"Oh, Kyle..."

Mrs. Weasley ran over and hugged him tightly, sobbing, "Dear, we were just trying to find you...but there were too many people in the hall."

"It's all right, Mrs. Weasley," Kyle said. "How are you guys doing?"

"We're fine, it's just..." Mrs. Weasley looked at Bill subconsciously and let out a trembling sob.

"It's nothing, just a little injury." Bill came over and said, "Mom just likes to make a fuss."

Kyle noticed that his right ear was gone... not an external injury like Fred's, but the entire ear had shrunk to the size of a grain of rice and looked like it had disappeared.

"Is this dark magic?"

"Yes, a dangerous curse magic." Bill nodded. "Luckily, the potion that Fleur and Connor brought from France contains the antidote for the broad-spectrum curse. Otherwise, I might have lost more than just one ear."

"By the way..." Bill glanced at the back corridor and asked, "Where's Connor? Did you find her?"

"Found it." Kyle said, "She's fine, she was just attacked by Snape. She may need to sleep for a few more hours before she wakes up. Or I will go find Professor Slughorn and ask him if he has an antidote to the water of life and death."

"Phew, that's good." With Bill's smart mind, he quickly guessed what had happened.

Maybe Snape didn't want Connor to get involved in his affairs, but he didn't want to hurt her, so he simply fed her the water of life and death.

"In fact, I think it's better for you not to go to Professor Slughorn to find the antidote." Bill sighed and said, "It is undoubtedly a torture for Connor to have her only relative suddenly become the enemy of all her friends."

Bill tried to put himself in their shoes... imagine if Mrs. Weasley or Fleur suddenly pointed their wands at them in the middle of a fight...

No, Bill shook his head violently.

He couldn't think, the image just flashed through his mind for a moment, and he was almost going crazy.

"Especially that guy Snape. He saved Voldemort who was about to be destroyed at the last moment. The damn traitor!" Charlie added from the side, his face flushed.

He didn't want to say this to Snape in front of Kyle, but he couldn't help it.

If you ask who he hates the most right now, Snape would definitely be in the top two, even surpassing the Death Eater who left a scar on his chest, and second only to Voldemort himself.

And there are definitely many people who share the same idea as him. There is not a single person in Hogwarts who doesn't want to kill Snape.

So at this time, it would be better for Connor to continue sleeping, so that she wouldn't have to face the overwhelming hatred towards Snape.

"Don't worry, I know what to do." Kyle smiled and didn't continue the topic.

"Want to go get something to eat? I just saw the house-elves seem to have gone back to the kitchen."

During the battle last night, the house-elves also participated in the defense of Hogwarts without hesitation. As soon as the war was over, they returned to the kitchen on time to prepare breakfast.

Neither the pain left by the war nor the joy brought by the victory can affect the house-elves' enthusiasm for their work.

It seems that in their minds, work is above everything else, and now their work is to prepare breakfast.

But it’s better this way. After fighting all night, most people are already starving. If they can have a hearty breakfast at this time, it will undoubtedly be a very happy thing.

This can be well reflected in Fred and George.

They almost ran all the way down the stairs. If Mrs. Weasley hadn't been there, Kyle felt that they could have jumped directly from the second floor.

Even Bill and Fleur stopped arguing.

By the time they arrived at the auditorium, the professors had already restored it to its original state.

Those who died in the war were arranged at the front, where the teachers' seats were originally, facing the four long tables below.

It's just a table, regardless of house...at least not today.

Students, professors, and graduates who came to help all sat together.

The house-elves had provided steaming toast with butter, but not many people ate it.

Perhaps it was because they had no appetite. For most wizards who were experiencing war for the first time, even though their stomachs were so empty that they were about to shrink into a ball, they could not eat anything.

It was not until he could no longer bear it that he reluctantly ate a few bites of bread under Madam Pomfrey's tough attitude and swallowed them mixed with the vitality tonic.

Of course, there are exceptions.

Like Fred and George.

This was also their first experience of war, but they were not affected at all at this time. They sat there and ate toast, freshly baked sandwiches and boiled potatoes.

When they saw Kyle, they waved enthusiastically.

"Come and have breakfast..."

"You're welcome……"

"That's not enough, there's still..."

Seeing their enthusiasm, for a moment Kyle thought he was in the Burrow instead of Hogwarts Castle.

In comparison, Cedric was much more normal. He just sat there motionless, stuffing potatoes into his mouth blankly and mechanically, as if his soul had been sucked out.

Kyle walked over and sat down between them.

This scene reminded him of a few years ago, when they had not yet graduated and had breakfast together like this.

