Of course, Voldemort couldn't be so bored as to come and listen to the Death Eaters report their extremely boring experiences.

The purpose of his doing this was simply to determine whether there were any counterfeit people who had drunk the Polyjuice Potion among these people.

Although the Polyjuice Potion can perfectly transform one into another person, it does have a limitation: no matter if one drinks a sip or a cauldron, the transformation can only last for a maximum of two hours, after which it will revert to its original appearance.

If you want to maintain it, you must drink another sip of the potion during this period.

Voldemort took advantage of this restriction and gathered everyone together. He watched them for more than three hours and left only when no one showed any changes.

It can also be seen that Voldemort was indeed persecuted by Kyle, and he even began to doubt his own people.

Fortunately, Alastor Moody was well prepared, so the secret was not exposed.

The first thing he did after returning to Cornwall was walk into a shabby shop selling dark magic items, close the door carefully, and come to a gray mirror.

The hair of 'Laness' in the mirror has begun to change, with a few obvious white hairs, and the robe that originally fit him well has become tight.

This is a sign that the polyjuice decoction is losing its effectiveness.

Moody pulled a bottle from the counter behind him, uncorked it and took a sip.

His hair had turned a dull blond again, and his robes fit him properly again.

But when he opened his mouth, you could clearly see that there were a few gaps in his teeth. Although they were the back molars that were not easy to notice, you could still find them if you looked carefully enough.

Moody's throat moved, as if something was squeezed out of his stomach and then spit out into his palm.

Those are some teeth.

Under the light, you can clearly see that there is a small hole on each of these teeth, a bit like a cavity.

Moody placed the tooth on the table, his expression serious.

Although he made preparations this time, it was still somewhat insufficient due to the tight time. If Voldemort delayed a little longer, he might be exposed.

Without hesitation, Moody put his wand in his mouth and flicked it.

Three more teeth fell out, and the blood dripped down from the corners of his mouth.

But Moody didn't care at all. He just carefully drilled a hole in the tooth with his wand, then waved it and picked it up.

There seemed to be some changes in the teeth, but nothing could be seen on the surface.

A full bottle of Polyjuice Potion was poured through the tiny hole into the teeth and then stuffed back into Moody's mouth.

He opened his mouth tentatively.

It’s okay, although it’s a little bit uncomfortable to get used to, but at least it’s safe.

…

While Moody was trying his best to hide the Polyjuice Potion on himself in order to avoid being discovered, Hogwarts was bustling with activity.

Saturday was supposed to be a holiday when students could sleep in, but early in the morning, they were woken up by loud knocks on the door.

The prefects rushed around the common room, dragging everyone out of bed, and then lined up the sleepy people to go to the auditorium together.

"Really? We finally waited until the weekend, but what's going on? Why do we have to go to the auditorium so early?" Ron yawned and led a group of lower grade students through the corridor of the common room.

"You've complained three times since the beginning." Behind him, Hermione said unhappily, "Ron, don't forget that you are a prefect."

"Of course I know." Ron said nonchalantly: "So, President of the Girls' Union, do you know what happened?"

"I don't know," said Hermione.

She just received a notice from the principal, asking her to take all the students to the auditorium, but the principal did not say why.

"Let's go quickly." Hermione urged, "The headmaster must have something important to tell us to go to the hall."

Everyone walked through the passage. Lady Violet in the portrait at the back saw so many people coming out together and subconsciously hid a wine glass behind her.

Her cheeks were red, obviously she had drunk a lot.

"I really hope she can still hear the command later." Harry glanced behind him and muttered softly.

Lady Violet had gotten drunk several times, and those students who wanted to return to the common room had to wait until she woke up before they could pass the portrait.

In fact, the person in charge of this job was not her, but the Fat Lady. However, the Fat Lady had been feeling unwell recently, so she was temporarily replaced by this drunkard.

The portrait was unwell... This sounded unbelievable, but it was true, and he had seen it with his own eyes.

After Kyle went to the principal's office that day, the Fat Lady became very agitated and changed the password five times within an hour.

From the melodious sound of heavenly music to the graceful and lingering music, they are all related to singing.

But they really couldn't remember changing five times in an hour. Neville simply gave up and waited for someone else to take him in.

There was no other choice but Professor McGonagall to move the Fat Lady to another place to let her calm down first, and have Ms. Violet take over temporarily.

But this guy isn't very reliable.

The group walked down the stairs to the auditorium.

When they arrived, there were already many people there.

"Something big must be happening today." Ron looked at Amelia Bones, the Minister of Magic, who was standing at the front of the hall, and suddenly came to his senses.

And not just the Minister, but also Scrimgeour, the Head of the Auror Office, directors or deputy directors of several important departments, and reporters from the Daily Prophet.

This configuration is too exaggerated.

