At Hogwarts, a short wizard with a slightly hunchback and rat-like face stood in front of Professor McGonagall with an arrogant look on his face, looking up at her.

"Last night, representatives from the Ministry of Magic held a meeting with the Hogwarts board of directors, and we all agreed that you are no longer suitable for the position of headmaster."

"oh?"

Professor McGonagall glanced at him calmly, "If it was really the Ministry of Magic's decision, why didn't Amelia Bones come?"

"She has other things to do and can't come for the time being." said the short wizard.

"Then come and talk to me when she's free." Professor McGonagall waved her hand impatiently. "I don't miss this position, but the change of the headmaster of Hogwarts is a big deal. It's not something you, the director of sports, can decide."

"What did you say?" The little wizard seemed to feel insulted, but soon calmed down and said, "But the school directors have already agreed. In comparison, the minister's opinion doesn't seem that important!"

He pulled out a piece of parchment covered with names.

"Do you need me to read it to you?" the little wizard said triumphantly, "It has been unanimously decided by the school directors to remove Minerva McGonagall from her position as Headmistress and to replace her with Severus Snape."

Professor McGonagall's face darkened. She didn't expect that the school director would drag his feet at this time.

But she still didn't care, and looked at the short wizard with contempt, as if she was looking at something dirty.

“The school board does have the right to remove the principal.”

"Now that you know, it's easy." The short wizard sneered.

"But..." Professor McGonagall continued, "As far as I know, in order to exercise this right, all twelve directors must agree, but what you have..."

She glanced at the parchment, “There appear to be only nine signatures on it, which is a bit off.

"So unfortunately, the content on this has absolutely no effect."

"You, damn it..." The short wizard took two steps forward in anger, "You should recognize the situation, Minerva McGonagall. Dumbledore is no longer there to support you. If you don't listen to me, the whole school will be in trouble."

“Squeak!”

The door of the principal's office was pushed open and Kyle walked in from outside.

"I just heard someone say to take it with you. Why, is the lunch at Hogwarts so delicious? Do we need to take it back to eat?"

"Who are you!" The little wizard turned around and said viciously, "Get out, or you'll die."

"Oh, I recognize you." Kyle looked at his face and thought carefully. "It should be the Hexagonal Islands, right? How come you are still alive?"

"Really? It's my fault." Kyle shook his head in annoyance.

The short wizard finally saw Kyle's appearance clearly, and the anger on his face turned into horror in the blink of an eye.

Of course he remembered Kyle, and his memory was very vivid, or in other words, any Death Eater who had been to the Hesperidian Islands knew him.

The Dark Lord showed them what Kyle looked like and ordered them to kill him.

Since joining the Death Eaters, this was the first time he saw the Dark Lord want to kill someone so much, even to the point of almost destroying an island.

Until now, he could still remember the scene when the entire island was surrounded by fierce fire.

It's a pity that almost all the Death Eaters who remembered this incident died, and only a few people escaped by chance.

He is one of them.

But he never dreamed that he would see the other person again, and in this situation.

"You...you..." He pointed at Kyle, his eyes full of fear, and stammered, unable to speak.

"Why, you don't remember me?" Kyle walked up to him and looked at him with a smile, "That's right, it's really hard for a passerby like me to leave a deep impression on people, it's normal that you can't remember me.

"But we are acquaintances after all. Please give me some face and be polite to Professor McGonagall."

The short Death Eater was sweating coldly, especially when he saw the wand in Kyle's hand. His whole body went numb and he stood there stiffly, not daring to move.

Professor McGonagall was a little puzzled. She didn't quite understand how to face her arrogant Death Eaters. After seeing Kyle, they completely changed and became much more reserved.

Kyle continued to move forward, one step, two steps...

The footsteps seemed to be stepping on the heart of the small Death Eater. Finally, his instinct overcame his fear and he raised his wand high.

"The corpse is..."

"The soul is out of the body!"

The raised arm dropped again, and the light on the tip of the wand dimmed again. The small Death Eater just stood there, expressionless and motionless.

"I'm really not suitable for using this kind of dark magic." Kyle looked at his wand, recalled the awkwardness when he was chanting the spell just now, and shook his head helplessly.

"Kyle!" Professor McGonagall grabbed her chest and whispered, "What did you do..."

"As you can see, Professor, the Imperius Curse." Kyle said, "He recognized me. If I don't take action in advance, the Dark Mark may appear over Hogwarts in the next second."

Professor McGonagall thought back to the actions of the short Death Eater just now...yes, that was indeed the Dark Mark spell.

"What the hell is going on!" She forced herself to calm down and asked, "Why did the director of the Sports and Physical Education Department come to Hogwarts and unite nine school directors to remove me from my position?"

"I don't know." Kyle shrugged.

He was just having a class when Principal Armando Dippet suddenly appeared in the portrait of the ancient runes classroom and told him that someone was making trouble in the principal's office.

Then Kyle came and just happened to hear the little wizard say something at the door... something like that the whole school would be in trouble.

But he didn't expect that the other party was an acquaintance.

