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Both Dumbledore and Grindelwald believed that Kyle had the ability to control the Obscurus, so they did not dwell on this topic.

"Do you have any guesses about the group of wizards who attacked you?" Grindelwald's eyes flashed with a trace of brutal killing intent.

Such a thing could actually happen under the eyes of the two ceiling wizards. The other party really tore their faces off, threw them to the ground and not only stepped on them several times, but also kicked them.

Soaked in urine.

Even if we don't find the other party, kill him tens of thousands of times with the help of hourly reversal spell, and then mix the ashes into the feed and feed them to the pigs, we can't relieve Grindelwald's hatred.

Kyle spread his hands and said, "Judging from the other party's actions, the other party probably wants to capture me alive."

"I guess he wants to use me as a hostage to threaten one of you two."

Kyle glanced at Grindelwald with suspicious eyes, "Could it be that your former enemy came to visit?"

Grindelwald's face darkened. Kyle's guess was very reasonable, which also meant that the possibility that he would take the blame was also unusually high.

Dumbledore, who had just been punched in the face earlier, snorted.

"I remember someone arranged more than twenty saints around Hogwarts."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Grindelwald's face turned even darker, "They were also held back by the enemy."

Dumbledore shrugged noncommittally.

Watching the two old men start bickering again, Kyle's head was covered with black lines.

Hey, hey, hey, my son has just recovered and you are starting again?

Grindelwald crossed his arms and looked at Dumbledore coldly, "When the Christmas vacation is over, I will send hundreds more people over."

Kyle looked at his devil father quite speechlessly.

Are you planning to send someone to protect my safety, or are you looking for an excuse to come over and bring peace to the British wizarding world?

Speaking of Christmas...how long has he been in a coma?

It's getting dark outside the window now, and it's obviously night time, but I don't know what day it is, or whether Christmas has passed.

He also prepared a gift for Dumbledore and Grindelwald that they will definitely love.

"Dad, is Christmas over yet?"

After hearing Kyle's question, the two bickering old men put aside their dispute for the time being.

"Today happens to be Christmas." Grindelwald held out a beautifully wrapped gift box from nowhere, "Merry Christmas."

Dumbledore also placed a gift box on Kyle's bedside table.

It's Christmas. He missed Christmas Eve, so he was in a coma for two and a half days?

"Dad, can you help me pass my ninja bag?"

Kyle is now wearing a hospital gown, and he doesn't know where to put Lao Deng and Lao Ge's ninja bag. The gifts he prepared for the two old men are in the ninja bag.

Dumbledore stood up and temporarily left the school doctor's office. Soon he came back with a clamshell leather bag not much bigger than a palm in his hand.

After taking the ninja tool bag, Kyle groped inside for a long time and finally found two oversized gift boxes in the corner that were 1.8 meters tall.

Seeing the two dads taking the box and wanting to open it, Kyle quickly stopped them.

Are you kidding me, can the contents of this box be disassembled here?

The gift Kyle gave to his two proud fathers was a 1.8-meter-tall pillow.

That's right, a life-size pillow, the kind with images painted on it.

The pillow for Grindelwald, with Dumbledore painted on it.

For Dumbledore, it was the other way around.

As we all know, the pictures in the magical world are all moving.

In this way, when Grindelwald and Dumbledore went to bed every night, even if one was in England and the other was far away in France, they could still feel the affectionate gaze of their old lover.

What a beautiful thing it is to sleep in each other's arms under the loving gaze of your sweetheart.

With this pillow, Kyle dares to say that the intimacy between his two fathers will definitely increase, and the quality of sleep will be superb.

It's just that this thing is not suitable for opening now.

Don't even look where this is.

The school infirmary!

On the second floor of the castle!

Even if you go back to the principal's office from the magic elevator on the third floor of the castle, you have to walk through an entire floor.

Although most of the students at Hogwarts have gone home, don't forget that there are still a large number of magical portraits in the castle.

The two old men held each other's life-size pillows in their hands and walked through the corridor under the gaze of rows of magic portraits...

The headlines in the Daily Prophet tomorrow will be the two of them.

If that were the case, Kyle felt that he, the Obscurus, would never live past 1994.

So for this thing, let these two bad old men go back and open the box again.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald glanced at their bear son suspiciously. Neither Dumbledore nor Grindelwald knew what kind of medicine this guy was selling.

at this time--

"Kyle..."

An unconscious murmur sounded in the room.

Hermione frowned in her sleep, her delicate face still full of worry, and her hands unconsciously grasped the quilt.

Kyle stood up and walked to Hermione's bedside, and sat down next to the girl gently, for fear of disturbing her by making any big noise.

Carefully stroking the girl's frown with his fingers, Kyle's eyes showed a touch of tenderness.

"I'm here, don't be afraid." He said softly.

As if feeling Kyle's company, Hermione's frown slowly relaxed, and the worried look on her face also eased.

Seeing this scene, Grindelwald and Dumbledore both wisely left the school doctor's office, leaving the space for Kyle and Hermione.

Looking at Hermione's face so close, Kyle slowly lowered his head and kissed the girl's smooth forehead gently like a dragonfly touching water.

"I won't let you get hurt again."

Without making a sound, Kyle walked to the center of the room.

Psychic art!

Like a black slime, Hei Jue emerged from the center of the magic circle, squirmed slowly on the ground, and crawled out of the school doctor's office.

A few minutes later, Black Zetsu came back, with the transformed tentacles carrying a brown-covered suitcase.

Getting into the suitcase, Kyle came to the alchemy laboratory where he made the Six Paths of Pain.

In an alchemy laboratory that is like a combination of a biochemical laboratory and a factory floor, Payne's six corpses were lying on the six experimental tables against the wall of the laboratory.

In yesterday's battle, they all suffered considerable damage.

Physical injuries can be easily healed, but the most troublesome thing is that all the magic power has been squeezed out.

This requires a long period of recuperation to prevent them from becoming useless and turning into Muggles.

Fortunately, there are no missions that require them to go out recently, as long as they can recover before Bai Jue's body is cultivated.

Standing in the center of the laboratory, Kyle felt the overwhelming magic power of Obscurus in his body, and slowly raised his hands hanging by his side to both sides.

Following his movements, the entire laboratory space began to tremble.

Under the infusion of endless magic power, the walls surrounding the laboratory quickly receded back.

In just the blink of an eye, the laboratory area expanded from more than a thousand square meters to several hectares.

With a wave of the magic wand, large cylindrical glass jars were copied one after another. These were the same breeding chambers that Kyle used when he used cloning technology to create the Six Paths of Pain.

The invisible blade cut through the palm of Kyle's hand, and bright red blood flowed out and dropped into a flask.

After collecting half a bottle of blood, the light of the healing spell flashed by and the blood stopped flowing out.

Kyle handed the flask to Black Zetsu next to him.

"Start the insight plan in advance..."

No longer caring about Hei Ze, Kyle left the suitcase and returned to the school doctor's office.

He put his bed together with Hermione's, and gently helped the girl lift the quilt. Kyle just sat on his bed, looking at the girl's face with soft eyes, waiting for the long night to pass.