"Are the Death Eaters going to attack Hogwarts?" Harry said worriedly.

As they were talking, there was a sudden commotion outside, as if something huge had fallen heavily to the ground.

Then Hagrid walked in from outside, accompanied by an equally huge witch.

Harry knew that person, Madame Maxime, Headmistress of Beauxbatons.

But why is she here? This isn't the Triwizard Tournament.

"Hagrid, what on earth are you doing?" Ms. Maxim said seriously, "When I first received the news, I even thought it was a prank."

"I'm sorry, Olymp," said Hagrid, "but I just happened to see your carriage when I went out the door just after I got the news."

"Are you kidding?" Ms. Maxim turned her head subconsciously.

"I swear, not at all," said Hagrid firmly.

"How strange." Maxim frowned deeply, "Dumbledore is still alive, isn't he?"

Listening to their conversation, Harry became even more nervous.

What on earth could have caused Ms. Maxime to come all the way from France...

He wanted to go over and ask for clarification, but Hagrid seemed not to see him and walked straight past.

There was no choice but for Harry to sit at the long table with the other Gryffindors.

Many more people came later, but he didn't know any of them.

The only thing that remained unchanged was that all of these people had serious expressions.

Harry even suspected for a moment that Voldemort had already appeared at the school gate and was now holding a pre-war mobilization meeting.

"Hey, move aside and make room for me."

A familiar voice came from behind, interrupting Harry's wandering thoughts, and he turned his head subconsciously.

"Kyle?" He looked at the person who came and blurted out, "Why are you here?"

"Come and watch the fun." Kyle said.

This conversation is so familiar, it seems like I heard it just yesterday.

But the problem is, there isn't that much to see and do at Hogwarts.

But Kyle didn't explain and squeezed himself in between Harry and Ginny, which immediately caused Ginny to roll her eyes.

"Sorry." Kyle smiled. "This is the best position. If I move any further forward, Professor McGonagall will easily see me. You know, she won't let me come here again."

"Then you shouldn't have come." Ginny said unhappily, "You've already graduated, why do you always come to Hogwarts?"

"You don't have to come at other times, but not today." Kyle shook his finger. "Today is a big day. It would be a shame to miss it."

"So what happened?" Harry asked curiously.

"You'll find out in a moment." Kyle fiddled with a camera. "I promise, it will definitely make your jaw drop."

Seeing Kyle's mysterious look, Harry became even more curious.

"Just wait and see. It's no fun to tell you now." Kyle took out a bottle of potion and put it aside. "Besides, you may not believe it."

The developing solution can make the characters in the photo move, and you can process it directly after taking the photo, all in one step.

Harry drooped his eyelids. If he could beat Kyle, he would really want to... Forget it, he had to be polite. He would be deducted points for hitting others.

But they didn't have to wait too long. Soon the guests arrived, including the professors. Everyone looked at Dumbledore, who was late in the middle.

He was wearing a purple robe and his beard and hair were carefully groomed.

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on Dumbledore without blinking.

"Welcome, welcome to all the guests who have come from afar, and students who have to say goodbye to their warm beds. I am very sorry that I need to take up some of your time during my precious weekend."

"Okay, in order not to delay everyone's breakfast, I'll make it short."

Dumbledore cleared his throat and said solemnly: "I, Albus Percival Dumbledore, abandoned my responsibilities because of my personal problems and almost caused an irreparable mistake. Here, I need to apologize to everyone who has believed in me."

The discussions around became louder.

"What did the headmaster do?" Ron didn't understand. "Hasn't he always been here?"

Hermione also frowned, not understanding why.

She had no recollection of something nearly going wrong because of personal problems... The wizarding world had been so quiet recently, nothing major had happened.

Except for those who know the truth, everyone else has the same idea.

Representatives from the Daily Prophet quickly pressed the shutter to record this rare moment.

The greatest white wizard, Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, apologized solemnly in front of everyone... Although he didn't know what happened, he knew that this was big news and it would definitely sell well if it was written into an article.

But that’s not all.

Dumbledore stepped forward again, "I know I am ashamed, and after careful consideration I have decided to resign as the headmaster of Hogwarts!"

This sentence was like a bomb dropped in the auditorium, instantly making everyone explode.

"This is a joke!" someone shouted.

"Crazy, crazy, I must be dreaming!"

"That's not funny!"

…

Various noisy voices came one after another, and nearly half of the people stood up excitedly.

No one could accept the loss of Dumbledore at Hogwarts, it was a disaster.

"Quiet!"

Dumbledore said loudly, his voice instantly covering the entire hall.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Finnigan," he said. "And I'm over a hundred years old. I can't keep occupying the position of headmaster forever. It's not fair to others."

He made a little joke, but no one found it funny.

They didn't care who was the headmaster, but Hogwarts must not lose Dumbledore.