When he disguised himself as a Death Eater and sneaked into the Hexadilian Islands, the man was standing not far in front of him. Kyle still had some impression of him.

"Oh no, Ministry of Magic." Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment and became nervous.

Could it be that the Ministry of Magic has been occupied by them? Professor McGonagall stumbled back a few steps and fell into a chair, clutching the collar of her robes tightly.

Kyle's face also looked a little unhappy.

"It's okay, professor. Maybe he's just trying to scare people. I don't know what happened, but we can see now."

He raised his wand again, pointing it at the Death Eaters.

"Legendary!"

Fortunately, this was not a Death Eater who was good at brain occlumency, which saved Kyle a bottle of truth serum.

Memories came flooding back like a tide, Kyle flipped through them quickly, and after a moment, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"How is it..." Professor McGonagall asked nervously.

To be honest, she was a little afraid to watch it.

She couldn't imagine what would happen to the British wizarding world if the Ministry of Magic was really taken over by Death Eaters.

"It's okay, Professor." Kyle said softly, "The Death Eaters have only occupied half of the Ministry of Magic. Minister Amelia Bones is still alive, and the Aurors and Smiters are on our side."

"Huh..." Professor McGonagall suddenly relaxed and took a few deep breaths.

"That's good...so what happened?"

"It's hard to explain in a few words. You'd better see for yourself." Kyle put his wand against the Death Eater's forehead and pulled it gently, bringing out a ray of glittering stuff.

Professor McGonagall's eye twitched.

The extraction of memories, coupled with the Imperius Curse and Legilimency just now, meant that Kyle had violated Wizarding Law three times in a row in front of her.

It's not a violation of school rules, but wizard law.

Especially the Imperius Curse, which would require a single cell in Azkaban.

"Oh, sorry." Kyle seemed to realize that his behavior was not appropriate, so he stopped what he was doing and forced the memory back.

Then he waved his wand, and a velvet curtain dropped from the ceiling out of thin air, just between him and Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall had another vein on her forehead.

What is this? Trying to hide something makes it more obvious? "Hahaha!"

A burst of laughter came from the wall, and Armando Dippet held his stomach and laughed so hard that he fell backwards.

"I knew it was a good idea to call Kyle. This is going to be really fun."

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded. "He always has many unexpected ideas, but they are very useful."

"Ah, you unruly thing." Phineas curled his lips beside him, "Using the Imperius Curse in the principal's office is simply lawless! Such a person is not worthy of being a professor."

"Huh?" Armando Dippet's expression suddenly changed, and he said sinisterly, "I called Kyle here, are you questioning my decision?"

After saying that, without waiting for Phineas to explain, he rushed forward with a mace that he pulled out from somewhere and swept it across.

“Ouch!”

After a muffled sound, there was a scream, but the other principals did not stop it. They closed their eyes and pretended not to see it, just like they pretended not to see Kyle using the Imperius Curse.

Professor McGonagall felt her head buzzing and she resisted the urge to take down two portraits and throw them out of the window.

She used to feel that the portraits in the principal's office were all very serious. Apart from pretending to sleep, they basically didn't do anything abnormal. How come they suddenly became like this?

Were they pretending before?

Or maybe it became like this after a certain portrait was added...

Professor McGonagall glanced at the portrait of Dumbledore on the wall, intentionally or unintentionally.

Fortunately, at this time, the velvet curtain disappeared. Kyle looked around, took out a meditation basin from the cabinet with ease, and put the memory hanging on the wand into it.

Memories were like glittering fish, spinning rapidly in the Pensieve.

Professor McGonagall naturally knew how to use this thing and stuck her head into it.

Uzumaki took her out of the headmaster's office and to the Ministry of Magic, where she saw Scrimgeour, who was furious, and Amelia Bones, who was confronting the Death Eaters.

Fortunately, it’s just like Kyle said.

Although the Ministry of Magic has undergone some changes, it has not been occupied and Minister Bones is still alive.

Soon, Professor McGonagall was out of her memory.

"The situation is still a bit serious." She looked at the motionless Death Eater next to Kyle and asked, "What are you going to do with him?"

"Of course..." Kyle paused for a moment before continuing, "Sent to Azkaban."

"But Azkaban has long been unreliable, and you know that."

"It doesn't matter." Kyle waved his hand. "I know a place that's pretty similar to Azkaban. It's guarded by Dementors. It will be the same if we send him there."

"Oh?" Professor McGonagall asked in confusion, "Where?"

She had lived in England for so long, but she had never heard that there were classes in Azkaban.

"Um, don't ask about that. The configurations are almost the same anyway." Kyle laughed awkwardly.

What he was talking about was of course the Dementor in his box. It had never had a full meal since it followed him, and Kyle sometimes felt bad about it.

This is a rare opportunity, so Kyle plans to give the Dementor a special meal and let it eat as much as it wants.

So that Newt wouldn't keep saying he tortured Dementors.

Moreover, this Death Eater might be able to provide other help, which could be very useful.

"How about leaving him to me?" Professor McGonagall asked after a moment's silence.

