He opened his eyes and listened carefully. When he found that there was no panic in the voice, he breathed a sigh of relief, changed his clothes, and walked out of the room yawning.

The sound came from downstairs, and I knew it was Harry and Ron.

"It took only one night to elect a new minister."

At the dining table, Ron looked at the latest copy of the Daily Prophet that was delivered this morning and said, "This is probably the fastest move by the Ministry of Magic."

"How can something like this be slow?" Hermione gave him an unpleasant look. "Does the Ministry of Magic have to organize another voting campaign? How much time would that waste? What if we encounter another Death Eater attack during this period?"

"I know, I'm just saying," Ron muttered, "but does any of you know who this new Minister is? " "Amelia Bones... I remember there was a Bones in Hufflepuff, too, what was her name?"

"Susan Bones," Harry and Hermione said almost simultaneously.

"How do you know so much?" Ron looked at them in confusion.

"Because of Slughorn," Harry explained, "at the beginning of last year, he invited Susan Bones to have lunch with him in the carriage."

"I also saw her at the dinner after school started," Hermione said, "but I only saw her twice, and she never went again."

“I think it was around the time when Madam Bones was attacked by Death Eaters and had to be sent to St. Mungo’s.

"He is like this. He likes to make friends with students from powerful families, but once the other party loses these powers, his attitude will immediately become cold."

Harry curled his lips, not trying to hide his contempt for Slughorn.

"Haha!" Ron suddenly laughed. "I guess Slughorn must be regretting this now. Not only did Ms. Bones recover, she even became the Minister of Magic."

"Yeah, Slughorn must be very regretful." As if he thought of something, Harry couldn't help laughing out loud.

"I guess he'll be eager to invite Susan to his dinner party again when school starts."

"But it's not certain whether Susan will go." Hermione also laughed, "I remember that Susan didn't like to attend those dinner parties. Coupled with what happened before, Professor Slughorn may have miscalculated."

While they were talking, Kyle just happened to come down from upstairs and yawned loudly.

"Sorry." Hermione turned her head and said, "Did we talk too loudly and disturb you?"

"It's okay." Kyle waved his hand and said, "It's almost noon, just in time for lunch... What are you guys talking about?"

"The Ministry of Magic has elected a new Minister." Ron waved the newspaper in his hand.

"Is that Amelia Bones?" Kyle asked.

"How do you know?" Ron was a little surprised... Kyle obviously hadn't read the newspaper.

"Because I saw Professor Dumbledore looking for her last night." Kyle said casually, "And she is the most suitable candidate in the Ministry of Magic."

"Even Professor Dumbledore thinks so?" Ron smacked his lips. "No wonder she was able to take over Fudge's position so quickly. I mean, as long as Dumbledore supports it, others will definitely not object, right?"

"I think it's more because of Ms. Bones herself." Harry said: "If she is not capable enough, Professor Dumbledore will not support her."

He had asked Sirius countless times about what happened during the retrial that day, and naturally knew Amelia Bones' attitude and her help to Sirius.

Because of this incident, Harry instinctively took a liking to Amelia Bones and unconditionally supported her to become the new minister.

"Perhaps you're right." Ron shrugged and didn't argue. "So what kind of person is this new Minister, compared to Fudge?"

"I don't know much about the position of Minister." Kyle thought for a moment and said, "But when she was the Director of the Law Enforcement Department, she was always known for her fairness and decisiveness. As long as something can be done today, it will never be delayed until tomorrow."

"Well, in this respect, she is much better than Fudge." Ron shrugged. "Everyone knows that Fudge is indecisive, right?"

"Who knows..." Kyle said.

A position can change a person. Take Fudge for example. When he was working in the Disaster Department, he also did an excellent job and achieved many outstanding results.

But that didn't stop him from slowly becoming the power-hungry minister he is known for today.

After chatting for a while longer, Kyle looked up and took a look at his surroundings.

"Are you the only three here? Where are the others?"

"Sirius and Mr. Weasley went to the Ministry of Magic." Harry said, "Because there were a lot of things to deal with, he was temporarily pulled over to help.

"And Mrs. Weasley, she's gone to St. Mungo's."

"Is it because of Percy?" Kyle asked, and took the cup of black tea handed to him by the house-elf Kreacher.