"Of course, I will still be in school, just in another capacity." Dumbledore continued, "As for my successor, after discussing it with the school directors overnight, we all agree that Ms. Minerva McGonagall is qualified for the job."

Dumbledore took a step back, pointed at Professor McGonagall, who looked confused, and started applauding.

Amelia Bones followed suit and began clapping.

She had known about this for a long time, so she was not surprised.

More and more people are joining in.

A moment later, applause filled the auditorium.

As long as Dumbledore was still at Hogwarts, nothing else mattered, and it was not unacceptable for Professor McGonagall to be the headmaster.

Several Gryffindors even stood up excitedly.

Only Professor McGonagall, who was surrounded by applause, had not yet reacted.

That’s not right. This is not right. How could she become the principal?

Who can tell her what happened! At this moment, Professor McGonagall suddenly felt someone push her...

It was Professor Sprout. She came over calmly and whispered, "Minerva, what are you waiting for? Everyone is waiting for you."

Professor McGonagall finally reacted and looked up.

Sure enough, all eyes shifted from Dumbledore to her.

But the problem is, she has no idea what happened.

"Congratulations, Minerva." Dumbledore came over and said softly, "Now you need to give your inaugural speech. This is a necessary process."

Professor McGonagall's eye twitched.

At this time, she also reacted.

It had to be Dumbledore.

He didn't want to deal with those documents, so he just gave the position of principal to her. That must be the case.

Professor McGonagall took several deep breaths.

She didn't expect Dumbledore to be so decisive. He knew that he would never agree, so he acted first and asked for permission later...

The people at the Daily Prophet were almost pressing their shutter buttons until smoke came out.

If she refused to become the headmaster at this time, tomorrow... no, today at noon, Hogwarts would become a laughing stock in the entire wizarding world.

Professor McGonagall had no choice but to walk to the front and look at the students, reporters, school directors, the Minister of Magic, and other magic school principals below, and said with a stiff upper lip:

"I am honored..."

Professor McGonagall's head was buzzing and she didn't even know how the inauguration ceremony ended.

The students were also confused. They had thought of many things, but they never imagined that they were called to the auditorium on the weekend morning to announce the change of the principal.

There was supposed to be breakfast after the ceremony, but under the circumstances, no one was in the mood to eat. Everyone gathered in groups of three or five and discussed what had just happened intensely.

On the other hand, Dumbledore, who had resigned on his own initiative, returned to the headmaster's office early and began to pack up his things, including the Mirror of Erised, the Pensieve, and Fawkes's roost...

Forget about the silverware on the table; it would serve a greater purpose if left alone.

At this time, the door opened.

Kyle poked his head in.

"Hey, Principal, are you making room?"

"Yes." Dumbledore heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Kyle. "We have to be respectful. It would be embarrassing if we were chased away."

"I don't think Professor McGonagall will chase you away." Kyle shook his head. "She probably wants to kill you. I even heard the sound of grinding her teeth when she was talking just now."

Dumbledore said nothing, but his hands moved faster.

"Don't worry, sir." Kyle smiled and said, "Professor McGonagall is at the door. You can't run away."

Dumbledore's hands froze.

"How do you know..."

"Because I brought her here." Kyle smiled even more happily, "I went to look for her after I saw you leave the auditorium."

"Why... child." Dumbledore felt betrayed. "What good will this do you?"

"I told her you might want to slip away, and she forgave me and returned to Hogwarts. It was a fair trade."

"That... I can do that, too." Dumbledore said, "Hogwarts welcomes every graduate to come back for a visit."

"You're not the headmaster." Kyle shook his finger. "Times have changed, Mr. Dumbledore. It's Professor McGonagall now... No, Headmaster McGonagall has the final say. Your promise is useless."

So realistic.

Dumbledore sighed. Before, he was always called Professor, but now, less than ten minutes after he resigned, his title was immediately changed to Mr.

All right……

Dumbledore sighed, and waited for Minerva to come with an attitude of ready to die.

But he waited for a long time and there was still no movement at the door.

"We still have time," Kyle said, "Headmistress McGonagall promised to let us be alone for a while so that I can give you the gift first."

"Gift?"

"Well, it's a resignation gift," Kyle said. "It's just a little token of my personal appreciation."

Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Kyle with interest. When he learned that Minerva would not come in now, he was no longer in a hurry.

As long as he is not caught on the spot, he can use the Phoenix to leave the principal's office... It seems that Kyle's betrayal is not complete yet.

"I'm very curious, what are you going to give me?" In a good mood, Dumbledore also ordered a cup of black tea.

"Here." Kyle slammed his hands on the table.

Then Dumbledore saw that there was a photo in front of him.

"What is this?" he asked subconsciously.

"The whole process of you and Mr. Grindelwald making a blood pact in 1899." Kyle said, "I think you will like it."

…

(End of this chapter)