"ah?"

"You used the Imperius Curse to control him, didn't you?" Professor McGonagall bluntly exposed Kyle's thoughts, "Don't you want to let the person who can't even say his name know that you are in Hogwarts?"

"No, not really. He must know I'm here." Kyle shook his head. "You may not be happy to hear this, but some people in Slytherin have seen me, so Voldemort must have known it as well."

At the name, Professor McGonagall grabbed herself by the collar again.

Kyle didn't react too much. He just discovered something very interesting from the Death Eater's memory.

Voldemort never showed up, not during their attack on the Ministry of Magic or anything else.

Kyle guessed that he was injured.

While in the Hesperides, Voldemort did not completely avoid his Vulcan.

This is the most powerful offensive magic he currently possesses. With the magic of runes plus the blessing of Fiendfyre, even Voldemort would be left unscathed.

Also, when he was in Godric's Hollow before, he seemed to have been struck by lightning summoned by Dumbledore's magic.

With old wounds and new injuries, given Voldemort's fear of death, he will definitely not show up easily again.

Dumbledore's previous approach was to use this method to make Voldemort relax his vigilance and see if he could trick him out.

Just looking at the current situation, Voldemort is more patient than they thought. Even though Dumbledore is already "dead", he did not come out to enjoy the fruits of victory.

Kyle has been thinking of other options lately.

The Death Eater in front of him offered him a possibility.

If all the Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic were caught in one fell swoop, Voldemort would not be able to endure it any longer.

But doing so is a bit risky and could easily affect Amelia Bones and the others. "If that's the case, then why did you stop him from placing the Dark Mark?" Professor McGonagall suddenly said, interrupting Kyle's thoughts.

"The situation was urgent, and I had no idea what magic he was going to use." Kyle spread his hands, "I thought he would use the Killing Curse, but I didn't expect him to call for help. How can he be a Death Eater if he is so timid... How shameful."

Professor McGonagall's eyes flickered and she pretended not to hear Kyle's complaint.

"Then why do you control him?"

"I don't know." Kyle continued, "I listened to your conversation at the door for a while and learned that he was the director of the Department of Magical Sports and Games. At that time, I didn't know what was going on in the Ministry of Magic, but I just felt that if he could be controlled, it should be able to play a role.

"At least he can go back and be a nail in the coffin for those Death Eaters at the Ministry."

Professor McGonagall frowned, thinking seriously about what Kyle had just said. She looked at the short Death Eater again, and after a long moment, she shook her head.

“I can’t.”

"What?"

"Your Imperius Curse is a bit...poor." Professor McGonagall considered her words, trying not to sound too harsh.

"To be honest, the reason your Imperius Curse is effective is more because of his fear of you. It won't be long before he can break free of your control."

As she spoke, the Death Eater's body twitched and his fingers began to shake and flex.

These were all signs that he was about to break free from the control of the Imperius Curse.

"Okay." Kyle was a little helpless.

There was no way. His magic power was too pure. When using the Imperius Curse, a dark magic that required negative emotions to support it, it naturally wouldn't have much effect.

But there is nothing we can do about it, we can only say that there are gains and losses.

"Leave him to me," said Professor McGonagall, and she waved her wand, and a silver net fell over him, scooping him up and hanging him in the air.

"If there has to be a war between Hogwarts and the Death Eaters, I want the initiative to be in our hands."

"Also, it will take time for the students to evacuate. Before everything is ready, I hope they can temporarily take their eyes off Hogwarts."

"Of course no problem." Professor McGonagall said so, so Kyle naturally wouldn't refuse.

"But Professor McGonagall, he may not be so easy to cooperate with. Do you need my help in finding a suitable backup candidate?

"I recommend Cedric. He has experience in pretending to be a Death Eater and is a careful person. As long as he looks at the Pensieve a few times and is familiar with the other person's personality, he will definitely not be exposed."

"Experience of pretending to be a Death Eater?" Professor McGonagall glanced at Kyle, "I remember seeing Mr. Diggory in the castle before. Could it be..."

Kyle then realized that he had let the cat out of the bag, but he remained calm on the surface.

"Ah, he came to see me that time. I was talking about earlier, when we were fighting the Dementors together."

"Oh." Professor McGonagall nodded and didn't care.

"There is no need to trouble Mr. Diggory with such matters," she continued.

The Death Eater who was hung by the net had broken free from the control and began to struggle hard, but his wand had been thrown aside by Kyle in advance, so his struggle was somewhat powerless.

It's just a little noisy. "Although I hate the effects of the Imperius Curse, it doesn't mean I don't know this spell." Professor McGonagall struggled a little, but after a moment she made up her mind and slowly stretched out her wand.

"The soul is out of the body!"

The principal's office was quiet.

"Oh!" Dumbledore in the portrait exclaimed, and said to the person next to him in an incredible tone: "Armando, did you see that? Minerva used the Unforgivable Curse in the headmaster's office."

"I see, Albus."

Armando Dippet rubbed his eyes, "Merlin, I must be dreaming!"

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(End of this chapter)