Before I knew it, the sky had already begun to brighten.

Kyle finally understood what Dumbledore wanted to do, but he acted very calmly, and it could even be said that he didn't care at all.

"That's not necessary, Professor." Kyle waved his hand. "I just did what I was supposed to do. The Death Eaters attacked Hogwarts, so of course we had to fight back. Even if there was nothing wrong with killing them, why do you have to worry about others causing trouble for me?"

"Kyle, this has nothing to do with right or wrong." Dumbledore said solemnly, "Even Tom has never killed more than 200 wizards at once. This kind of unrestrained power will inevitably make other wizards feel fear and rejection... even if they know you are not a dark wizard.

"Believe me, Kyle, no one knows this better than me." Dumbledore said earnestly.

But Kyle didn't disbelieve him... He knew very well what kind of people those people in the Ministry of Magic were.

"But I have never killed so many Death Eaters, let alone 260, maybe even 26."

Kyle found a chair and sat down, looking at Dumbledore, "The Death Eaters destroyed the school greenhouse and released those biting cabbages. What does it have to do with me? I can only say that they deserved it.

“Also, I only trapped those Death Eaters. I never intended to kill them. It was Voldemort who thought they were ineffective, so he deliberately deflected the direction of the spell, causing the Fiendfyre to get out of control. While killing his subordinates, he also wanted to use this incident to frame me. That treacherous dark wizard’s actions are truly disgusting.

"But I believe that the fair and just Minister Bones will be able to see through his conspiracy and clear my name."

Kyle spoke calmly, but when Dumbledore heard this, he was already a little stunned.

Especially Kyle's confident look. If it were someone who didn't know him, they would probably have believed it.

But Dumbledore obviously knew Kyle and saw everything that happened. He knew very well that none of these words were true.

Not to mention whether there are so many biting cabbages in the school greenhouse. Even if there are, it is impossible for them to bypass the castle and so many Death Eaters at the same time and run to the other side.

Besides, how could Tom leave more than a hundred Death Eater helpers unused and instead kill them to frame Kyle before the war was over?

Dumbledore felt that even if Tom cut his soul into pieces as fine as black pepper, he would not make such an outrageous decision.

But Kyle didn't care and continued to talk to himself:

"Even if he accused me in the process, so what? He is a notorious dark wizard who caused the death of countless wizards and their families. Who would believe him?"

“But that doesn’t mean everyone doesn’t believe it.”

Dumbledore finally couldn't help it, shook his head and said, "As long as there is a different voice, it will bring you a lot of trouble... Especially some people in the Daily Prophet like to exploit these things and report the unknown side of those famous wizards."

The Daily Prophet? Kyle was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help laughing.

"Well Professor, if you mean Rita Skeeter, then there is absolutely no need to worry."

"Hmm?" Dumbledore thought of his past experiences. "I'm afraid you don't understand how powerful that woman is... She always finds what she wants, and she doesn't care whether you are a hero or not."

"Of course... that's right." Kyle smiled and said, "I admit that Rita Skeeter is very capable, but professor, there is one thing you may not know, and many people don't know... In a sense, Rita Skeeter and I are actually in the same group."

"In the same group?" Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what this meant.

"Let me put it this way." Kyle thought for a moment, "I provided her with a lot of high-quality first-hand information. So far, we have a mutually beneficial cooperative relationship."

"Oh, by the way, she is also in Hogwarts and participated in the entire defense battle." Kyle suddenly thought of something and said, "If I'm not mistaken, she should be writing a report in some corner right now.

"With Voldemort on the run and the Death Eaters wiped out, I bet the next issue of the Daily Prophet will sell like hotcakes."

Dumbledore listened to Kyle's words and was a little unresponsive for a moment.

What's going on? Why is Rita Skeeter also in Hogwarts?

"That's it anyway..."

Kyle continued, "Although Rita Skeeter's character is not very good, I can guarantee that she will never betray me as a partner, nor will she report any news that is unfavorable to me." Kyle said firmly.

Dumbledore was skeptical, and at one point thought that he and Kyle were talking about two different people. Although he knew something about Kyle's cooperation with Rita Skeeter, he did not think that the witch who liked to pry into other people's secrets would let Kyle off the hook.

Betrayal was a common practice for her.

But he didn't say anything else.

Because at this time, Harry just staggered to his feet from the ground.

It was obvious that he had not yet completely gotten rid of the influence of the Dementors. He looked as pale as if he had just emerged from a black lake in winter, and he kept rubbing his arms.

"It's so cold...what's wrong with me..." Harry sat on the ground and looked to the side subconsciously.

