"You are worthy of being the savior who defeated the Dark Lord." Rita Skeeter put the camera back into the handbag. "Thank you for your generosity."

"What does generosity have to do with defeating Voldemort?" Kyle shrugged. "Besides, this is just a joke, but don't write it in the newspaper."

Rita Skeeter didn't finish listening to Kyle's words. In fact, when she heard the name, she shuddered subconsciously and took two steps back involuntarily until she hit the wall of the corridor.

"You really should learn to adapt." Kyle glanced at her, "It turns out that Voldemort is not that scary, and now there are no Death Eaters fighting for him, so you can use that name without any scruples.

"Perhaps you don't know yet, but many students have begun to call him Voldemort instead of that ridiculous... Person Whose Name Must Not Be Mentioned."

Kyle seemed to have thought of something and suddenly laughed, "Maybe after a while, Voldemort will regret casting the name magic that he was once proud of."

Although it was impossible for Kell to chase Voldemort and Snape to Nurmengard, it did not mean that he would do nothing.

Taking advantage of Voldemort's escape, he could just put into practice his conjecture about name magic a few years ago...that is, whether Voldemort could clearly hear every voice calling his name.

Kyle definitely couldn't complete this experiment alone. After all, he couldn't keep repeating Voldemort's name all the time. That would be too stupid.

But fortunately, he has a group of like-minded friends.

After hearing his plan, Fred and George couldn't wait to join the team.

Then they made full use of the Weasley brothers' influence among the students and their innate strong social talents, and quickly gathered a team of more than fifty people in a short period of time.

These people will then be divided into several teams to ensure that there are people who can constantly recite the word "Voldemort" at every time period throughout the day.

As for what to put after the name, Fred is writing it.

Kyle had taken a look at it before...it was quite dirty. The 'constipated man' that was previously pasted on the window was considered a civilized term in it.

Judging from the time, the first group of people should have started now.

Kyle thought to himself.

Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up across from her. Her intuition developed over many years of professional career told her that what Kyle was thinking about must be big news that would shock the wizarding world.

But she soon realized that this might be related to the person whose name must not be mentioned.

Well, she didn't really want to know the news, and for a long time recently, the front page of the Daily Prophet would be devoted to this war.

No matter how explosive other news is, it can only be placed in the corner of the newspaper.

She was Rita Skeeter, and her articles could only be published on the front page. Any need to turn the page was an insult to her professional ability.

Yes, that's it.

Rita Skeeter muttered to herself, trying to convince herself that she was not afraid of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

"I think you can give it a try." Kyle suddenly said, with a hint of encouragement, "Try to curse Voldemort loudly. Believe me, this is definitely a new experience. You won't be able to stop."

"Next time, next time..." Rita Skeeter said vaguely, and changed the subject: "What do you mean by the nickname in the newspaper you just mentioned?"

"That's the nickname savior," Kyle said. "You didn't call me that in the newspaper."

“Not in this issue,” said Rita Skeeter.

"This issue...what does it mean?"

"Articles require a step-by-step approach." When talking about her area of ​​expertise, Rita Skeeter's expression became much more serious.

"The final battle between the evil Dark Lord and the righteous people at Hogwarts... This kind of event, which is enough to shock the entire wizarding world, certainly cannot be reported in one issue of the newspaper.

"As the most important first issue of the newspaper, we must first tell everyone what happened...so the above content is what I saw, without any modification, it is the complete truth."

Kyle just felt incredible. He never thought that one day he would hear such words from Rita Skeeter... without embellishment.

"Hey, what's that expression on your face?" Rita Skeeter said unhappily, "Although this is not my area of ​​expertise, it doesn't mean I can't do it. I didn't get into the Daily Prophet by relying on gossip."

"Okay." Kyle smacked his lips. "You're right."

"That's how it is." Rita Skeeter continued, "Content like the nicknames you just mentioned will appear in the newspapers later, specifically in the character articles that analyze the details of the war."

