aurors appeared and was of no use, so he naturally became the best candidate.

Voldemort waved his hand, and a giant snake with three heads slowly crawled over. But no one dared to turn their heads, not even to glance.

"Of course I believe in your loyalty... but you have let me down too many times," Voldemort continued, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Please give me another chance, master..." Antonin Dolokhov, who escaped the disaster, fell off the chair with a thud and knelt on the ground trembling all over.

"I swear... Master, I will bring Fusco back to you."

"But you have already failed." Voldemort didn't even look at him, his eyes fell on a copy of the Daily Prophet spread out on the long table.

[The mysterious man's nemesis, the most courageous legendary deputy minister, Dolores Jane Umbridge]

"Master, I'm going to kill her!" Barty Crouch Jr. said hurriedly.

"Enemy?" A hint of deep disdain flashed in Voldemort's eyes. He moved his fingers and immediately turned the newspaper to the second page.

【Olivander is missing.】

"You have two days..." Voldemort said coldly, "Find him. I hope you won't let me down again this time."

"Follow your orders, Master!" Everyone at the long table knelt on the ground and said at the same time.

…

At the same time at number twelve Grimmauld Place.

After more than half a month of torture, Harry finally graduated and left the basement limping but full of joy.

"This is the white fresh essence, this is the blood tonic potion, and this is the bone-growing spirit..."

Sirius stuffed bottles of potions into Harry's arms and couldn't help complaining, "This is too barbaric. Even if it's just to learn Occlumency faster, it doesn't have to be so strict."

Kyle curled his lips beside him.

In the past half month, Sirius has never visited Harry in the basement, nor has he made any move to stop it. How could he have the nerve to say such things?

However, in order to maintain the relationship between godfather and godson, Kyle chose to remain silent and said nothing. He just asked Kreacher to help roast two warthog legs as a reward for the leopard's hard work.

After drinking a few bottles of potion, Harry's condition immediately improved a lot. Of course, he didn't drink potions like the Bone-Growing Spirit.

"Harry? Showing up in the restaurant at this hour, it looks like you've learned Occlumency, right?"

At this time, Bill walked in from outside.

"That's right, this is for you." He handed Harry a full bag of money across the table. "I took it out of the vault for you."

"You're welcome." Bill turned around and said, "Mom only gave me the key to Harry's vault. Kyle, if you need to withdraw money, I'll go again tomorrow.

"Currently, the goblins have increased security and are on high alert. It takes an average person about five hours to withdraw money, but I have some privileges in Gringotts, so I can shorten this time to half an hour."

"Thank you." Kyle shook his head, "But I still have a lot of money, enough."

His money, including all his valuables, were not kept in Gringotts, which was full of holes like a sieve, but in his own box.

Some of it is kept in Norbert's nest, some is in Niffler's inner pocket, and he recently found two new places to store the money.

The cave where the basilisk lives and the lair of the leopard are both safer than Gringotts.

Although Bill didn't know this, he didn't care. After learning that Kyle didn't need to withdraw money, he took out a few more envelopes.

Sent from Hogwarts, their new book list.

The moment he opened the envelope, Harry instantly forgot the painful experience in the basement.

He has been chosen captain of the Quidditch team.

"That'll put you on the same level as a prefect," said Hermione happily. "You'll be able to ride in the prefects' carriage and use our bathroom."

Harry was excited too, but not because of the special treatment as a prefect.

He held the badge and looked at it carefully, wiping the non-existent dust off it with his clothes, reluctant to put it down.

"I've had this happen to me too. It feels like it happened just yesterday. I was just like Harry at that time. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night." Charlie said with a smile: "Kyle, where's your badge? Take it out and let me see it."

"Yes," Harry also said quickly, "This time it's a competition between us, and Gryffindor will definitely not lose again."

"Then you may be disappointed. I'm not the captain." Kyle opened his envelope. There was nothing inside except a list of books.

"How is this possible!" Ron couldn't help but say, "Who else in Hufflepuff can be the captain of the Quidditch team except you?"

"Every one of them is fine," Kyle said. "Their enthusiasm and ability are no less than mine."

"Wait." Hermione suddenly realized something, "Why didn't you even receive the badge of the Head Boy Union President!?"

This was even more incredible than Kyle not being Quidditch captain.

Because last year, Kyle was already the president of the Boys' Union, but Cedric was still there at the time, so the corresponding badge was not issued.

But now that Cedric has graduated, there is no doubt that Kyle will be the president of the male student union.