"Ron, Hermione, you..."

"It's okay, they're fine." Kyle waved his wand, and the two unconscious people were immediately moved to a more spacious floor next to them by an invisible force.

Because it was quite cold in the early morning, Kyle was considerate enough to give them two sleeping bags.

"Why can't you wake them up?" Harry wondered.

"Because I don't want to explain to them why I knocked them out." Kyle said matter-of-factly: "How do you feel now? Can you still connect to Voldemort's mind?"

Harry then remembered what had just happened and shuddered again.

It wasn't a very nice feeling to be in close contact with a Dementor, especially when the Dementor almost gave him a kiss.

The feeling of his soul leaving his body still scares him even now when he thinks about it. If possible, he never wants to experience it again.

"Harry, are you listening?"

Kyle's voice brought Harry back to his senses and reminded him that he still had work to do.

"Oh... I'll try," said Harry.

He closed his eyes and tried to feel the pain of the scar.

He had done this before, and the scar on his forehead was like another eye. As long as he felt the burning pain from it, he could see Voldemort.

Only this time, Harry failed.

He saw nothing, and he didn't even feel any pain from the scar.

Before this, his scar had always been like a red-hot iron, constantly burning his forehead.

But now the scar had gone quiet, and Harry couldn't feel its presence unless he touched it.

"I, I don't know..." Harry said subconsciously: "I don't know where Voldemort is."

"That's right." Kyle nodded. He didn't find it strange, or rather, this was normal.

If Harry can still enter the Dementors' mind after Voldemort's soul fragments are sucked out, then Kyle will have to consider letting him take the Killing Curse.

Fortunately, this did not happen.

"I forgot to ask you just now, why are you here?" Kyle looked at Harry who was trying to wake up Ron and asked, "Have you finished the cleanup work at school?"

"Ah, no," said Harry. "We're here to find a Runespoor Snake, which is also Voldemort's Horcrux. Voldemort hid it here with the Malfoys."

"I found out that Voldemort didn't take it with him when he escaped, so I thought I'd try my luck here."

As he spoke, Harry couldn't help but look around.

He didn't see the Runespoor, and even the Malfoys were gone, probably having escaped before Headmaster Dumbledore arrived.

This discovery instantly made Harry feel extremely disappointed. He couldn't help but think that if he had not gone to the headmaster's office to read Snape's memory, but returned here directly, perhaps he could have sent the Malfoy family to Azkaban personally.

What a shame, Harry sighed.

"If the Horcrux you mean is a thirty-foot-long runespoor snake, it's over there." Kyle pointed to a corner on the left.

Harry turned his head and saw a burn mark on the wall.

"That's the runespoor you mentioned." Kyle explained, "If you look carefully, you should be able to find a small pile of them."

"It's dead?" Harry seemed very surprised. "But, except for us, no one should know it's here..."

"Then why do you think I'm here?" Kyle looked at him. "Next time, you and Ron should take some time to learn the Concealment Spell. Don't crowd into the Invisibility Cloak. It can't cover the two of you now."

"Yes, I was behind you when you first entered the secret passage," Kyle said. "When Voldemort went after you, I just had time to turn back and deal with the snake."

"What about Malfoy, have you seen Malfoy?" Harry asked anxiously.

"Um...no." Kyle shook his head.

"When I came back there was only the snake. I guess they ran away early."

"I see." Harry lowered his head again, looking unhappy.

"Don't worry." Kyle patted his shoulder and comforted him, "You will definitely see Draco Malfoy again."

"I don't want to see him," Harry muttered.

"Okay, it doesn't matter." Kyle said, "But we should go back now. Everyone else is busy, and it's a bit unreasonable for us to be lazy here."

"Okay, okay." Harry nodded and looked at Ron and Hermione on the ground, hesitating to speak.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Kyle took out his wand and tapped some stones nearby.

A few seconds later, the stone grew strong legs and arms, lifted the sleeping bag on the ground and entered the secret passage.

"Oh, wait for me." Harry hurriedly chased after him.

But Kyle, who suggested returning to the castle, remained standing there without moving.

"By the way, Professor." He looked at Dumbledore again, "Harry just reminded me, there is something I think I need to tell you."

"What's up."

"About Nurmengard," Kyle said, and recounted what he had heard here before.

"After Professor Snape's analysis, Voldemort seemed to believe that Grindelwald was still the master of the Elder Wand.

"Although the Elder Wand is broken now, we can't rule out the possibility that they will go to Nurmengard."

"What?"

Kyle didn't even see how Dumbledore stood up.

"You mean they went to Nurmengard?"