"Don't worry, as my partner, you are definitely the most important one."

Rita Skeeter said confidently, "I have already conceived the article, and I guarantee that you will successfully replace Harry Potter, the former savior, and become the most sought-after figure in the wizarding world."

"Fortunately not. That's what I wanted to say..." Kyle rubbed his forehead. "It's okay for you to report on me, but please don't give me any nicknames in the article, especially the so-called savior."

"Why?" Rita Skeeter didn't understand.

"This is a rare opportunity that will make your name known throughout the entire wizarding world. If someone else defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, even if they just cast a spell from a distance, they would be eager to take all the titles for themselves."

"Also, this kind of reputation plays a big role, especially after you replaced the Savior. It is almost like having one foot in the office of the Minister of Magic."

"But I don't want to go to the Minister of Magic's office. There's really nothing special there." Kyle stopped in front of a huge fruit painting and skillfully reached out to scratch the big pear on it.

The pear squeaked with laughter and turned into a doorknob as Rita Skeeter looked on in amazement.

Kyle opened the door and walked into the Hogwarts kitchen at the back. Many house-elves were busy, but when they saw Kyle, they all rushed over.

"It's an honor to see you again, respected Mr. Kyle." An elf with a white beard said respectfully.

"Why do I feel like you've become more polite?" As a Hufflepuff, he would come to the kitchen almost every once in a while and was naturally familiar with the house-elves here.

The Kyle in front of me looks very familiar. He is the...head chef here?

Kyle didn't know if these house-elves had a position like a leader, but this was probably what it meant. It was the oldest and its words were still very effective.

"You drove away that evil wizard and saved Hogwarts." The elf's voice trembled, "... and saved our jobs."

Kyle's eyes were wandering. Saving work didn't sound like something to be praised.

But he also knew that there weren't so many twists and turns in the world of house-elves. When they said thank you, they really meant it.

"You guys helped, didn't you?" Kyle said, "But now I'm a little hungry. Can you help me get one... two lunches?"

"Of course, sir, it would be our pleasure." The house-elf screamed and ran away.

"Is this... the kitchen of Hogwarts?" Rita Skeeter looked around curiously.

"As you can see," Kyle said. "Don't you know? I thought you had figured out all these secrets when you were in school."

"The Hogwarts kitchen is not a secret. Even if I hadn't joined the Daily Prophet at that time, I didn't want to waste my time on such things.

"No one cares what the Hogwarts kitchen looks like... they'd rather know whether the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is a killer, a smuggler, or a member of the Mind Magical Harm Department from St. Mungo's."

"Mental magic damage..." Kyle looked at her in surprise, "Was your Defense Against the Dark Arts class so exciting back then?"

"Isn't this always the case?" Rita Skeeter said matter-of-factly.

Kyle had no way of refutation.

"But do you really want to miss this opportunity to be a savior?" Rita Skeeter wanted to persuade her again.

The main reason is that the topic of true and false saviors is too attractive, and it would be a pity to give up on it like this.

And the content of her subsequent reports will basically revolve around the new savior.

Kyle suddenly quit her job, and she had to come up with a new article... This was not an easy task for someone who was used to using a shorthand quill.

"I'm sure," Kyle said. "If you want to write it, just write my name without adding those messy nicknames."

"Why?!" Rita Skeeter still couldn't understand why someone could give up such a great honor without batting an eyelid.

“As I said earlier, I have no intention of moving to the minister’s office, nor do I have any intention of overthrowing Amelia Bones.

"So this so-called savior honor is of no use to me at all, and... never mind, that's all."

I don’t know if it’s a habit, but when Kyle mentioned the savior, he couldn’t help but think of Harry.

This also makes the nickname "Savior" seem a bit... silly? I feel that if I go out with this title, it may suppress my IQ, which is a bit dangerous.

Rita Skeeter wanted to say something else.

Fortunately, at this time, the house-elf who had just left came back at a faster speed and placed plates of fried pork chops, pies, and roasted beef legs on the small stone table in front of Kyle.

