Dumbledore's voice was still calm, and it sounded like he was saying that he had lost a Knut while shopping, but this news caused an uproar in Kyle's heart.

"The one that was stolen...could it be the Elder Wand?"

"Oh, I didn't expect you to recognize it as the Elder Wand." Dumbledore looked at Kyle in surprise. "That's amazing. I thought no one knew it."

"Is it difficult? Any wizard who has read The Tales of Beedle the Bard should be able to recognize it. After all, it is clearly drawn there."

"But all elder wands are the same; that's a property of the wood itself," said Dumbledore. He didn't seem to care at all about his things being taken away. Instead, he discussed the shape of the wand with Kyle with great interest.

"That's true," Kyle said casually, "but I've never seen anyone else use an elder wand, including at Ollivander's, and I doubt he even uses this wood.

"And most importantly, that wand is held by the greatest white wizard of our time."

"That's quite a remarkable compliment." Dumbledore chuckled, looking a little embarrassed.

"Yes, I have always used the Elder Wand." Dumbledore nodded, "But now it has been taken away by Tom. Someone told Tom that the Elder Wand could make him more powerful, so he designed this trap."

"And then he took the Elder Wand?" Kyle still found it a little unbelievable.

How should I put it? It’s too simple.

It is now certain that Death Eaters such as Bellatrix and Barty Crouch Jr. are all here and did not leave with Voldemort.

In a one-on-one situation, even if there were traps, could Voldemort defeat Dumbledore and take his wand? Kyle didn't quite believe it.

"You underestimate Tom."

As if he had seen through Kyle's thoughts, Dumbledore explained softly, "When he was at Hogwarts, he was also a very good student. He completed all the courses in the fifth grade. After graduation, he traveled around the world, created many special black magics, and conducted many dangerous magic experiments.

"These experiences have made his appearance more and more terrifying, but correspondingly, his strength has also improved by leaps and bounds. I have long found it difficult to guarantee my victory."

Kyle shrugged and said nothing.

He had never underestimated Voldemort, and when he learned that he had obtained the Elder Wand, he even began to consider whether he should say hello to Nicolas Flamel and move some things to his old house in Paris in advance, and pay a few years' rent at the same time.

This way, you won't be too nervous when the time comes to run away.

But correspondingly, he never underestimated Dumbledore. Rita Skeeter once said in a report that he was the White Devil. This was not a nickname bought with money. Even though the color was different, it still contained the word "Devil".

"So what exactly happened that day?" Kyle asked again.

In addition to changing the subject, this question was also what Kyle was eager to know.

"The process is not important." Dumbledore glanced at Kyle, "But I saved a person with a wand, which I think is a good deal."

"Saved someone?"

"Olivander," Dumbledore said, "Remember, the Death Eaters attacked Diagon Alley once before, and one of their missions was to capture this wand master. But he was lucky at the time because he was out looking for materials, so he escaped."

"But I remember he's back, right?" Kyle said. "And I don't remember any of the freshmen last year not getting a wand."

"So he was captured not long ago." Dumbledore's tone was somewhat helpless. "Although we have reminded him many times, he was still found by the Death Eaters when he was looking for wand materials, and fell into Tom's hands."

"And the You-Know-Who used him to threaten you?" Kyle asked.

"It fits Tom's character, doesn't it?"

"No wonder he didn't bring other Death Eaters." Kyle also reacted, "The arrogant Dark Lord actually relied on hostages to threaten Dumbledore. This kind of thing is definitely not suitable for his men to see."

"It's not a very decent way to do it, but it works," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Also, you can call him by his name here. The Fidelius Charm will also work on name magic."

"I just want to make it a habit for myself." Kyle shook his head, "so that I won't say it somewhere else and affect other people."

Kyle vaguely remembered that Connor's father was killed because he mentioned Voldemort's name, and all the other people in the tavern at the time were killed by the Death Eaters who rushed over.

Fortunately, a few people who reacted quickly and escaped from the tavern in advance informed them of the news.

Although it is difficult to determine now whether it was Connor's father who said Voldemort's name or someone else, it doesn't matter anymore.

After knowing this, Kyle has always cared about it, and gradually got used to calling him "the mysterious man" instead of "Voldemort".