"Thanks."

"Master Kyle, please enjoy your meal. Lunch will be ready later." After saying that, Kreacher bent over and walked out.

"That's incredible," Ron couldn't help saying, "That house-elf has never been so friendly to us."

"That's because you're unkind to him," said Hermione.

"I don't think so." Ron shook his head. "You've been nice enough to him, but he hasn't been polite to you either. I even heard him call you a jerk behind your back... Anyway, you definitely know what I want to say."

Hermione opened her mouth but said nothing.

Because these were all facts, Kreacher didn't just call her a Mudblood behind her back. Sometimes he didn't care and said all kinds of nasty things to her face. He would only restrain himself a little when Sirius or Kyle were around.

So even if Hermione wanted to refute Ron, she couldn't find a suitable reason. She could only shift her gaze to Kyle, pretending that she didn't hear anything, and changed the subject: "It's not entirely because of Percy... It's mainly because of another person."

"Another person?" Kyle frowned and said, "Could it be that someone in the Order of the Phoenix..."

"No, no, you misunderstood." Hermione guessed what Kyle was thinking and shook her head, "It's not the Order of the Phoenix, it's someone else, but I don't know who it is, and they didn't tell me before they left."

Kyle nodded. After knowing that he was not a member of the Order of the Phoenix, he didn't care anymore.

Half an hour later, Fred and George also came down from upstairs yawning. Like Kyle, they were busy until dawn yesterday and had just woken up.

"Really? They're chattering non-stop so early in the morning." Fred rubbed his eyes and said, "Now I understand how my mother felt during the holidays."

"She must be anxious for us to start school soon," said George.

“It’s really too noisy.”

"Sorry," Harry said sheepishly.

"No, it's not about you, Harry, or Hermione," said Fred. "We mean Ron, he's the loudest."

"If you really have nothing to do, why don't you do your homework?" George looked at Ron. "I bet three Galleons that your homework is still empty."

"I'll add three more Galleons, too," said Fred.

Ron's face turned red immediately. He really wanted to slap the homework on Fred and George's faces and ask them to hand over the six Galleons. After all, this was a huge sum of money for him.

After all, the holiday is only half over. Who would do homework so early?

Looking at Ron's embarrassed and somewhat annoyed expression, Fred and George sneered at the same time. They knew Ron too well. Just like when Ron was suddenly tricked, he would always think of them first.

This is a useless tacit understanding that only belongs to brothers.

Since the adults were away, lunch was provided by Kreacher, a luxurious individual meal sufficient for six people.

After lunch, the few of them had some rare free time.

Fred and George went back to Diagon Alley to sort out their shop, while Kyle went to St. Catchpole's.

Because of the Fidelius Charm, owls cannot find it, so letters and parcels for him are usually sent to St. Catchpole.

Today is his birthday, and he received an unusually large number of gifts and letters. However, this time, he also received a lot of things that he had not received on previous birthdays... various job invitations.

For example, the Fire Dragon Sanctuary in Romania included a letter in a complete set of fire dragon model gifts, asking if he was interested in becoming a dragon keeper.

Two other Quidditch teams, the Chudley Cannons and the Falmouth Falcons, also invited him to try out as a Chaser.

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Kyle just took a look and threw aside the invitation from the Chudley Cannons. He would be crazy to go there, a team that always finished at the bottom of the league.

As for the remaining Falmouth Falcons, Kyle was a little surprised when he saw the familiar signature on the invitation letter.

Karen Harris, the Hufflepuff prefect when he entered school, was also the Quidditch captain and once the best chaser.

Kyle knew that he became a Quidditch Chaser after graduation, but he didn't remember which team he was on. Unexpectedly, he ended up being a member of the Falmouth Falcons.

To be honest, Kyle didn't know much about this team, but it was definitely better than the Chudley Cannons.

Because he received a lot of things, by the time Kyle finished packing and returned to Number 12 Grimmauld Place, it was already afternoon.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the living room was full of people.

It was clearly still early for the Ministry of Magic to get off work, but Sirius, Mr. Weasley and Tonks were all sitting there, and Mrs. Weasley, Bill and Charlie had also returned from St. Mungo's.

Even Mundungus, Dedalus and others were there. It can be said that except for a few people who really couldn't come, all other members of the Order of the Phoenix arrived.

