"Have you heard? Malfoy has been taken away!"

In the Gryffindor common room, Harry pushed the door open and rushed in, as if he had discovered some treasure, and found Hermione and Ron doing their homework with excitement on his face.

"What did you say?" They both raised their heads and asked at the same time.

"Malfoy has been picked up from school and has dropped out," Harry repeated. "I just saw the Slytherin team and they were selecting a new Seeker."

"That's impossible." Hermione lowered her head again and flipped through the Advanced Transfiguration Guide at hand, saying, "There's no reason why Malfoy would drop out of school."

"Need I say that? It's certain that the things he did were discovered."

Ron looked as excited as Harry. "I was wondering why the Death Eaters could come to the school quietly. There must be someone helping them, and that person is most likely Malfoy!"

Harry mentally applauded Ron madly.

Because he promised Dumbledore, he couldn't tell anyone what happened in the tower before, but he didn't expect Ron to guess it.

"Yeah, I think so too," Harry said firmly, "Now that the school is ready to settle the score, he has no choice but to run away. I really should have told the professors earlier and asked them to keep an eye on Malfoy."

"It doesn't matter, at least we don't have to see him anymore." Ron said happily, "I can't imagine how great Hogwarts will be without Malfoy."

"is that so?"

Hermione was still a little skeptical, but seeing Harry and Ron cheering as if they were celebrating Christmas early, she didn't say anything.

Whether or not it was Malfoy who put the Death Eaters in the school was not something they should be considering.

At school, Malfoy's dropping out of Hogwarts did not attract much attention, because he was not the only one who did so.

Ever since the news of the Death Eaters breaking into Hogwarts spread, many parents came and took their children away.

Even Hufflepuff had one: Quidditch commentator Zacharias Smith, who left the castle with his cocky father during breakfast.

The professors did not stop this.

They had too much to do recently. Not only did they have to strengthen the castle's defenses, but they also had to patrol around Hogsmeade and prepare for the upcoming exams. They hadn't stopped since they opened their eyes every day.

So for those parents who do not trust the school, they can only choose to respect the other party's decision.

Of course, there were also some students who were more independent-minded. They convinced their parents and insisted on staying in school.

"Only fools would leave school at this time."

When Zacharias Smith and his father passed by the entrance hall, McMillan, who was having dinner, suddenly said loudly: "Those conceited fools, they don't think there is a safer place outside than Hogwarts!"

Zacharias Smith was the only Hufflepuff to leave.

Half an hour ago, McMillan was chatting with Seamus from Gryffindor and vowed that no one from Hufflepuff would leave the school.

The current situation is undoubtedly a slap in his face, and it is a loud slap. McMillan is naturally not happy.

But the father and son outside the door acted as if they didn't hear anything and just strode over.

Unlike MacMillan who gritted his teeth, Harry and Ron almost jumped for joy.

First it was Malfoy, and now their most hated Quidditch commentator Zacharias has also left the school. It's really a double blessing.

Harry even thanked the Death Eaters in his heart. After the attack, all the bad factors in the school seemed to disappear at once.

The only pity is that they have also reached the end of the semester.

"It would be great if next semester would be the same." Harry secretly hoped.

…

As if to match his mood, the weather in June was sunny and wonderful, and even the wind blowing in carried a faint fragrance.

Harry and Ron would lie by the window whenever they had nothing to do, enjoying the breeze while flipping through books to prepare for the upcoming exams.

It was not until Hermione told them that the fragrance was the smell of fermented Moon Beast fertilizer that the two of them closed the window with grim faces.

"Hermione, you should have told us sooner!" muttered Ron.

"If you were more serious in Herbology class, you wouldn't need me to remind you!" Hermione said without raising her head.

Harry's good mood continued until the first weekend in June.

This day is the day of the Quidditch match, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and it is also the Quidditch final.

Half a month ago, they had just finished their last game, and their opponent was also Ravenclaw. Although they were missing Harry, the seeker, they still won thanks to Ginny's outstanding performance, and temporarily ranked first with a total score of 660 points.

The second place Hufflepuff got 500 points.

In other words, if Hufflepuff hadn't scored 160 points in this match, they would have won their first Quidditch Cup in ten years.