He himself was certainly not afraid, but calling Voldemort's name was not the only way to prove his courage. He did not want to affect others because of his quick words.

After listening to Kyle's explanation, Dumbledore's expression became serious and he nodded solemnly.

"You have considered it very comprehensively. I was negligent."

"That's not the case." Kyle stroked his chin. "If I could beat him, I'd even be willing to hire someone to scold him all day in a spacious place, and the name 'Voldemort' must not appear less than three times in each sentence."

Dumbledore's serious expression lasted only a few seconds before it collapsed in an instant.

"What does this mean?"

"Information bombardment." Kyle said, "Since he likes to hear his own name, then shout it a few more times, divide it into several groups, and take turns shouting it for 24 hours. Add a few dirty words, the dirtier the better, preferably with a family tree. I remember Riddle should be a Muggle surname, calling him half-mudblood is quite appropriate.

"Under the effect of the name magic, he will definitely be able to hear it clearly. If he can't stand it and comes to me, I will kill him. If he doesn't come, he will have to endure it. It's a happy thought.

"Unless he is willing to remove this magic, but this is also a good thing for us. Apart from losing a few Galleons, it is not a loss at all.

"Of course, these are just thoughts. I can't beat him yet."

For a moment, Dumbledore's eyes changed. When he looked at Kyle again, it was like looking at a dragon knitting wool socks. It was... ridiculous.

Taking advantage of the loophole in the name magic to make people curse Voldemort non-stop... Is this an idea that anyone could come up with? But to be honest, Dumbledore thought about it carefully and found that it was indeed quite fun to do so.

How about... give it a try? He was a little hesitant. After all, he had a lot of Galleons and could afford to hire a few hundred people. As long as he could remove the name magic, it would be considered a success.

However, after seeing his numb arm, Dumbledore gave up the idea.

Never mind. It's not the right time now.

Dumbledore sighed. Whenever he chatted with Kyle, he always had the illusion that he was really old.

Because some of Kyle's ideas were always incompatible with him and very effective, but he would never realize that this was a kind of mental constraint and had nothing to do with wisdom.

It's like the Hogwarts Express, which has obviously been abandoned by the times, but is still running on the road for various reasons.

Because of this, Dumbledore always went to talk to Harry after talking with Kyle, and then Harry would remind him that it was not him who was out of touch with the times, but Kyle, and Kyle was the different "minority".

At this moment, the voices outside suddenly became much louder.

"Oh, I guess it's time for dinner." Dumbledore stood up and took the initiative to end the conversation.

"Is it already so late? I'm really hungry. I hope we can have my favorite custard tart for dinner. I really like it."

In fact, Kyle still had a lot of questions to ask, such as why Voldemort chose such a special place as Austria, what he did specifically, and the details of the battle.

But Dumbledore seemed unwilling to say more, and it was the same when they talked about this topic just now. He became vague inexplicably, as if he was intentionally avoiding something.

But the problem is that Dumbledore doesn't want to say it, and there's nothing he can do. He can't give him Veritaserum... huh?

Kyle raised his eyebrows. It seemed that he really had truth serum, and it was given to him by Snape.

But for a moment he couldn't remember where he put it. After all, it was something given by Snape, and he had no idea how to use it, so he usually just threw it away without cleaning it up carefully.

Kyle thought so as he followed Dumbledore out of the room.

Outside, Mrs. Weasley had indeed prepared dinner, and to Kyle's surprise, Lupin had also returned from St. Mungo's.

Previously his entire body was wrapped in bandages, but now only a few bandages are left on his wrists. He also looks much better and can move freely without anyone's support.

Although Kyle was pleasantly surprised by this, he was not too surprised.

As long as the damage was not caused by dark magic, it would not be a big deal for St. Mungo's, not to mention that Lupin was a werewolf and had a faster recovery ability than ordinary wizards.

It was just that Tonks looked a little worried and kept following him around.

"Glad you're okay." Kyle walked over and said hello.

"Thanks to Dumbledore, he brought the Phoenix Tears." Lupin smiled, "And I also want to thank you, Kell."

"Thank me for what?"

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"I heard everything you did with Mr. Scamander."

