The huge score difference of 260:0 shocked everyone. No one expected that the strong Slytherin could not score a single goal.

Ron was like a wall, saving some dangerous balls beautifully. Some of them were even picked out with the tip of his gloves, hitting the goal posts and bouncing back. It was simply amazing.

And when the Slytherin audience sang "The Weasley Song" in unison, he was leisurely and elegantly directing them from a high place, with his taunting skills at full capacity.

When Kanna hurried over, the audience had already started to leave.

"So fast?" she asked with some confusion. Normally, a game would take at least half an hour to end.

"Slytherin didn't score a single goal. Their mentality has collapsed." Kyle shrugged. "They can't wait to finish the game. When Harry was trying to grab the Golden Snitch, he wasn't even disturbed."

"Yeah, their batsman looks like he's sleepwalking." Mikel said, "But Kyle, if it was our game today, could you make it?"

"It's hard to say." Kyle thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "There are two possibilities now. One is that he has a good touch today. In this case, although I can score goals, it won't be too many, and I won't be able to form an overwhelming advantage."

"What about the other one?" Mikel asked puzzledly.

"If it's the other way around..." Kell paused for a moment before continuing, "Then even if Moran came, he probably wouldn't be able to score against Gryffindor, let alone me."

Moran is a Chaser for the Mottola Macaws and one of the most popular professional Quidditch players. She also led the Irish national team to victory over Bulgaria in the last Quidditch World Cup.

Kyle said this because Ron's abnormal performance was so strange that he couldn't help but think of the birthday gift Slughorn gave him yesterday... the small bottle of Felicity Potion.

They are so similar.

He suddenly made peace with Lavender...the Slytherin students who had been arguing with him fell to the ground for no apparent reason...his two opponents suddenly withdrew from the competition...and, his amazing performance on the court, like a savior.

It was as if he had turned on a cheat today, the only thing missing was installing a spotlight above his head.

If these are all coincidences, then they are too coincidental.

But then again, would anyone use Felix Felicis just for a Quidditch match? It wasn't even a final, just a normal house match?

Is it worth using Felixir for this kind of competition? Anyway, Kyle thinks it is impossible. This is no longer a luxury, but pure nonsense.

"Kyle, could he have drunk...that?" Listening to the two people's description, Kanna also thought of the Felicis.

"But this is illegal. Felicis is not allowed to be used in organized competitions, even in school."

"I don't think so..." Kyle thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "Ron is not a fool. How could he use the Felixir to win a game?"

Although he said so, Kyle still felt a little guilty. There was nothing he could do. Judging from Ron's performance, it looked like he had drunk the Felicis.

"What are you talking about?" Ryan asked, catching up from behind.

"Nothing." Kyle shook his head. Without solid evidence, it would be better not to spread the matter.

What if Ron is just lucky? That's possible.

…

When they returned to the castle, the surroundings had turned into a golden red ocean.

The Gryffindors were celebrating their victory in this match, defeating Slytherin with a score of 0-3. This made them happier than celebrating Christmas again.

"Weasley is our king."

"He is invincible."

"Don't let any ball fall into the net!"

The song morphed into a new version, and this time it lived up to its title - "Weasley is our King."

Ron became the hero of Gryffindor and was surrounded by everyone.

"If he can perform so well next time, we will be in trouble." Mikel said worriedly: "Gryffindor's score has surpassed us."

"It's okay." Kyle said calmly, "We're just a little behind in points, we just need to catch up."

The Quidditch match was just a minor incident, and soon Kyle stopped thinking about it and walked towards the library.

He was still a little curious about what book Malfoy was reading.

Because everyone had just returned from the stadium, there were not many people in the library. Kyle just took a quick glance and found Malfoy sitting near the aisle.

He pretended to go borrow a book, walked over as if nothing had happened, and glanced at Malfoy as he passed by.

But to Kyle's disappointment, there was only a copy of "Advanced Transfiguration Guide" on Malfoy's desk, which was a common reference book on Transfiguration after OWL. Plus a pile of parchment next to it, it was basically certain that Malfoy was doing his homework.

Kyle never expected that Malfoy would not even go to the Quidditch game, just to do his homework? This was really unexpected. When did he become so fond of studying?

