She subconsciously looked at Kyle who had not left yet, "Have you told the principals yet?"

"Yes, Professor McGonagall." Kyle nodded, "The headmasters are happy to help, and they have already set out to find someone."

"That's good." Professor McGonagall did not doubt it. After all, Kyle had said he would help when he asked her for the password.

"I hope that's all right..." Professor McGonagall sighed and looked at the largest picture frame behind her desk. "Did Albus leave too?"

But after asking the question, she couldn't help shaking her head, feeling that she had asked a very stupid question.

That's for sure. After all, Dumbledore is the headmaster with the most friends, and his help is definitely needed in this matter.

Professor McGonagall waved her hand. "Here comes The Secrets of the Advanced Dark Arts."

There was no movement, and the principal's office was awkwardly quiet.

"It can be seen that Professor Dumbledore really values ​​this book... Not only did he take it away from the library, he also used the Anti-Spell..."

Kyle looked away from Professor McGonagall, pretending not to notice her increasingly forceful hands.

However, in the safest Hogwarts headmaster's office, using a counter-spell to protect a book whose Horcrux contents had been torn out... Dumbledore was a little too nervous.

Of course, it is also possible that he cast the counter-spell on the way back.

Kyle walked to the bookshelf behind the desk and searched carefully from top to bottom.

Although Dumbledore had a large collection of books, he couldn't possibly keep them all in the headmaster's office. Kyle searched for a while before pulling out a thick, faded book from the far left of the bookshelf.

"Advanced Black Magic Revealed"

The hard cover was covered with a thin layer of dust, but the name was unusually conspicuous.

"Sure enough, it's here. It seems that sometimes primitive methods are more effective than magic."

Kyle put the book on the table.

Professor McGonagall immediately opened it and started reading, her expression becoming more and more serious.

Just like Kyle said, the parts of the book about Horcruxes had been torn out, but even without the Horcruxes, the contents inside still made her shudder.

This is simply a guide for the advancement of dark wizards, and the three unforgivable curses only take up half a page at most.

Let's put it this way, even just taking a look is enough to get you thrown in Azkaban for two months.

I don’t know which principal would put such things in the school library. Even in the restricted book area, it is a bit outrageous.

Professor McGonagall closed the book "Advanced Dark Magic Revealed" with force and glanced at Kyle subconsciously.

"I haven't seen it." Kyle didn't even hesitate and blurted out: "All I know is what Professor Dumbledore told me."

Of course he knew the contents of "Advanced Dark Arts Revealed", and he even read the complete version he found at Sirius's house.

But it was because he knew the content that Kyle was able to guess Professor McGonagall's thoughts and promptly put the blame on Dumbledore.

Sure enough, after hearing that Kyle had not read the book, Professor McGonagall's expression improved a little.

Kyle didn't stay long. After finding the book, he left the principal's office on his own initiative.

After the oak door was closed, Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, put the book "Advanced Dark Magic Revealed" into a locked cabinet, and waved her wand.

A golden pattern resembling tree branches surrounds the keyhole, forming a unique circular pattern.

On the other side, when Kyle walked out of the principal's office, it was already dark outside.

After having a simple dinner in the auditorium, he went straight back to his cabin.

"Kyle, you're finally back."

As he entered the door, he heard Hagrid's loud voice coming from the direction of the garden.

Then the door opened and Hagrid limped out from the garden.

"Come and see if Cabeta has grown a lot. A few days ago, it was only 15 feet tall, but now it's taller than two of me."

"Is there anything to be surprised about?" Kyle said, "Cabeta has a strong belly. It would be strange if he didn't grow up one day."

Cabeta is the name Hagrid gave to Ironbelly. Kyle originally wanted to call it Rhaenyra, but in the previous war, Hagrid almost lost himself in order to save it from the Death Eaters.

Kyle then asked Hagrid to give it this new name.