Early in the morning, almost all Gryffindors came to the stadium, waiting for the game to begin.

Professor McGonagall also came. When people saw her in the stands, they found it incredible. After all, she hadn't come to watch Gryffindor's game half a month ago, but she came today.

Of course, it may also be that Professor McGonagall was too busy half a month ago and really couldn't spare the time to watch the game.

Harry and his friends sat down in the stands, waiting for the game to begin.

"Hermione, can't you just put the book down?" Ron couldn't help but say, "How can you still read in this situation?"

"Why not." Hermione turned the page calmly.

"This game determines whether we can win the Quidditch Cup!" said Ron. "We haven't won it in more than ten years."

"Compared to the Quidditch Cup, I think you should be more concerned about the final exam in a week."

"I know, but these are two different things. We..."

Ron wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by a deafening cheer.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw that everyone in the Hufflepuff audience stood up excitedly.

Then he knew why.

Kyle appeared in the starting lineup, and judging from his position, he should have returned to his old job as a chaser.

"Oh, shit!" Ron covered his forehead with his hands. "Didn't Kyle ask for leave? Why is he still participating in the competition?"

"Don't you know by now?" Hermione looked up at him, "Since the last Death Eater attack, Kyle has started attending classes again."

At this time, Ms. Huo Qi blew the whistle in her hand and the game began.

"It's okay." Harry said from the side, not sure whether he was comforting Ron or himself.

"Quidditch is not a one-man game. Even Kyle can't guarantee that he can beat Ravenclaw..."

"Goal."

The new narrator's screams drowned out Harry's voice.

“Kyle scored the first goal right after the start of the game and the Ravenclaw goalkeeper had no time to react.

"10:0, Hufflepuff leads!"

Deafening cheers rang out from the stands again, and several Hufflepuff fans even danced in the stands.

They hadn't seen such a devastating attack in more than a year.

"It doesn't matter..." Harry said in a dry voice, "It's just one goal. We are still leading by 150 points."

Five minutes later...

"It's okay, it's just three balls."

…

"We're still ahead by a hundred points."

…

Twenty minutes later...

"It's okay, it's just a tie now. Maybe Qiu will catch the Golden Snitch soon."

Harry's voice became quieter and his expression more and more dull.

When Kyle threw the Quaffle into the goal post with another long shot, Harry's heart was finally at peace.

The entire Gryffindor stand was silent.

"It's okay..." Harry said with difficulty, "We still have a chance next year. I mean, Kyle will graduate next year, right?"

Ron didn't answer. He sat there with his head down, as if all his strength had been taken away.

Hermione shook her head and continued reading the book in her hand.

She had expected this outcome ever since she saw Kyle in the team.

Facts proved that she was right, only Ron and Harry were unwilling to accept it.

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After half an hour, the game was over.

With his rich experience, Qiu caught the Golden Snitch first with a two-inch advantage, but Kyle scored too many goals, 28 goals in one game, almost one goal per minute, which directly broke the school record.

By the way, the previous scoring record also belonged to Kyle.

Therefore, even if Ravenclaw added 150 points, there was still a big gap in the score.

As the audience left, Harry didn't even dare to look Professor McGonagall in the eye and kept his head down.

"Don't think so much." Hermione put down the book in her hand for a rare time, patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Like you said before, there will be another chance next year, and Kyle will graduate by then."

Somehow, even though Hermione was right and Harry himself thought so, he felt even worse.

"You can think about it from another perspective." Hermione continued.

"Change the angle?" Harry looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"The exam is coming soon." Hermione said softly, "I heard from Professor McGonagall that most people's sixth-grade final exam results are basically the same as the certificates they get when they graduate. If you fail a course, you will most likely not get a certificate.

"The exam is less than a week away, so are you ready?"

"Thank you, Hermione," said Harry bitterly.

Well, compared to the upcoming exams, missing out on the Quidditch championship seemed like nothing.

After all, his dream is to become an Auror after graduation. As everyone knows, Aurors have very strict requirements on academic performance, and one cannot be without any of the key certificates.

"It's okay. This is what I should do. It's my duty as a friend." Hermione smiled and walked into the castle.

