Originally, the best candidate to go to Hogsmeade was Nymphadora Tonks. As a Metamorphmagus, she could easily deceive everyone's eyes and hide herself perfectly.

Mundungus is also good. He often does shady business and is proficient in various disguise methods and can hide himself well.

But under Sirius's insistence, everyone finally agreed that he should carry out the task of protecting Harry.

But the only requirement is that he must make sure to drink the Polyjuice Potion all the time and always maintain a different appearance in front of outsiders.

Sirius agreed.

This was not difficult, there was a Muggle village ten miles away from Hogsmeade, and he would just have to wait until night passed and find a Muggle with thick hair.

Harry was also very happy about this decision.

Compared to the other two people, he obviously still prefers to be with his godfather. Although they usually have to pretend not to know each other, it is always good to be close to each other.

After that, those who had rushed back from the Ministry of Magic stood up and prepared to leave.

The main reason was that Kingsley received a message from Scrimgeour through the special means of the Aurors that Godric's Hollow was short of manpower and they needed to rush there overnight.

Others need to help, too.

Kyle wanted to take this opportunity to go back to St. Catchpole Village. Calculating the time, it seemed that he had not lived there for a long time. And when he passed by his home just now, he missed the old cat quite a lot.

However, just as Kyle followed Chris to the door, before he could go out, he was pushed back by someone.

"You've been living here recently too." Chris turned his head and said.

"Why?" Kyle didn't understand. "I have to go to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow. It should be more convenient to go home."

"It's safer here than St. Catchpole." Chris glanced at him.

Others didn't know what was going on, but he knew very clearly what was in Kyle's box.

Fire dragons, leopards, cat-leopards, basilisks, three-headed dogs...even among the 5X-level magical creatures, these are considered the most troublesome ones.

He couldn't help but feel a palpitation every time he thought of Kyle running around with that dangerous box.

In terms of quantity, Kyle's box is definitely not as good as Newt's, but in terms of quality and danger factor, both are equally deadly.

So Chris knew very well that as long as used properly, those magical creatures would be enough to help him deal with a large number of Death Eaters in a short period of time.

If nothing else, just that basilisk is enough.

The basilisk is a man-made species. Strictly speaking, it is not a magical animal, but a creation of the most popular black magic thousands of years ago. The original purpose of its creation was to kill.

The basilisk's eyes are two materialized killing curses. There is no need to chant spells or wave wands, just look at each other. It is simple and crude.

Coupled with its scales that are comparable to fire dragon skin, the basilisk can ignore most magical attacks and run rampant on the battlefield.

In front of such a creature, no matter how many people come, it will be useless unless they are powerful wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Of course, he didn't say these, even though he trusted other people, he still chose to keep it secret.

"Have you ever let it out?" Chris asked in a low voice while Kingsley and Moody were talking.

"Yes." Kyle naturally knew what Chris was talking about, and he did not hide it and admitted it directly.

"That's the reason." Chris shook his head and said, "I don't know what you have done, but one thing is certain, your actions have angered the mysterious man. Under such circumstances, Saint Catchpole Village is no longer so safe.

"In order to prevent him from taking revenge on you, it's safer to live here."

"Yes, you can live here." Mrs. Weasley also came over and said.

She didn't quite understand what Chris meant, but she understood the last sentence. When it comes to safety, there is no place better than here.

As the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore had no idea how many protective spells he had added here. The Fidelius Charm was only the most basic, and there were also the Anti-Tracking Charm, the Indestructible Charm, the Fixed Portkey, and so on. She knew seven of them alone.

It can be said that even if Voldemort now knew the location of number 12 Grimmauld Place and came here in person, it would take him a long time to break through the defenses here.

In some ways, it's even safer here than Hogwarts without Dumbledore.

She certainly wished Kyle could live here.

"Well... okay." Kyle glanced at Chris, who had a calm expression, "Then I'll stay here."

"Yes." Chris nodded. "Also, don't go to the Ministry of Magic for the time being. Hide here for a while. I'll help you with Amelia's matter."

"Okay." Kyle nodded again.

It seems that Chris has already started thinking about this.

Although Kyle didn't really want to stay in the house all the time, he killed dozens of Death Eaters with the Basilisk. This number of casualties was rare even in wartime.

This is also the reason why Kingsley and his colleagues have to go back to work overtime in the middle of the night.