Thinking of this, Kyle subconsciously turned his gaze to Hagrid's leg, which was wrapped in a tattered bandage that was burnt in some places.

It was still hanging there, simply because it had melted and stuck to Hagrid's leg.

"I advise you not to worry about whether the fire dragon has grown up or not. The most urgent thing is to find a new bandage."

He pointed at Hagrid's leg. "Do you think Madam Pomfrey would hang you from the tower with bandages if she saw this?"

Hagrid lowered his head, a look of horror appearing on his rough face.

When Hagrid thought of the school hospital nurse's angry look and the methods she used to remove the dark magic, his legs felt weak and cold sweat ran down his back.

Anyway, this was the first time he saw what his leg bones looked like, and also the first time he knew that the taste of raw bone spirit was so bad.

"Help me, Kyle, is there any way?" Hagrid asked with a hint of pleading in his voice.

"Let me try." Kyle took out his wand.

"Restored to its original state!"

The torn bandages were quickly put together, but the burned areas remained unchanged.

This was also expected. After all, the repair spell was not omnipotent, not to mention that this was caused by dragon flame.

"How about a Transfiguration Charm?" said Hagrid. "As long as it can fool Poppy."

"If you really want to be hung on the tower, I don't mind helping you." Kyle glanced at him and put down his wand. "Forget it, you should take the initiative to find Madam Pomfrey. Don't forget that your leg injury has not fully recovered yet."

If it weren't for saving the dragon, those Death Eaters would never have found an opportunity to attack Hagrid at the same time.

So Kyle really couldn't bear to see him swaying in the wind on the castle tower.

"Well... okay." Hagrid sighed and walked out of the room with heavy steps.

…

The next day was the weekend.

But unlike last weekend, the students didn't seem particularly happy this time.

Maybe this is also related to the upcoming exam week. No one will feel relaxed when facing the annual exams, OWL and NEWT.

Even Hermione, who had excellent grades, would carry a heavy bag of books wherever she went. Even when she was eating, her hands and eyes never stopped working.

When Kyle first saw her, he thought he had walked into the wrong library.

Others have bread, fried eggs and baked potatoes in front of them for breakfast.

Hers are "Advanced Transfiguration", "Theory and Practice of Spells", "A Thousand Herbs and Ferns", "Advanced Potion Making", "In-depth and Detailed Explanation of Ancient Runes"...

Kyle looked at the book fortress on the table and muttered to himself, but he also knew very well that Hermione would definitely not do such a face-saving project.

After breakfast, Kyle did not leave the castle as usual, but went down the stairs to the underground classroom.

He still remembered that when Snape left the interrogation room yesterday, he asked him to find him.

Kyle didn't care whether Snape lied at the hearing, but since he said so, he had to go. At most, he would just say a few words and leave.

Kyle came to the corridor of the underground classroom. It was still as dark as before, with no sunlight from outside coming in at all.

But Kyle was very familiar with this place. After all, he had taken all his Potions classes here from the beginning of school to graduation, so of course he was familiar with it.

But since Christmas this year, Slughorn decided to move the Potions classroom to another place.

Kyle came to the door of the original Potions classroom. Because no one had been there for a long time, there were several spider webs on the door.

If Ron saw this, he might be even more afraid to attend Potions class.

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Kyle didn't stop and continued walking forward.

Next to the Potions classroom is Snape's original office, and further ahead is his potion storage room.

Kyle stopped in front of the storeroom and knocked on the door.

With a creak, the door opened.

"I thought you would meet me in the office." Snape stood behind a desk and looked up at Kyle.

He didn't look very well and had dark circles under his eyes. He probably didn't sleep last night.

"You're not a professor anymore, so you don't have an office." Kyle said, walking across from him.

"Oh, you're right, I'm indeed not a professor anymore." Snape said sinisterly.

At the same time, a gust of wind blew by.

"Bang!"

The door to the storage room was slammed shut with a loud noise.