Why is there no badge?

"It must be a mistake made by the school," said Hermione. "Kyle, you need to write to Professor Dumbledore before school starts."

"No, Hermione, this is fine."

Kyle was a little surprised at first, but he soon accepted it and was even a little happy.

He liked Quidditch, but he preferred playing it with his friends, and now that Cedric, Fred, and George had graduated, Quidditch was a lot less fun.

And more importantly, he had seen Cedric stay up for several days in a row to formulate tactics before the game. Kyle knew very well that he could not do that.

So whether it is for the team or for your own ease, it is better to give the captain position to someone else.

Kyle guessed that the new captain would be either Will or Grace, with the latter being more likely. Like Cedric, the girl was an avid Quidditch fan, and her passion for Quidditch even surpassed her own achievements.

Let's put it this way, if the NEWT exam and the Quidditch match were on the same day, she would definitely give up the exam without hesitation.

As for the Head Boys Union President, let alone the other one... Kyle even pushed the task of prefect to Cedric.

I think Dumbledore must have known this, so he didn't send the badge.

The fact that Kyle did not get the titles of Head Boy and Quidditch Captain became a hot topic at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, and everyone discussed it all day.

However, when Fred and George learned about this, they were not as surprised as others.

"Kyle can do whatever he wants in the Ministry of Magic, why would he care about a male student union president?" Fred said nonchalantly.

"Just look at Percy," George said. "He's the student body president, but he still has to listen to Kyle."

Even though Percy had apologized and obtained the Weasleys' forgiveness, Fred and George never treated him well. Whenever they met him at the Ministry of Magic, they always pretended not to see him, as if they were strangers.

In their words, "Based on all the stupid things Percy had done before, not beating him up was already the greatest restraint they had shown."

But no matter what, after hearing what they said, the others also reacted.

Yes, as the youngest senior assistant minister in the Ministry of Magic, Kyle has made and participated in many important decisions. It seems that he really does not need to be the president of the boy's union.

So the topic quickly shifted to the new book list and Harry and his friends' course selection.

"What courses are you going to take, Harry?" Ron looked at his report card. "My grades in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms are pretty good, and Transfiguration just meets Professor McGonagall's requirements."

"These are all required classes." Hermione said beside her: "You don't want to give up Transfiguration class."

"Of course not, although Professor McGonagall is really strict..." Ron said, turning his head to look, "Hermione, why did you choose Potions?"

"Of course, Potions is as important as Transfiguration!" Hermione said without even looking up, "In fact, I won't give up any class I can take."

"I don't think so." Ron muttered quietly, "Anyway, I definitely won't go to Snape's class."

"Me too." Harry nodded in agreement.

Since the first grade, he had been fantasizing about the day when he could get rid of Snape and no longer go to the dark dungeon. Now that his wish had finally come true, he naturally would not make himself unhappy.

"I advise you to think about it again." Kyle, who was chatting with Charlie, looked up at them and said, "There should be big changes in the Potions class this year. Even if you decide not to choose it now, you will make up for it later."

"Snape can still force us to choose his classes?" Ron raised his voice and said in disbelief.

"It's not Snape, it's something else." Kyle said, "But believe me, it's definitely right."

"What is it? Do you know the inside information?" Ron asked.

But this time Kyle didn't answer him, he just calmly ate the baked potato in front of him.

"I say..." Ron's face fell, and he looked at Kyle angrily, "You people who work in the Ministry of Magic, don't you like to finish your words?"

"You just realized it now?" Fred couldn't help laughing.

"This is an old tradition in the wizarding world." George raised his eyebrows.

Ron became even more unhappy, but no one spoke up for him, including Mr. Weasley. It seemed that the angrier he was, the happier the others at the table were.

Harry, who was standing next to him, hesitated for a while, but finally chose to believe Kyle and made a mark behind "Advanced Potion Making" on the book list.

"Wait a minute, Harry, have you decided to take Potions class too?" Ron said in shock. He didn't expect that even his most solid ally would betray him.

"It's just buying one more book." Harry shrugged and said, "My Potions grades aren't up to Snape's standards anyway, so he definitely won't let me attend the class."

"Isn't this a waste of Galleons?" Ron was even more confused.

But seeing that Harry had made up his mind, he still sighed, made a mark on his own list, and muttered quietly: "I must be crazy, I don't know if I can still sell the books I haven't read at the original price..."

(End of this chapter)