He continued walking forward for a while, and when he was only a few steps away from the auditorium, he turned around and walked up the stairs again.

Although Professor McGonagall meant for him to take a walk around the Great Hall, if you think about it carefully, Dumbledore doesn't seem to have been to the Great Hall outside of banquets in recent years. He can be said to have maintained his character.

Moreover, several students saw him on the way here, which was enough. It would not be good to be too deliberate.

After returning to the eighth floor, Kyle took off his robe and changed into his own clothes. He also took out the things he had just stuffed into the drawer and put them back to their original place... in the small storage room in the corner.

In the portrait, the headmasters were still happily enjoying their latest entertainment activity, having a fair one-on-one duel with Phineas.

Very fair indeed.

They generously stated that they would allow Phineas to use the magic wand, and they would only use the Celtic "iron cone eggplant".

For a wizard, the wand is the most powerful weapon. From this perspective, Phineas is still lucky.

There was just one problem, though: the portrait wasn't really a wizard, and couldn't use magic.

So in Phineas's hand, the wand was no different from a wooden stick.

A wooden stick against an iron lump that is more than one meter long and covered with sharp spikes... The outcome of this duel was already determined when it began.

Phineas was chased all over the field, and the soles of his shoes were almost sparking.

After watching for a while, Kyle's depression after Luna discovered his identity was finally relieved a lot.

"Damn it, it's all your fault!"

Phineas ran to the painting closest to Kyle in a panic, pulled out an iron spike from his butt, and yelled at him, "I don't care, you have to draw a weapon for me too!"

"We're out of paint." Kyle spread his hands. "That's all we could find in the storeroom. We just used it all up."

As he spoke, he glanced at the discarded iron spike… Was the thing he drew so fragile?

No, this part should have been drawn later, because the paint at the connection was a little lighter, so it fell off.

I have to improve it next time.

"You're lying!" Phineas shouted. "I saw it all. There are still a lot of them on the plate. It's more than enough to draw two more!"

"Ah, then I remembered it wrong." Kyle continued, "But I have other things to do now and really don't want to draw. How about we talk about it tomorrow?"

"no!"

"Stop, don't try to run!"

Before Phineas could finish his words, the witch who was dueling with him came after him, aiming the weapon straight at his butt, and it seemed that she had no intention of holding back.

"That's enough, damn it..."

Phineas yelled and could only continue to flee in a panic, while looking at Kyle again.

"I don't care. You live in my ancestral home and use it as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. You must pay me rent!"

"The Black Family is still short of this little money?" Kyle curled his lips.

"Who are you looking down on?" Phineas was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. "Of course the Black family is rich, but you also have to pay me rent."

"Okay, tell me the amount, and I'll ask the principal to give it to you when he comes back." Kyle said, "He has money, so he definitely won't be short of your small fortune."

"I don't want Galleons, I want a weapon," Phineas said as he ran, "I want a weapon bigger than the one you gave Dippet!"

"Good boy, you actually dare to hold a grudge!"

Armando Dippet, who was originally watching the show, could no longer sit still and stood up to join what was supposed to be a one-on-one battle.

To be honest, his behavior was a bit unsportsmanlike, but it was Phineas's fault for seeking death, so others just pretended not to see it.

"Well... okay."

Kyle looked at the time. There was still some time before the effect of the Polyjuice Potion wore off, so he just took this time to kill time.

He took out the palette again.

"What style do you want? A splitting axe, a two-handed sword, or a spear."

"With your drawing skills, you still want me to choose?" Phineas' voice came from afar, "Draw the same one as before and use it."

Kyle's mouth twitched.

How dare you mock me?

He knew that his drawings were not very good, but so what? Principal Dippet was so happy when he saw them, so why didn't he dislike them?

Kyle remained calm, continued to smile, and pointed his wand at the portrait of the knight.

As the saying goes, the first time is strange, the second time is familiar. As a native knight, he no longer cares about Kyle's behavior and even has the leisure to offer advice.

"I think you should draw it longer."

"What do you mean?"

"The principals have never used this kind of weapon. A longer one will give them a wider attack range. They will probably like it."

“That makes sense…”

Kyle thought about it and simply lengthened the handle, making the whole work look even more... weird.

Twenty minutes later.

"Principal Phineas, I'm done." Kyle reminded in a deliberately loud voice.