Kyle's face showed no emotion.

As a wizard living in a castle full of ghosts, if he was afraid of such a trick, he might as well throw the NEWT certificate into the fireplace.

"Don't be angry, Professor," Kyle said, "I actually fell asleep during the hearing and had no idea what you said."

"Don't tell anyone that Potter is a Horcrux." Snape seemed not to hear Kyle's words, and said to himself: "Keep this secret in your heart forever, and don't reveal a word."

"Oh..." Kyle nodded with a long tone, the corners of his mouth raised and lowered, "Don't worry, I understand... Her children have always been the savior, and have nothing to do with Voldemort."

Snap...

Something was crushed. Looking at Kyle's mocking expression, veins on Snape's forehead throbbed and the feather pen in his hand was also broken by him.

But soon, Snape controlled his emotions and said in a deep voice: "You know shit!"

"Why, aren't you worried that someone might use this against Harry?" Kyle said.

He had been wanting to do this ever since that memory was released, just like when he showed Snape the Potions textbook signed by the Half-Blood Prince.

"That has nothing to do with me." Snape sneered, "Potter, that arrogant, stupid idiot, is not a savior. I wish everyone could see his true face."

"Really? He's Lily's son..."

"Shut up!" Snape yelled, interrupting Kyle.

"Click..." There seemed to be a sound in the corner, but it was covered by Snape's roar and he did not notice it.

And if you look closely, you will find that Snape's originally pale face has a hint of redness. It is not known whether it is because of anger or for some other reason.

"Remember!" He drew out his wand, "Never, ever, mention this name in front of me!"

"Okay, no problem!" Kyle raised his hands and nodded quickly.

"Is there anything else? If not, I..."

"Hide the fact that Potter is a Horcrux!" Snape repeated again, "Also, don't tell anyone that all of the Dark Lord's Horcruxes have been destroyed."

"Why..." Kyle put away the smile on his face and frowned.

"Isn't it a good thing to tell everyone that Voldemort has been completely destroyed? It saves everyone from living in fear every day."

"You, really don't understand?" Snape stepped forward and stared into Kyle's eyes.

"I don't understand what you mean." Kyle took a step back.

"Don't understand?" Snape sneered, "Then why haven't you told everyone the truth until now?

"You killed the Dark Lord, not by relying on some protective magic, but by actually killing him with a spell. This will bring you great glory."

"You should have a friend who works at the Daily Prophet... Rita Skeeter." Snape continued: "Don't deny it, this lawless witch has never written an article against you, isn't it obvious enough?"

"I'm not denying that we are partners," Kyle said.

"Then why don't you tell her about it?" Snape narrowed his eyes, "Let her publish it in the newspaper and let Dumbledore's ghost come out to testify.

“I can guarantee that you will become a household name in the wizarding world, a true savior.

"You don't even have to wait until the next day. The Order of Merlin, First Class will be delivered to you. Even with just one word from you, those crazy wizards can drive Amelia Bones out of office and push you to the position of Minister of Magic."

"Why would you give up an honor that even Dumbledore can't achieve?"

"Because I don't need this kind of honor, and I don't want to be the Minister of Magic." Kyle's expression was calm. "I think it's fine to be an ordinary ancient rune professor at Hogwarts."

"No need, I still don't want to say it."

Looking at the silent Kyle, Snape's mood seemed to have improved a lot, and his voice rose slightly.

"Let's put it another way."

"I remembered something very interesting..."

He spoke to himself: "Albus Dumbledore, respected, greatest white wizard, Chief Wizard of the International Confederation of Wizards.

"But even though he is such a legendary wizard, from a certain point in time, people suddenly stopped respecting him.

“Rita Skeeter described him as a fool, an old lunatic, the International Confederation of Wizards expelled him, and even a fool like Fudge dared to insult him.

"Guess when this change happened."

…

(End of this chapter)