They were placed in different houses. Sometimes Fred and George would come to Hufflepuff, and sometimes Kyle and Cedric would go to Gryffindor.

Kyle took a big bite of his sandwich and offered one to Cedric.

"Leave that potato alone. You've almost worn it flat."

"Oh, Kyle?" Cedric was startled, and looked up to find that he was surrounded. "And Fred, George... When did you come here?"

"Before breakfast." Fred stuffed his mouth with mashed potatoes and said indistinctly, "If you could raise your head at that time..."

"You wouldn't ask such a stupid question." George helped to say the rest of his words.

"Sorry, I..." Cedric opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"No need to explain, let's eat first." Kyle took another bite of the sandwich and looked at the breakfast on the table. He subconsciously thought of the question he had thought about in the Screaming Cold Drink Shop.

Sandwiches, boiled potatoes, toast... He remembered that these were the breakfasts he had when he first came to Hogwarts seven years ago.

It’s still the same now...even the taste of the sandwiches hasn’t changed significantly, they’re still fried eggs and bacon.

Oh no, the house-elf seemed a little hasty today. The fried eggs and bacon were a little old and had a more burnt smell than usual.

When Kyle thought about the fact that he still had this kind of breakfast after becoming a professor, he felt that he had thanked Neville too early.

It seems like it would be a good idea to change the previous passive option to active.

"What's the plan next?" George asked naturally, just like when they were still in school.

“There’s no plan,” Kyle said.

"I just want to find a place to have a good rest." Cedric rubbed his pale face.

The battle was over, and fatigue suppressed his happy mood. He only felt that his arms were getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't even hold the sandwich in his hand steadily.

After fighting for a whole night, it is not easy to be able to sit here.

George was just asking casually. Although he is in good spirits now, he has also reached his limit.

Otherwise, given Fred and George's personalities, they would have to place a few boxes of eye candy in Hogwarts to celebrate this hard-earned victory.

"Oh, Ron, dear."

At this moment, Mrs. Weasley suddenly screamed, rushed towards the door of the auditorium, and hugged Ron who walked in.

"I've been worried about you, thank God you're okay."

Ron was a little embarrassed at first, but the feeling was good. However, when he reached out to hug Mrs. Weasley, he felt his whole body lighten.

Mrs. Weasley threw him out and hugged Harry behind her instead.

"And you Harry, dear… I'm so glad you're alive."

Ron shrugged and put his hand back.

Well, he should have thought of that earlier. After all, at least Mrs. Weasley hugged him first.

Mrs. Weasley had been worried when she didn't see them before, but now she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Harry's arrival made the hall noisy again.

Kyle and Harry, one defeated the current Voldemort, and the other killed the former Voldemort. The two saviors are here.

This undoubtedly gives everyone more hope.

"Even if the mysterious man comes back later, we are not afraid!" someone said involuntarily.

But these words instantly cooled the heated atmosphere in the auditorium, and even made it a little deserted...

Voldemort was only driven away, not killed. He could come back at any time or appear anywhere.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the auditorium changed.

Those who were shouting Voldemort's name suddenly shut up and switched back to calling him 'the mysterious man'.

At the same time, the probability of another name appearing still increases.

"Damn Snape..."

"If it weren't for that traitor, we would have been able to kill the mysterious man this time..."

"Shameful betrayer..."

Like Charlie, most people hated Snape, the man who saved Voldemort's life.

Apart from Harry, he should be the one who hates Snape the most, but that's only if he hasn't seen that memory.

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Now Harry knew what Snape had done, and knew that everything he did was not to help Voldemort, but to help them.

To be precise, I am helping him.

If Voldemort had been killed at that time, he would have become the only Horcrux, and no one knew what would have happened then.

Every time he thought of this, Harry felt extremely complicated.

It was difficult for him to continue hating Snape, but he had no way to convince the angry crowd, and when he wanted to say something, Hermione next to him would hold his shoulders and shake her head gently.

"No, it's useless at this time no matter what you say, people won't believe it."

Not far away, Kyle noticed Harry's conflicted expression and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He suddenly remembered that he had met Harry in the corridor when he had just driven away Voldemort, and that he had said a lot of inexplicable things to Neville at that time.

Moreover, Harry should have known that he was Voldemort's Horcrux, so when he heard Dumbledore's words in the Shrieking Shack, although he seemed confused, he was not surprised.

Besides Dumbledore, it seemed that Snape was the only one who knew that he was a Horcrux.

Could it be that Snape gave Harry his own memories...

Kyle was stunned for a moment, but how could this be possible? How could Snape give Harry his memories while he was still alive?

But.

Kyle looked at Harry again. At this time, he did not curse Snape with others, not even Ron, who had the worst temper.