So Kyle thought that in order not to irritate Chris's nerves, he should just do as he was told.

Seeing Kyle agreed, Chris breathed a sigh of relief and glared at Kyle unhappily.

In fact, he didn't want Kyle to develop a habit of killing. If you think about it carefully, almost all the Death Eaters who encountered Kyle in recent years lost their lives.

It started with the Triwizard Tournament, when Kyle killed a Death Eater with the Fiendfyre Curse for the first time, and then he killed two more when he and Cedric were cleaning out the Dementors.

There were also the Death Eaters in the Hogwarts tower some time ago, the werewolves in the Black Forest, and all the way to Godric's Hollow... It can be said that the Death Eaters' survival rate was higher when they met Dumbledore than when they met Kyle.

Chris was very worried that if this continued, Kyle would be corroded by the negative emotions brought about by killing and eventually become a dark wizard like Voldemort.

But he couldn't say anything.

Because even though he had killed so many Death Eaters, Kyle's magic was still spotless, which made his previous thoughts invalid.

This made Chris feel a little embarrassed. He looked at Kyle, shook his head helplessly, and then followed Kingsley and the others to leave the square.

Inside the house, Ron was having a small celebration with the Weasley brothers, setting off a few leftover firecrackers from the wedding in the restaurant.

They don't need to think so much, and their ideas are simple. As long as the Death Eaters suffer losses, they are happy, and the greater the casualties, the more worth celebrating.

Although they didn't know what happened in Godric's Hollow, it didn't matter. What mattered was that the Death Eaters suffered heavy losses, which was a great victory for the Order of the Phoenix.

If conditions permit, they would even like to hold a grand celebration party.

"Fred, George!" Mrs. Weasley looked at the room full of ribbons and her temples throbbing with anger.

"Can you guys be quiet for a minute?" she yelled. "I've been away for a while, and the whole restaurant is in a mess!"

"It's just a few ribbons. It's not as exaggerated as you say." Fred waved his wand, and the surrounding ribbons were immediately blown away by the wind.

"Look, isn't this clean?"

"What I mean is that you should be more stable. Even if you can't set a good example for your brothers and sisters, at least don't lead them astray."

"Us? Leading Ron astray?" Fred pointed at himself and George, then turned to look at Ron, "I think he's much more excited than us."

"Yeah." George nodded. "He alone sets off more firecrackers than all of us combined."

“I think he put five.”

"Two for each of us."

“So half of the ribbons in this room were made by him.”

Fred and George spoke in unison, while Ron stared at them in amazement, his face flushed.

"Aren't those ribbons I put up given to me by you?"

"We just asked you to help hold it. When did we tell you to let it go?" George said confidently.

Ron was stunned for a moment, stammering and unable to speak. He looked to Hermione beside him for help, but Hermione had disagreed with his celebration in the first place, so naturally she would not speak for him now.

"That's enough." Fortunately, Mrs. Weasley interrupted Fred and George's chattering, "Now, go back to your room and go to bed immediately."

Ron ran out immediately.

The Weasley brothers also shut their mouths in dismay and went back to their room reluctantly, muttering something as they walked... something like that Mrs. Weasley was being unfair and only criticized them two.

Mrs. Weasley turned a deaf ear to these complaints. Although she didn't know the truth, she knew Fred and George, and it would be right to teach them a lesson.

"And you guys, it's time to go to bed too." She said to the rest of the people, "Kyle, do you want me to make an extra perch for the phoenix? But the conditions here are limited, we only have firewood."

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"Ah, no thanks." Kyle shook his head.

Just like people are used to sleeping in beds, the phoenix prefers to stay on the roost, and the more precious the wood, the more comfortable it is, such as the one in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

Kyle remembered that the perch was golden. It was not a decoration added later. It was golden in nature and looked like solidified elixir of life in the sunlight.

Although Kyle doesn't have that kind of good stuff, he has a whole forest in his box, and Fox must be more comfortable living there than standing on a branch...

However, Mrs. Weasley's words also reminded Kyle that if he came across the right material, he could also try to make a perch for Fawkes.

Kyle thought as he walked out of the kitchen.

“Kyle.”

At the stairs, Kyle suddenly heard someone calling him. When he turned around, he found it was Hermione. It seemed that she had been waiting for him here.

"What's up?" Kyle asked.