But there was nothing Kyle could do. This was what he saw. He could only walk over quickly, borrow a book at random, and leave.

Kyle didn't go anywhere after that. He spent the whole afternoon in the Room of Requirement with Connor making potions. After dinner, he returned to the common room and played a few games of wizard chess with Mikel.

Until nine o'clock in the evening.

When the battle between him and Mikel was in full swing, the ghost of the fat monk from Hufflepuff suddenly emerged from under the chessboard.

Mikel was startled and subconsciously shook the chess piece in his hand. Then, his crucial queen was kicked to pieces by Kyle's knight.

"Hey, do you know how to play?" The king turned around angrily and complained to Mikel, "How can you walk under someone else's horse's hooves? Even a giant monster would be better than you!"

"Can you blame me for this?" Mikel was also angry. "Do you think I want to go there? I was just scared!"

"Sorry, kid." The fat monk bowed and said, "Kyle, the principal wants to see you."

"Now?" Kyle glanced at the dark sky outside.

"That's what the principal said. They're waiting for you."

"All right."

Helpless, Kyle could only stand up. When he walked to the door, he suddenly thought of something and turned around and said, "Kanna, come and help me with this game."

"Okay." Kanna nodded.

But the moment she stood up, Mikkel's expression suddenly changed, "Ryan, I remember that we haven't finished our spells homework yet. It's due tomorrow, so we have to finish it quickly."

After saying that, without waiting for Ryan to react, he ran straight back to the dormitory.

It’s not that I’m afraid of losing, it’s mainly because Kanna plays chess too slowly.

Mikel, who had been tortured once, knew it too well. Even if he lost an important piece due to a mistake in this game, it might take more than half an hour.

Rather than being tortured for another half an hour, Mikel would rather choose to do his homework.

Fortunately, Kanna didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing Mikel leave, she sat down and continued to read her book.

…

On the other side, Kyle left the common room and went all the way to the eighth floor.

In addition to Dumbledore, Harry was also in the headmaster's office.

The familiar meditation basin was still placed on the table in front of the two of them, with silver memories flowing gently inside like swimming fish.

It seems that they just watched another memory.

"Professor, what do you want to talk to me about?" Kyle habitually rubbed the feathers on Fox's neck at the door.

But the strange thing was that no one spoke after waiting for a long time.

Kyle raised his head subconsciously and noticed that Dumbledore was looking at him with a very strange look. Roughly speaking, it was three parts shock, seven parts disbelief, and nine hundred and ninety points of suspicion.

"What's wrong?" Kyle asked again.

"Ah, that's true." Kyle nodded. "Professor, do you like mead too?"

"If possible... I'd like to try it too." Dumbledore paused, then pretended to be nonchalant and said, "I seldom drink strong liquor after I get older. Mead is just right."

"Okay." Kyle took out the golden cup again and shook it gently.

The principal's office was soon filled with the faint sweet aroma of aged mead.

But no one present looked at the glass of wine, including the portrait; everyone's eyes were fixed on the golden cup.

"Armando, is this the one..." a witch couldn't help but ask,

"To be honest, I haven't seen the real thing either," said Armando Dippet, "but judging by the appearance, it should be correct."

"Kyle..." At this time, Dumbledore suddenly asked: "What is this cup?"

"Here, Hufflepuff's gold cup." Kyle said calmly, "What's wrong?"

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"You actually ask what's wrong?" Phineas' voice came from above his head. At some point, all the principals crowded into a portrait closest to the table.

He screamed, "It's the Hufflepuff Cup!"

"Be quiet, Phineas... Be quiet." Dumbledore waved his hand, signaling him to be quiet.

"Can I see this?" he asked.

"No problem." Kyle pushed the cup over generously.

Dumbledore casually poured the mead into the teapot beside him, picked it up and looked at it carefully, his crooked nose almost touching the cup.

"Professor, is this really the Hufflepuff cup?" Harry asked in a low voice.

"I think so!" Dumbledore said with a hint of confusion in his voice.

"But..." Harry was a little confused. "In the memory we just read, wasn't the golden cup already taken away by Voldemort? From Hepzibah Smith."

What they just saw was a memory about the golden cup, or rather, Voldemort's early working history.

