hogwarts blast

Chapter 275 Dumbledore's Mystery

Everything seems to be calm in the magical world, but in fact there is an undercurrent.

That night, through the international floo network, Fudge chatted with people from the International Federation of Wizards for a long time.

No one knew what they were talking about.

When Fudge returned to his office, he still decided to let tomorrow's Daily Prophet be printed and distributed as usual.

It's around six o'clock in the morning, Hogwarts, Hufflepuff common room.

In the darkness, a figure rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out of the dormitory door.

Although his eyes were still closed, he was very familiar with the layout of the lounge. He swerved around to avoid all obstacles in the room, got out of the lounge, and came to the corridor outside.

Kyle walked into the kitchen with ease and then opened his eyes.

Although it can be said that regular morning exercises have no effect on improving Kyle's physique at all, Kyle still retains this habit.

The house elves in the kitchen knew this habit of Kyle, so when he stepped into the kitchen, there was already a small bowl of gruel on the table for him to fill his stomach, and it was steaming out.

More than an hour later, the students at Hogwarts gradually got up, and Kyle also ended his routine exercise.

After going back to the dormitory to clean up a little, he joined the army of cooks in the auditorium along with the little badgers who had just woken up.

Before Kyle could clear away the food on the plate in front of him, there was a chaotic flapping of wings above his head. Hundreds of owls poured in from the windows around the auditorium, taking portions of the prophets.

The daily newspaper was thrown in front of everyone dining in the auditorium.

Kyle frowned, the owl came extra early today.

He controlled the speed of his meals very well. In the past, these owls would have burst in after he had swept away the food on his plate at a lightning speed.

A black crow held a copy of the Daily Prophet and landed on Kyle's shoulder.

"Go away, one to seven." Kyle kicked the crow off his shoulder in disgust.

The Daily Prophet was just like some retarded media on the Internet in his previous life. It started with a picture and relied entirely on editing, so Kyle had never been in the habit of reading newspapers.

If you have time to read this stupid newspaper, you might as well buy a copy of The Quibbler.

Sometimes, the imagination of the chief editor of The Quibbler puts Kyle, a time traveler, to shame.

While Kyle continued to work hard, today's Daily Prophet caused an uproar among the students.

At first, there were only students whispering in the auditorium, and then the conversation gradually turned into a commotion. Finally, the discussion became louder and louder, like a noisy market.

Moreover, every student frequently cast strange glances at Kyle.

Kyle was a little confused and didn't know what happened.

Hermione frowned and handed Kyle a copy of today's Daily Prophet.

Kyle took the newspaper with a confused look on his face. As soon as he took it, he saw the big words on the front page - "The mystery of Kyle Dumbledore's life experience. Is he a new star in the wizarding world or the future Dark Lord?"

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Kyle:???

Looking down carefully, Kyle's expression has not changed at all.

Isn't it just that the identity has been exposed? What's the big deal?

Calm.

Seeing that Kyle looked okay, as if he was not the one who was exposed, Hermione shook Kyle's hand anxiously, "Aren't you worried at all?"

"What are you worried about?" Kyle pointed to the two old men on the teacher's bench, "If the sky falls, they will be the ones holding it up, so what are you afraid of?"

Hermione choked immediately.

This seems to be the case.

But……

Seeing that Dumbledore and Grindelwald were still reading newspapers and showing no intention of maintaining order in the auditorium, Professor McGonagall tapped the goblet on the table with the spoon in her hand.

"Quiet!"

The entire auditorium instantly became silent, and everyone looked in the direction of Dumbledore, wanting to get the exact answer from him.

Dumbledore slowly put down the newspaper in his hand and stood up.

He cleared his throat, "As for your doubts, I can tell you with certainty that Kyle is the son of Grindelwald."

As Dumbledore finished speaking, the originally silent auditorium suddenly became commotion again.

Beside the Hufflepuff dining table, a figure stood up.

The students in the auditorium looked at Ernie McMillan curiously, wondering what he wanted to do.

Next to Ernie, a pale-faced Justin Finch-Leary pulled his friend's hand and tried to get him to sit down, but Ernie was still standing.

During the original Chamber of Secrets incident, Justin Finch-Fletchley was unlucky enough to be attacked by a basilisk, and this incident is still a shadow that cannot be resolved in his heart.

He was obviously very scared about the emergence of another Dark Lord in Hogwarts.

"Kyle, what I want to know is," Ernie's voice was trembling, but he continued slowly and firmly, "do you hate Muggles like your father?"

Ernie asked this question for Justin.

Upon hearing Ernie's question, Grindelwald's mouth twitched a few times.

Who says he hates Muggles?

What nonsense!

He just thinks that Muggles have other values ​​and should be treated differently.

As a result, it turned out that he hated Muggles when it came to the mouths of these scheming media?

Dumbledore drifted over from the side with a somewhat teasing look, and Grindelwald pretended that he didn't see anything.

Because of Ernie's question, the entire auditorium instantly became silent again.

They were also curious about Kyle's answer.

Seeing that the two old men had no intention of showing up, Kyle had no choice but to stand up and walk to the center of the auditorium.

After looking around, Kyle's eyes fell back on Ernie MacMillan and he slowly spoke:

"I know what you're worried about. I'm worried that I hate Muggles and those who can't cast spells, but I don't hate them."

Kyle's voice was very soft, but the students in the entire auditorium could hear him.

"Similarly, I will not discriminate against Muggle-born wizards and half-bloods who are not pure enough like Voldemort did. I believe that pure blood is the most noble existence."

"In my opinion, whether they are Muggle-born wizards or pure-blood wizards, they are all the same."

"There is no distinction between high and low by blood, and we should not treat them differently because of this."

After a short pause, Kyle wanted to continue speaking, but there was a burst of noisy footsteps in the foyer of the castle outside the auditorium.

Then a large group of wizards dressed as Aurors filed in, and everyone in the auditorium looked at this group of guys who suddenly broke in.

The leader was Cornelius Fudge, and beside him stood a guy dressed like he was from France.

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