This is so abnormal.

Kyle's eyes lit up and he stood up suddenly.

He found that if he wanted to help Connor, he didn't need to find Snape. There was a simpler way.

"Where are you going?" Fred beside him asked puzzledly.

"Go to the principal's office," Kyle said.

"Then go ahead." Fred immediately lost interest. He thought Kyle had some big plan.

Kyle ignored him and quickly walked out of the auditorium and went all the way to the eighth floor of the castle.

It was impossible for Harry to carry his memories with him. If his guess was true, then Snape's memories must still be in the headmaster's office.

Kyle found the gargoyle with ease.

After a whole night of war, this thing is still intact and has not even moved. It is lucky enough.

"I don't know the password," Kyle said, "but I have something important to do."

He was just trying it. If it didn't work, he would have to grit his teeth and let Fox take him in.

Hopefully this method won't be necessary.

"Go ahead, no need for a password today." The stone beast seemed to have guessed Kyle's thoughts, and took the initiative to jump to the side and open the passage behind it.

"Thanks."

Kyle took a step forward, climbed the spiral stone staircase to the top, then reached out and pushed open the oak door leading to the principal's office.

“Squeak…”

It was like suddenly walking into a very noisy bar. The moment you opened the door, all kinds of deafening noise hit you in the face.

The principals on the wall celebrated the victory with cheers coming one after another.

Kyle saw a bearded wizard beating a drum... Next to him stood a rarely seen medieval wizard, probably the headmaster, waving his wig to add to the fun.

Daisy Devonte had completely lost her usual dignity and was crying and laughing.

As for Armando Dippet and Phineas, there is no need to mention them. They hugged each other like two good friends, rushed between the photo frames, singing and dancing.

"Principals..." Kyle cleared his throat and said loudly, "Voldemort was only driven away. He will come back sooner or later. It's a bit too early to celebrate now."

The atmosphere in the principal's office suddenly turned cold, and everyone looked at Kyle, the atmosphere terminator.

"I really hope someone can make a magic wand that can be used for portraits as soon as possible." Armando Dippet muttered softly, "Then I can block your mouth before you open it."

"I'm really sorry." Kyle smiled, "But I'm telling the truth. If you want to celebrate, you still have to find and kill Voldemort as soon as possible."

As he spoke, he looked at the picture frame behind the seat intentionally or unintentionally.

It was a portrait of Dumbledore. He turned his gaze elsewhere, as if he hadn't seen Kyle. After a moment, he left the portrait and disappeared somewhere unknown.

All right.

Kyle shrugged, knowing that he probably wouldn't be able to get any clues from his portrait.

In that case, let it go.

He walked towards the table.

He saw it when he entered the room just now. The quaint and old meditation basin was placed on the table. It had obviously just been taken out and used.

Kyle walked over.

Sure enough, the meditation basin was filled with strands of memories that emitted blue light. When someone approached, these memories would spin rapidly, forming a vortex in the meditation basin.

Kyle's hand, which was about to take the bottle, paused slightly, and there was some intention in his eyes as he looked towards the Pensieve.

Snape's memory, it should be okay to just take a look at it.

Just consider it as confirmation of authenticity.

Kyle quickly convinced himself and put his head into the Pensieve.

He fell headfirst into the sunlight, and before his feet could touch the warm ground, he was turned upside down, and the whole world seemed to be turned upside down.

"Bang!"

The next second, Kyle took a few steps back, forced himself out of the Pensieve, and returned to the headmaster's office of Hogwarts.

There's no need to be sure, this is Snape's memory, probably because Harry didn't finish reading it before, and it's the worst part.

Fortunately, I reacted quickly, Kyle thought to himself.

When he found something wrong, he immediately covered the magic runes around the meditation basin and forced himself out of the memory.

Otherwise, he would probably have to go through a life of inversion, or perhaps something worse.

Because when his vision turned, he saw several familiar faces, one of which was Sirius's face.

At that time he was much younger than he is now, full of vigor and unruly.

If Kyle remembered correctly, Snape and the Marauders had a complete falling out because they hung Snape upside down with a fuchsia bell and stripped his pants.

The quartet of marauders, the inverted bell curse...two of the three conditions have been met, and Kyle doesn't want to verify the third one.

Even if it's just a memory.

Kyle looked at the Pensieve again and couldn't help but curl his lips. It must be said that Sirius really deserved a beating when he was in school. It was only because Snape had a good temper that he stayed with them until graduation.

If it were him...he would probably kill to silence the witness.

Kyle narrowed his eyes, took out his wand, picked up the memories in the Pensieve and put them into a glass bottle.

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(End of this chapter)