If there was not enough space on the stone table, they would pile them on top of other plates... Kyle then realized that he had only ordered a lunch, but what he had in front of him was enough for a whole college to hold a banquet.

"Enough, that's enough." Kyle quickly stopped the elf who was still moving things.

"Ah? Is this enough?"

"That's not a little bit," Kyle muttered.

Because the house elves were a little too enthusiastic, Kyle and Rita Skeeter quickly finished their lunch and left the kitchen.

"What are you going to do next?" Kyle asked Rita Skeeter in the corridor.

"What else can I do?" Rita Skeeter said unhappily. "Of course I'll revise the article I need for tomorrow."

“Remember to highlight other people more,” Kyle said. “It’s best to make it as real as today.”

Rita Skeeter's eyes twitched. Such high demands really put her in a difficult position.

Not revising it a bit and adding some personal touches to the article before publishing it... This will only happen once, and if it happens too often it will affect her personal style.

“Forget it, just don’t be too exaggerated.” Seeing her conflicted look, Kyle didn’t insist any further. It wasn’t a big deal anyway.

"By the way, do you have any news from the Ministry of Magic?"

"No." Rita Skeeter shook her head.

Her eyes and attention have always been on Hogwarts, so she naturally has no idea about the situation at the Ministry of Magic.

"What do you want to know? Maybe I can help you. I can find out anything." Rita Skeeter said confidently, "And it's all free. Just consider it as a thank you for giving me the camera."

"Ah, never mind. There's no need to bother," Kyle said, rejecting her suggestion outright.

"I'm just asking as I'm going to the Ministry of Magic later."

"You're going to the Ministry?"

"Yes, a letter from the Minister."

"Then you better be careful," said Rita Skeeter.

"What does this mean?" Kyle pointed at the dense crowd around him. "I am now considered a half-hero. The Ministry of Magic can't possibly lock me up as a Death Eater."

"That's impossible, unless Bones wants to step down," Rita Skeeter said. "I mean, they should want to use you."

"Use me?"

"To be precise, it is to use your reputation to speak for the Ministry of Magic, which will make people subconsciously think that you are on their side. This is also the best way to restore the credibility of the Ministry of Magic after the war..."

Rita Skeeter said: "And this is not the first time the Ministry of Magic has done this. For example, Cornelius Fudge likes to use Dumbledore's name to achieve his own goals."

"Yeah, I know," Kyle nodded, thinking of how Cornelius Fudge had come to Hogwarts late at night when he was still in office, and more than once.

But this time the situation is different.

"It doesn't matter even if it's really like what you said..."

"It would be a good thing to let the Ministry of Magic restore its credibility and due capabilities as soon as possible. I am happy to help with this."

"Then I have nothing to say." Rita Skeeter stared at Kyle, confused for a moment.

She could see that Kyle had a completely different personality from Dumbledore, and he wasn't the kind of person who didn't care about his reputation.

But even so, he did not hesitate to give up the opportunity to become famous in the wizarding world, and even did not reject using his fame to help the Ministry of Magic.

I can’t figure it out. I really can’t figure it out.

Rita Skeeter sighed and said nothing more, nor did she intend to pursue the matter further.

Although what Kyle is doing now completely fits the characteristics of her chosen targets... famous, popular, and behaving strangely.

But she never thought of investigating Kyle.

It wasn't because of their fragile partnership, but because she thought she had seen the real Kyle.

As the only person recording the war, Rita Skeeter had been observing the situation on the battlefield, especially Kyle.

So she saw with her own eyes the scene of Kyle releasing hundreds of biting cabbages, and also saw Kyle controlling the Fiendfyre Curse to surround hundreds of Death Eaters and kill them with Voldemort's hands.

Rita Skeeter saw all of this, but she didn't say anything, didn't write it in the newspaper, and even helped to conceal some of it.

Because at some point, she had already put Kyle and Voldemort in the same position, as the kind of people who absolutely should not be provoked.