He knew that Hepzibah Smith had collected the cup because of his work at Borgin and Burke's, so he used sweet words to trick it out of her.

At that time, Harry felt that the golden cup looked very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. He soon remembered that it was yesterday in the school hospital.

The cup that Kyle used to pour the mead was exactly the same golden cup that he remembered.

But at first he did not think too much about it. He just muttered subconsciously that this kind of cup was very common and Kyle had an identical one. When Dumbledore asked him again, he recounted the scene.

So... Kyle was called over.

"What is going on? Is that memory fake?" Harry asked.

"No, I can guarantee that the memory is not false." Dumbledore shook his head. "As for what happened in the middle... I'm afraid only one person knows."

He looked up at Kyle, "Can you tell me what's going on?"

"Didn't Nico tell you?" Kyle blinked. "Just like the Ravenclaw Diadem, this was originally Voldemort's Horcrux. I found it and gave it to Nico, who helped me deal with it."

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched twice.

Why is it Nico again?

Dumbledore still remembered that after learning about the crown, he made a special trip to Nico's manor to ask if there was anything else he was hiding from him.

At that time, Nico used his own good character of more than 600 years to vouch for him and swore that there was absolutely no more.

Dumbledore believed it.

Not long after that, he took out another golden cup.

Six hundred years of character, this is it? At this moment, the image of Nico in his mind collapsed.

Liars... all liars! Dumbledore took a long time to calm himself down, and he decided to skip this topic for the time being.

"So, how did you find this Horcrux?"

Harry looked over as well, he was equally curious.

"What a coincidence." Kyle said, "Didn't Lucius Malfoy take a notebook before? I wondered if other Death Eaters might have Horcruxes, so I took some time to visit the Lestrange family's ancestral home."

"And you found this golden cup there?" Harry couldn't help asking, his tone full of disbelief.

"Well... sort of." Kyle nodded.

Now not only Harry, but even Dumbledore felt speechless.

When did finding a Horcrux become such a simple matter? They had no clues about a Horcrux until now, but Kyle found one by just going to the ancestral home of a Death Eater? Dumbledore took a few deep breaths. Although it was a little unbelievable, he still accepted it.

After all, this is not the first time. It can be said that all the Horcruxes found so far are related to Kyle.

As you experience it more often, you will gradually get used to it.

Dumbledore put down the golden cup in his hand, and then asked seriously: "Kyle, I need you to tell me seriously now, do you have any Horcruxes that we don't know about? This is very important."

He had not thought that one person could find so many Horcruxes in a few years, not even after he knew about the Ravenloch Diadem.

But now it’s different. Reality tells him clearly that Kyle can do it.

"No more, I promise!" Kyle said.

He really had nothing left. Dumbledore knew all about the remaining diary, tiara and locket.

He had actually stolen a snake from Voldemort, but it was not used as a Horcrux by Voldemort and is now in Newt's possession.

Dumbledore looked into Kyle's eyes for a long time before he slowly nodded and sat back down.

"I believe you." He said, "But Kyle, you really shouldn't hide something this important. If I hadn't asked you to come here today, would you not have told me?"

"If I had that idea, Harry wouldn't have been able to see the gold cup at all," Kyle said with a shrug.

"And the gold cup had always been with Nico. I only got it during Christmas this year."

He was not to blame for this. When he took out the golden cup in the school hospital, he had never thought of hiding it from Dumbledore. If he just wanted Slughorn to help him test whether the wine was still drinkable, he could have just changed the cup.

"I'm sorry, Kyle." Dumbledore sighed, "But like I said, this matter is important and we have to take it seriously."

"I see."

"This..." Dumbledore looked at the golden cup again, "Can you keep it here for a few more days?"

"Can't we take a look now?" Kyle hesitated.

This thing is no longer a Horcrux, so there is no need for Dumbledore to keep it... What if he still remembers that I stole his tea?

"Don't worry, I'll return it to you in a week at most," said Dumbledore.

"Well... okay." After hesitating for a moment, Kyle nodded.

But to be on the safe side, when he left the principal's office, he picked up Fox from the branch.

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth began to twitch again, but he said nothing.

(End of this chapter)