"Haha, Dippet, you're finished..." Phineas screamed mixed with excited shouts, and ran towards this side desperately.

But someone was faster than him.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Another curly-haired principal had been waiting here for a long time. As soon as Kyle finished speaking, he took the weapon... let's call it a weapon.

"Spurr, put it down..." Phineas' voice came from a distance, "That's mine!"

"Yes, Mr. Principal." Kyle said pretentiously, "That's the rent I paid to Principal Phineas. Please pay it back to him."

"First come, first served. It's mine now." The principal, whose name was Spurr, said, "By the way, thank you for reminding me, kid. I was so engrossed in reading that I almost forgot about the important matter."

He winked at Kyle.

"I didn't mean to remind you. It has nothing to do with me." Kyle shook his head repeatedly. He firmly denied this statement, "The only person I wanted to remind from the beginning to the end was this one, and that was Principal Phineas."

"I understand."

"Okay, you two..." Phineas, who had finally run over after holding on for two hits, looked at Kyle angrily.

"I didn't get this one, you have to draw me another one."

"I can't do that." Kyle shook his head and picked up the empty palette. "This time there really is no paint."

He should have used the paint left over from Principal Dippet. There wasn't much to begin with, so it was already a stretch to paint two things, not to mention the second one was an extended version.

"And Principal Black, even if I draw more, you can't grab them all, so why bother?"

"You..." Phineas mumbled something that Kyle couldn't understand.

But at this time, Kyle found that the wrinkles on his hands had disappeared without him noticing, and his robe became much more fitted.

He was back to his old self.

"It's finally over." Kyle looked at the principals who were playing games and waved to Fox.

The phoenix immediately flew over, grabbed Kyle's finger, and with a flash of fire, they disappeared into the principal's office.

At the same time, all the portraits fell silent.

"What do you think of him?" asked a witch.

Dilys de Winter, also the headmaster of Hogwarts, was also a famous healer at St. Mungo's, and left a portrait there.

"What do you mean? Albus never said he wanted to train him to be the headmaster," said another wizard.

"But he never let anyone pretend to be him."

“These are two different things.”

"You are just a painting, do you have intuition?"

"Okay, why are you arguing about this?" Armando Dippet interrupted the two people's quarrel, "These are issues that Albus should consider. We are just mascots. Do you think you can still think and give advice to others?"

As he spoke, he handed the stick in his hand to Dai Lisi and said, "If you feel unhappy, just join us. It's very interesting. All we can do now is to have fun on our own."

…

Meanwhile, at number twelve Grimmauld Place, Phoenix took Kyle directly to the restaurant.

Their sudden appearance startled Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, Merlin, you should have told me in advance." She came to her senses and patted Kyle. "How does it feel to be back in school again?"

"Normally." Kyle shook his head. "I feel like I got ripped off."

"Don't talk nonsense, Dumbledore would never do that."

"That's not necessarily true," Kyle said.

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He had this feeling because the other party was Dumbledore.

"Let's not talk about this." Kyle looked around, "Why is everything here empty? Where are the dishes?"

"Put it away," said Mrs. Weasley. "We happened to be moving today, and we'll need those things when we get back."

"Moving? Where to?"

"St. Catchpole, of course," said Mrs. Weasley.

"But isn't this the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix?" Kyle asked.

"It's not a conflict." Mrs. Weasley explained, "If there is an important meeting, we will still come, but there is no need to stay here all the time. After all, it is more comfortable to be in your own home."

"Then we..."

"It's mainly to protect Harry and the children." Mrs. Weasley continued, "It was the same last year. When you went to school, we would go home and come back when there was something important or when Hogwarts was on holiday."

Mrs. Weasley stuffed a large package into the box. "In fact, after you went to school, the members of the Order of the Phoenix rarely got together frequently. I don't want to stay alone in such a big house every day with that crazy witch."

The mad witch she was talking about was Mrs. Black, who looked like someone who would burst into a swearing fit at the slightest noise.

"Okay, I see." Kyle nodded in understanding.

"Now that you're back, it's a good opportunity to help out." Mrs. Weasley handed Kyle a huge suitcase.

"I can't handle all this stuff by myself. I thought I would have to make two trips."

"That's easy." Kyle opened his own box and stuffed the suitcase in, then stuffed the things in Mrs. Weasley's hands.

"How convenient," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, "This makes things much easier."