"It's just a possibility." Kyle shrugged, "Now that the Death Eaters are basically wiped out, Voldemort needs a more powerful force to take revenge, such as completely mastering the Elder Wand.

"Although the Elder Wand is broken, the core is still there, so it is not impossible to repair it."

"Oh no, I shouldn't have let Severus know about Nurmengard," Dumbledore blurted out.

"Hmm?" Kyle was a little curious, "Is this what you told Professor Snape?"

"For some reason, he knew that you had been to Nurmengard." Dumbledore turned and walked out the door.

"Do you need my help?" Kyle asked eagerly.

"If necessary..." Dumbledore said, "But I think it's better for you to stay here now. You must be exhausted."

"Indeed." Kyle nodded.

After fighting Voldemort for so long, his legs were a little weak even when he was standing.

But if he went to Nurmengard with Dumbledore, Kyle felt that he could still squeeze out some energy.

If all else fails, he still has potions.

"So leave this matter to me."

Unfortunately, Dumbledore had no intention of taking him with him and turned and left.

But when he reached the door, he stopped again, turned around and said, "I will be back after dawn, just like we said before..."

"No, Professor Dumbledore, I never said anything, that was just your wishful thinking." Kyle shook his head.

"But……"

"Don't worry, Professor." Kyle interrupted him, "Even if it's really like what you said...then I can just leave England."

Dumbledore looked at Kyle hesitantly, and his expression changed slightly.

"Professor, do you think I will become the second Dark Lord?" Kyle raised his eyebrows and asked half-jokingly.

"Of course not." Dumbledore shook his head. "You are different from Tom. You have friends and family. You will never become a Dark Lord like him."

"But it's not impossible, right?" Kyle continued, "For example, if the Ministry of Magic turns its wands against me and makes things difficult for me...

"You know very well, Professor, I can't be as tolerant and generous as you and ignore these difficulties... I can say very clearly that I will fight back."

"Let me think about it." Kyle stood up and walked around the room.

"My counterattack will naturally make the Ministry of Magic regard me as an enemy. Then, even if I don't want to, I will become the next Dark Lord in everyone's mouth."

Dumbledore was silent.

There was one thing Kyle didn't say, which was that if he really became the Dark Lord, no one in the British wizarding world would be able to stop him without Dumbledore.

And those who are capable, such as Newt, Nicolas Flamel and the like, all have close relationships with Kyle.

Moreover, even the Department of Mysteries was closely related to him. Diana was his mother, and Ariana... To be honest, Dumbledore couldn't even guarantee that if the time really came, Ariana would go to help Kyle.

"I think you're a little too worried, Professor, or do wizards always start to have wild thoughts when they get old?" Kyle looked at Dumbledore and blinked.

He did not wait for Dumbledore to answer, and continued: "The wizarding world is not limited to Britain. If I am not welcome here, I can go somewhere else.

"France is a good choice. Madam Maxime has wanted me to go to Beauxbatons for a long time... To be honest, the conditions she offered were very tempting, and I almost couldn't help but agree several times."

Dumbledore stared at Kyle in a daze, and finally said softly: "I'm sorry, Kyle."

"Professor, it's human nature. I understand." Kyle smiled and then sighed quietly, "And I don't mean to comfort you. I really want to go to France."

“Oh…why!”

It was visibly that Dumbledore became more panicked. He even withdrew his feet from outside and walked back into the house.

"Isn't Hogwarts good? If you want to open a new alchemy course, you can start preparing after you solve the trouble caused by Tom?"

"It has nothing to do with this." Kyle waved his hand.

Any British wizard would feel less at home here after trying authentic French food.

Although the cooking skills of the Hogwarts house-elves were not bad, there were only a few kinds of dishes. Kyle had been eating them from first grade to graduation, and he was a little tired of them.

A change of taste is also good.

Go to France for a few years first, and when you get tired of French food, go to a better place.

The more Kyle thought about it, the more he felt that this was feasible. Although it was not easy for a wizard to settle in another country, he had plenty of connections.

Not to mention Ms. Maxime of France, all Kyle had to do was say that he wanted to go to Beauxbatons, and he wouldn't have to worry about the rest.

There are also Newt and Nico. They know even more wizards, and they are wizards all over the world. They can solve this problem with just a few words.

Why would he care about the British Ministry of Magic then! Kyle quickened his pace and even started planning where to settle down after visiting different countries. He didn't want to stay in this crappy Hogwarts for even a minute.

Opposite him, looking at Kyle whose eyes were shining, Dumbledore pursed his lips and suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a wrong decision.

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(End of this chapter)