"Look, aren't you going to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow? I've thought of some more important questions," said Hermione. "It's about..."

"Wait a moment." Kyle interrupted her, "There is something you may not know. I probably won't be going to work at the Ministry of Magic tomorrow."

"No, not going?" Hermione frowned, "Why?"

"Because of the mysterious man." Kyle explained: "Everyone thinks that the mysterious man may be angry with me because of what happened this afternoon, so he has issued a house arrest order for me. I may not be able to go anywhere during this period of time."

"Oh, sorry," Hermione said quickly, "I thought... maybe I was distracted and didn't hear that."

"No, it has nothing to do with you." Kyle said, "This is what they told me outside just now. You were not there at the time."

"That's good." Hermione said, "I'll go back first."

"Wait a minute." Kyle stopped her. "I think if you really want to change something, you can try it yourself."

"Try it yourself?" Hermione was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean?"

"Just learn more about the Ministry of Magic." Kyle said, "To be honest, you don't really understand the current situation of the Ministry of Magic, and many of your perceptions are even wrong."

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked Kyle seriously.

"A lot, for example, you always tend to bring your school tricks to the Ministry of Magic."

"But in reality, they are completely different and the Ministry is not another Hogwarts," Kyle said.

It is not possible for one person to simply say something or make a suggestion to change everything. Every new bill must be carefully considered before it can be enacted. "

"Also, as you mentioned before, regarding the situation of the Muggle Mediation Committee, it is difficult to show whether a staff member is doing a good job or not, and whether he is competent, using the intuitive written grades in school."

"But I certainly don't see how they work," said Hermione.

"That's because you don't need it at all." Kyle said calmly, "You are a Muggle-born wizard. Both you and your parents know very well how to deal with other Muggles. So when you encounter a conflict, you don't need the help of the Ministry of Magic at all."

Hermione didn't argue this time.

"How about this." Kyle thought for a moment, "If you have nothing to do this month, go to the Ministry of Magic as a volunteer. Just treat it as a chance to get familiar with it in advance. It just so happens that they are quite short of people right now."

volunteer……

Hermione's eyes lit up. "Can I really go?"

"You definitely can't do it yourself." Kyle said, "But I can help with recommendations. I happen to know a lot of people in the Ministry of Magic, so it shouldn't be a problem to find them an assistant.

"But there is one thing I must tell you in advance. You are here purely to help and you will not be paid. If you feel that this is inappropriate, forget it..."

"No, I agree." Hermione said immediately, "After I graduate next year, I will definitely go to work in the Ministry of Magic, so I am willing to get familiar with the working atmosphere there in advance."

"That's good." Kyle nodded, "Then you go back first, I'll take you there tomorrow."

"Okay." Hermione walked upstairs, but stopped after only two steps.

"Wait a minute Kyle, didn't you just say they wouldn't let you leave here?"

"That's true," Kyle shrugged. "But as long as I don't go out, isn't that all that's fine?"

"Then how are you going to get there? You can't Apparate or use a Portkey here, and the fireplace isn't connected to the Floo Network."

"You haven't forgotten how you left Godric's Hollow, have you?" Kyle smiled.

Hermione understood instantly, then her face turned pale, "If I have to be taken away by the Phoenix, I would rather not go to the Ministry of Magic."

"The mysterious man is looking for me, it has nothing to do with you." Kyle said casually: "When the time comes, you can go there by normal means. We can meet near the magic fountain in the lobby."

"good."

When he said this, Kyle's eyes accidentally caught sight of the huge portrait hanging next to it.

Portrait of Phineas Black.

There was nothing special about the painting. Kyle had grown tired of seeing Phineas's face when he was in school. His attention was on the frame.

As an ancient pure-blood family and the headmaster of Hogwarts, the picture frame that Phineas made for himself was definitely not an ordinary one. The wood on it...

Thinking of this, Kyle subconsciously reached out and placed his hand on the picture frame.

This wood is really good. Even after hundreds of years, there is not a single crack on it. It also feels very smooth to the touch, as if you are touching a piece of warm jade.

Good stuff.

Kyle's eyes lit up. If he took this thing apart and made it into a perch, Fox would definitely like it.

But then he shook his head… No, this was, after all, a portrait of Sirius' great-great-grandfather, and this was the Black family's ancestral home. It would be impolite to rashly tear down someone else's portrait.

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(End of this chapter)