At the same time, the victorious Hufflepuffs had already begun to celebrate. In the common room, Mikel was holding a trophy made of cake, shouting and jumping on the table, celebrating that they had won the Quidditch championship trophy for six consecutive years.

Of course, the seven consecutive years of the House Cup may also be taken into account. After all, the Quidditch champion team will also add a lot of points. Adding Kelgar's 100 points before, they are already more than 200 points ahead of the second-placed Ravenclaw.

At this moment, not even Voldemort could stop their good mood.

The party lasted until late at night. Kyle finally managed to free himself from the crowd and sat down in an armchair in the corner.

Connor handed him a bottle of butterbeer.

"Thank you." Kyle took it and took a sip. "They are crazy. The banquet lasted for three hours."

"That's understandable," Connor said with a smile. "After all, Hufflepuff has never shown its face like this before, and everyone has been quite depressed during this period. It's good to have something worth celebrating."

Kyle nodded and took another sip of his Butterbeer.

"What are your plans next?"

"Waiting for the exam." Kyle said.

"I mean what are your plans after graduation. What kind of job are you going to do?"

"I don't know." Kyle shrugged. "For now, I plan to go to Diagon Alley first. Remember? Sirius gave me a shop before, and it's not good to keep it empty all the time."

“You want to open a store?”

"It's just a temporary idea." Kyle said, "But it's hard to say what to do now. After all, there are Death Eaters and Voldemort outside. No matter what we do, we have to solve this problem first."

"So, you will join the... Order of the Phoenix, that's the name."

Kyle didn't answer right away.

"I'm really not sure." He thought for a moment and said, "There is one thing I can't figure out. Professor Dumbledore has not yet issued me a formal invitation. I don't know what he is thinking."

"But didn't you take me to their base camp before?"

"That's different." Kyle shook his head, "Fred and George told me that before they graduated, they signed a very formal magic contract, which was also the proof of their official joining the Order of the Phoenix.

"According to them, the contract allows them to establish a connection with other members of the Order of the Phoenix, allowing them to vaguely sense each other's locations. This should be used to facilitate support."

"Is there such a saying?" Connor asked. She always thought Kyle was already a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

"I'm not sure. It's possible that this was a prank by Fred and George," Kyle said, "but Professor Dumbledore never mentioned this to me."

"By the way, why do you ask this suddenly?"

"No, nothing." Connor said, "I'm just a little curious."

"What about you? What are you going to do after graduation?"

"Professor Snape bought a potion shop in Paris," Connor whispered, "and he wants me to open the shop there."

"That's great." Kyle said thoughtfully, "The potion shop is still quite profitable, and I know a lot of people in Paris, so I can solve any problems I encounter."

Kyle was talking about Madam Maxime. As the headmaster of Beauxbatons, she has great influence in France.

If you really encounter any trouble, you can definitely find her.

"Do you think so?" Connor asked Kyle.

Kyle looked her in the eyes and nodded.

On this matter, he and Snape had the same idea for once.

Although Connor is quite capable, even very good, her performance in the entire Hufflepuff is second only to Kyle and Cedric, and she even obtained eight certificates in last year's OWL.

It’s not that she couldn’t take more, but she only took eight classes in total, and her grades were all excellent.

But the enemy is Voldemort after all. No matter how excellent Connor's grades are, she is only seventeen years old. When the day of the final battle comes, no one knows what will happen. The safest thing to do is to stay away from the battlefield.

France is a good place. It's neither too far nor too close, and there are many acquaintances there. Even if the Death Eaters' power reaches somewhere one day, there will be someone to help.

"Okay then."

Without any anger or resentment, Kanna agreed.

This was something Kyle had not expected. Normally, shouldn't Kanna be angry about being looked down upon?

Why is there such a reaction? It's too calm, a little abnormal.

"You, aren't angry?" Kyle asked tentatively.

"Why should I be angry?" Kanna looked at Kyle with a smile and asked, "Or do you think I should just turn around and leave, or insist on staying here... If that's the case, I can actually satisfy you."

As she spoke, Kanna cleared her throat and raised her hand to slap the table.

"No, this is fine, really." Kyle quickly stopped her.

Anyway, it’s good that Kanna isn’t angry. It would be troublesome if she really started to quarrel.

(End of this chapter)