"Why don't you make a box with a seamless extension charm?" Kyle asked in confusion as he walked outside with her.

Although this spell is very complicated, it should not be a problem for the Weasley family.

Mr. Weasley could even make a flying and invisible car, so how could he not be able to make a box that could be extended without a trace?

"Of course it's not there, it's the one you gave me before," said Mrs. Weasley. She looked back and made sure she hadn't forgotten anything before locking the door.

"I mean, make it a bigger one."

"Can't do it," said Mrs. Weasley, glancing at Kyle.

"There's something you may not know... or have never noticed."

"The Traceless Extension Spell is not a spell that can be used infinitely. Its stability is actually very poor. Once it exceeds a certain size, the space extended by the spell will collapse."

"Mine will do."

"Of course, think about who gave it to you."

"Newt Scamander."

"That's right, Mr. Scamander," said Mrs. Weasley. "He is most famous for his magical suitcase. If it can be easily made with the Invisible Extension Charm, do you think it is still magical?"

"I don't know the reason, but as far as I know, his suitcase is unique in the entire wizarding world... oh, no, it should be the third one now.

"I guess he must have put a lot of effort into it. It's not easy to find something that can keep the traceless extension spell stable."

Kyle was slightly stunned. He seemed to have never thought about this problem. He had always put everything he had directly into the box. Even if he occasionally made an object for the traceless extension spell, it was not very big.

The two then came to an old telephone booth with peeling paint.

"You go first," said Mrs. Weasley.

This was built by the Order of the Phoenix and is specifically used for Apparition. There are Muggle-repelling spells around it to prevent anyone from accidentally entering it.

Kyle nodded and walked in, Apparating back to St. Catchpole's Village, in front of the garden of the Burrow.

Mrs. Weasley returned a few minutes later.

After coming here, she felt completely relaxed, and even the goblins in the garden looked more pleasing to the eye.

"Let's clean them up later. I have to clean up the house first." She asked, "Kyle, do you want to go home first?"

"Oh, no need." Kyle shook his head and said, "Let me help clean up. It will be faster this way."

"No problem. You can come and have dinner with Chris in the evening. I think you haven't eaten here for a long time."

“Almost two years,” Kyle said.

Ever since Voldemort returned in his sixth year, he had been living in the safer Grimmauld Place during his holidays. Even if he came back occasionally, he would leave quickly and rarely stayed overnight here.

The two walked into the Burrow.

Mrs. Weasley was in charge of putting the things she had brought back back in their proper places, while Kyle was cleaning the dust off the furniture and also keeping away pests, goblins, and the like.

Wherever wizards have lived, there will always be vixens and goblins who like to stay in places with traces of magic.

It's not just the Burrow, it's the same at Kyle's house too. However, any vixen who runs to his house will become a snack for that old raccoon in less than ten minutes.

Although Ginny also had a kneazle given to her by Fred and George, the little guy was obviously not as smart as Tom.

By the way, the cat-nose in Kyle's family is called Tom, a very common name in the wizarding world and does not refer to anyone in particular.

…

This went on until nine o'clock in the evening. Probably because they knew about the move in advance, everyone who worked at the Ministry of Magic came back.

Kyle also helped Mrs. Weasley prepare a large and sumptuous dinner.

"Mom, it's evening...Oh, Kyle, when did you come back!" Fred ran over in surprise.

“Noon,” Kyle said.

"Where have you been these past two days?"

"Don't ask so many questions. Hurry up and get ready for dinner." Mrs. Weasley interrupted George and looked to the other side, "Arthur, where are Bill and Charlie? Why haven't they come back yet?"

"It should be soon," said Mr. Weasley. "Lupin and Nymphadora have gone to relieve their shift."

"Then don't wait for them."

Just like before, a few people set up a table in the garden and sat around it.

However, they haven't had dinner together like this for a long time. Because of the Death Eaters, everyone has been too busy to do in the past two years.

At Mr. Weasley's suggestion, everyone raised their glasses and clinked them together.

"Kyle, I guess you've been fine lately." Fred asked after taking a sip of butterbeer.

"No." Kyle thought for a moment and said.

"Then how about coming to work at the Ministry of Magic?" George's eyes lit up. "Let me tell you, the work at the Ministry is very interesting these days."

"Forget about going to the Ministry of Magic." Kyle shook his head. "Actually, I'm planning to go to France."

(End of this chapter)