Tonks had mentioned this to him before when they were at St. Mungo's, and several good friends he had made in the werewolf tribe also sent him letters saying that the group of werewolves in the Black Forest had not been active for a long time.

It seemed that they had moved, and the Death Eaters went looking for them but found nothing.

The werewolf in Knockturn Alley hasn't appeared for a long time.

Thinking of this, Lupin couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that you guys solved the problem that I haven't solved for more than half a year in just a few days."

"Ah, that's nothing." Kyle waved his hand. "It's mainly because you're too soft-hearted. As long as you kill the ones that jump the most, the others will naturally behave themselves."

Lupin was speechless, shook his head and said nothing.

If werewolves were really so easy to deal with, why would Dumbledore ask him to win them over? Ultimately, it's a question of ability.

Lupin was well aware of this, but he didn't care as long as the result was good.

"Okay, let's eat first." Mrs. Weasley came over and said.

She looked completely different from yesterday and seemed to be in a very good mood.

"Percy is awake." Charlie whispered beside him, "They talked for a few words, and Mom was so happy."

"What did you say?"

"I don't know. The therapist only allowed one person to visit, and we were all outside."

Several people walked into the restaurant, and the table was filled with a variety of sumptuous food.

"Banquet." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, "It's rare for two of us to celebrate our birthdays together today, so of course we have to celebrate it properly."

"There is another thing worth celebrating." At this time, Tonks suddenly said.

She took Lupin's arm beside her and said, "We have decided to get married."

After a brief silence, there was a more heated discussion.

"Oh, have you decided yet?"

"when."

“This is wonderful!”

…

"Congratulations, Moony." Sirius was undoubtedly the happiest one. Lupin was his best friend, and Tonks... from the perspective of pure-blood family relationships, was she his cousin? Probably, the relationships between pure-blood families were too complicated, and he was too lazy to sort them out, but that was the idea anyway.

My good friend is going to marry my cousin’s niece, how… wait.

Sirius suddenly felt that something was wrong, and when he looked at Lupin again, his eyes changed slightly.

He walked over and punched Lupin on the shoulder. "When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?"

I don’t know if it was intentional or he was just too excited, but the punch was quite heavy and it hurt so much that Lupin gasped.

"What are you doing? You're so careless. Remus has just recovered." Tonks glared at Sirius unceremoniously.

"Go away, go away, what do you know?" said Sirius, and then put his arms around Lupin's neck.

"Tell me quickly, why are you hiding it from me?"

"I didn't mean to hide it from you. We just made the decision recently." Lupin said embarrassedly, "I was hesitating before. As you know, I'm a werewolf. If I were with Tonks..."

"Forget it, I don't want to listen anymore." Suddenly, Sirius pushed Lupin away.

“I don’t care what you thought before, but now that you have made this decision, you can’t regret it, understand?

"Otherwise, I won't let you go, even if you are my best friend."

As he said this, Sirius punched Lupin again, but this time it was much lighter.

"I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you," said Lupin.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room reached its peak and everyone was cheering.

Fred and George got some colorful firecrackers from somewhere, and the whole room was filled with all kinds of sparkling snowflakes and dancing elves.

"Stock for Christmas." Fred handed one to Kyle. "It's not a formal marriage anyway, so it doesn't matter."

"That's not what surprises me," Kyle said. "I'm surprised you guys still have anything left over from Christmas?"

"What do you mean by that?" George said unhappily, "Forget it. I'm happy today, so I won't bother with you."

After saying that, he pulled another firecracker, this time with a mini fire dragon and a golden Christmas tree.

"Don't go too far, you two." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, obviously not taking it seriously. She turned to look at Dumbledore, "Albus... don't leave today, how about staying for dinner together? I remember there is a bottle of nice aged Fire Whiskey in the basement, Sirius..."

"I'll get it." Sirius ran downstairs quickly.

"That is an invitation I cannot refuse," said Dumbledore, smiling. "And if there is a custard tart it would be even better."

"I'm sorry, I don't have any," said Mrs. Weasley, "but would syrup and marmalade be okay?"

Syrup, marmalade?

Kyle felt a toothache just listening to these two combinations, but Dumbledore looked very happy.

“Ah, I like this one too.”

(End of this chapter)