"You're finally back." Fred ran over and whispered to Kyle.

"Something delayed us for a while." Kyle asked, "What's going on here? Are there any actions?"

"I don't know." Fred shook his head. "But Dumbledore came, and then everyone else came back within half an hour."

"They held a meeting and didn't let us attend." George's voice was a little dissatisfied, "I don't understand why we have become official members of the Order of the Phoenix, but some things are still hidden from us.

"And we don't know what kind of magic Dumbledore used. Our props won't work."

George was talking about the eavesdropping ear, a small gadget specially used for eavesdropping. Before they graduated, they used this thing to eavesdrop on many meetings.

But this time Dumbledore obviously thought of this and took precautions against them in advance.

As they were talking, many people had already stood up from their seats and left with heavy faces.

At this time, Kyle also saw Dumbledore who had just come out of the room, and the other party also saw Kyle.

"I was just wondering where you'd been," he said quietly. "If you're not back in an hour, I might have to ask the Weasleys to look for you."

"I went back and sorted out the packages," Kyle said.

"I understand." Dumbledore smiled. "Today is your birthday, so of course you have to take a good inventory of the gifts you received. How about it, do you like the things I gave you?"

"Very good, but..." Kyle said in a strange tone, "I don't know about other people, but I rarely wear short-sleeved shirts made of wool in the summer."

That's right, the gift Dumbledore gave was a woolen short-sleeved shirt. To be honest, when Kyle received the gift, he was a little confused for a moment. He thought about it for a long time but still didn't know when to wear it.

First of all, he certainly wouldn't wear thick woolen short-sleeved shirts in the summer, that would be too hot. As for the winter... he usually wears long-sleeved clothes in the winter.

"It doesn't matter. I can always wear it," said Dumbledore. "If you have time now, I have something to tell you. We should be able to have dinner in time afterwards."

"Of course." Kyle nodded and followed Dumbledore into the room.

Fred and George wanted to follow, but just as they reached the door, it was slammed shut.

"It's like this again..." Fred gritted his teeth and said, "Why can even Kyle be allowed to do this?"

"He is one year younger than us." George complained loudly, and Harry and others joined in, but no one answered them.

The people who had just arrived got up and left one after another, and the place soon returned to peace again.

At the same time, Kyle walked into the room. He had just sat down when he heard Dumbledore say in a very calm tone, "I guess you must be very curious about what happened yesterday."

"Yes." Kyle nodded, his eyes subconsciously looking at Dumbledore's arm hanging limply beside him. "Are you injured?"

"It's just a minor injury, don't worry about it." Dumbledore said lightly, "It's a special curse magic that can strip wizards of part of their body perception. Tom has always been very talented in this strange ability."

"Can it recover?" Kyle asked. This was also his biggest concern.

Dumbledore is the most powerful figure in the Order of the Phoenix, or in the entire British wizarding world. If something happens to him, who will deal with Voldemort? It can't be Harry, the savior.

Anyway, no matter how Kyle looked at it, he didn't think that Harry could defeat Voldemort, nor did he think it was possible. Judging from Harry's usual performance, it was unknown whether he could defeat Bellatrix.

His favorite spell was the Disarming Spell, but using the Disarming Spell against the Killing Curse was simply a fantasy to Kyle, and it even went against common sense.

Instead of placing his hopes on the title of "savior", Kyle might as well go to France to find Kanna as soon as possible. At least it is safer there.

If all else fails, you can go to Nicolas Flamel's old house, which Voldemort will definitely not be able to find.

"It's okay. Sassia is brewing a potion for me, but it may take a little longer." At this point, Dumbledore suddenly laughed, "This is all thanks to you."

"Me?" Kyle asked doubtfully, "What does it have to do with me?"

"To be precise, it was the basilisk venom you sent."

Dumbledore explained: "In the antidote used by Sassia, basilisk venom is the most important ingredient. This thing has a magical effect on injuries caused by black magic. In certain specific situations, it is more effective than Phoenix Tears."

"That's good." Kyle said, relieved to hear that Dumbledore was okay.

"So what happened yesterday?" Kyle asked curiously.

"Tom set a trap..." Dumbledore said softly, "and my wand has been taken."

(End of this chapter)