Only picking on the weak... This is also the principle that has allowed Rita Skeeter to survive to this day.

After all, which good guy can use the Fierce Fire Curse so skillfully?

Fiendfyre is known for being violent, disorderly and uncontrollable, but Kyle can mold it into various shapes like clay.

She even suspected that Kyle's method of controlling Fiendfyre was more advanced than Voldemort's.

In addition to Fiendfyre, the fire dragon flying in the sky also seems to be related to Kyle.

Fortunately, the two of them are in a partnership for now, and Rita Skeeter doesn't mind helping Kyle a little within her ability to deepen their friendship.

"Oh, by the way." Kyle suddenly said, "When the next issue of the newspaper is published, can you give me an advertisement? It doesn't need to be in a very good spot, a corner will do."

"Advertising?" Rita Skeeter hesitated for only a second before agreeing, "No problem, but you have to give me a photo of the promotional item in advance."

"This...may not be finished yet." Kyle thought of Fred who was still struggling to write a sentence. The parchment in front of him was quite large. He might not be able to finish it until the evening."

"Wait a little longer. I'll send you the flyer later and you can publish it according to the content on it."

"Okay, no problem," Rita Skeeter said, not realizing anything was wrong.

It's just an advertisement, what's the big deal? It can't be to provoke the Dark Lord.

The two returned to the auditorium on the first floor again.

Kyle looked around the auditorium carefully but found no trace of Kanna.

I guess he's still in Professor McGonagall's office.

On the other hand, Fred and George were sitting there with serious expressions, flipping through books and looking up information. From a distance, they looked like good students who were studying hard.

“Tsk.”

Kyle curled his lips, turned and left the hall and headed towards the Ministry of Magic.

Just as Rita Skeeter said, Amelia Bones did want him to help save the Ministry of Magic, whose reputation had plummeted.

There was no way out. Almost half of the staff were controlled and replaced by Death Eaters, but the Minister of Magic was completely unaware of it... Someone told this story, which directly made a large number of wizards furious, and the joy even exceeded that of defeating Voldemort.

When Amelia Bones returned to the Ministry of Magic, she did not receive flowers and applause, but rather shouting letters from all directions.

It is no exaggeration to say that this oversight was enough to drive Amelia out of office a dozen times. It was only because she remedied the situation in time and helped win the war that she was not kicked out on the spot.

The only thing she could do now was to pin her hopes on Kyle, to see if she could restore her plummeting support rate... No, it should be said that she could restore the Ministry of Magic's credibility in people's hearts.

Kyle was also very cooperative. Except for some issues on principle, he basically did not refuse anything else and readily accepted the interview arranged by Bones at the Ministry of Magic.

The other party was also from the Daily Prophet, but it was not Rita Skeeter, but a wizard who had never been seen before.

Not only have I never met him before, but he's not famous either. I don't think the content of this conversation will appear on the front page.

…

A few hours later, Kyle left the room.

Amelia Bones was already waiting outside.

To be honest, Kyle has never seen Amelia be so enthusiastic towards him since she became the minister. This can be considered as caring for him.

"Like we said before, Minister Bones." Kyle naturally knew what she wanted to ask. He glanced at the man from the Daily Prophet behind him and said:

"I think this time the Death Eaters replaced the staff, which was a carefully planned by Voldemort. They used a sophisticated Imperius Curse to control the director, and then gradually influenced the people in lower positions.

"We were busy dealing with the main force of the Death Eaters and Voldemort at the time, so it was inevitable that we neglected other aspects."

"Ah, yes, that's right." Bones nodded immediately in agreement, "We really shouldn't always focus on Voldemort and ignore other aspects.

"Fortunately, we finally stopped Voldemort's plan to attack Hogwarts in time, otherwise I really don't know how to face everyone."

While she was speaking, there was a rustling sound behind her; it was the sound of an automatic feather pen writing.

…

(End of this chapter)