Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

The next day, it was a sunny morning, but the atmosphere in the Hogwarts Great Hall felt unspeakably depressing.

Everyone wore formal robes and ate breakfast in silence. No one spoke. The huge auditorium was even quieter than the library.

Oh, not everyone is like this, there is still some noise from Slytherin, Crabbe is whispering to Goyle.

They were released yesterday on the grounds that they discovered Malfoy's conspiracy, but were attacked by the other party and fainted at the scene.

Not to mention the professor, even most students could tell that they were lying, but Malfoy loyally testified for them and took full responsibility.

Then they were released and became heroes in the eyes of some Slytherins, enjoying the treatment of all the stars.

Of course, they didn't dare to be too arrogant because they had learned from past mistakes.

Those guys who were mentally ill from before are still lying in the school hospital.

Madam Pomfrey is a therapist with professional ethics. She will not do anything when treating injuries, or do things like take the wrong medicine.

However, because she was too sad, she had no energy to maintain order in the school hospital.

In the past, the school hospital had to keep quiet, which was almost as strict as the library. Sometimes, anyone who made the slightest sound would be kicked out.

But things are different now. Even if you are playing Quidditch in the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey is not in the mood to take care of it. Moreover, the door is open no matter day or night, and anyone can come in and out at will.

This led to more and more injuries on the Slytherins. Sometimes they were almost enough, and after a night, their faces would swell again.

Snape had to have people guard the door of the school hospital, but the consequence of this was that those people were also lying on the hospital bed the next day, making Madam Pomfrey so angry that she cursed and scolded Snape all day long. There's something wrong with your brain.

However, those Slytherins also became a lot more honest because of this incident. Even if they celebrated, they could only laugh secretly in a place where no one was around.

After breakfast, everyone left the castle in an orderly manner under the arrangement of Professor McGonagall.

The funeral location was in front of the Black Lake, a place where hundreds of chairs had been placed in advance.

The guests who came yesterday had already taken their seats in advance. At the front were Professor McGonagall, the Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour and others.

Chris is here again. Although he has guessed the truth, others don't know. As a former student and one of the Directors of the Ministry of Magic, it would be rude if he didn't come.

Whether it was to represent the Ministry of Magic, his identity as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, or not to expose Dumbledore's plan, he had to show up and show off.

Kyle also found Aberforth in the crowd... He sat there with a sad face, as if Dumbledore was really dead.

Or maybe it’s a pity it’s not true.

Aberforth should know the truth, after all, Dumbledore could not hide it from Ariana.

And Aberforth is Ariana's favorite brother. Kyle doesn't believe it if he doesn't know what happened.

He glanced at the old witch standing alone outside the crowd in the corner behind him.

"I didn't expect you to come." Kyle walked over, "Is the Department of Mysteries so busy already?"

"No, it should be said that I am relatively free." Ariana said with a smile, "Thanks to you, I have been working in the Department of Mysteries for almost a hundred years. I still remember when Heikoman first joined. , almost every day they would change their tricks and make all kinds of lies.

"Oh, by the way, she's now the Director of the Department of Mysteries."

"Understood." Kyle nodded.

She is senior enough... just like Professor Marchban, who is apparently the director of the Wizarding Examination Authority, but even the minister has to trot over to greet her when he sees her.

Ariana's situation in the Department of Mysteries should be similar.

"No matter how unkind they are, they will not harshly criticize me, an old man who is over a hundred years old." Ariana said, her expression became a little strange as she watched more and more people sit on the chairs.

"So this is how it feels..."

"What?"

"It's the same feeling Albus had when we were at Godric's Cottage." Ariana shook her head in amusement, "I came to attend his funeral this time, so it's an even deal."

Kyle raised an eyebrow.

Is this Dumbledore's ancestral narrow-mindedness?

Ariana didn't stay here long, maybe because she was afraid of laughing. When everyone sat down and Hagrid walked out of the castle with something in his arms, she left.

Aberforth, addicted to acting, was left sitting there sobbing.

Kyle really wanted to give him an award for the best professionalism. Let alone a Death Eater, even if he glanced at him, he had the urge to run back to the garden to make sure that Dumbledore was really dead.

Otherwise, why would his brother cry so sadly.

The little wizard at the front was also a familiar person. Last time he presided over the funeral of Alastor Moody, and this time it was Dumbledore again.

Kyle couldn't help but think about what kind of expression he would have on his face when these two people appeared at the same time... It probably wouldn't be happiness. I hope he can hold on.

However, Kyle had a hard time attending two fake funerals in a row. After all, he definitely couldn't laugh in such an occasion. It was not that easy to do this.

So Kyle didn't go to the seat arranged by Professor McGonagall. It was too far forward and every move would be noticed by many people. He simply added a chair for himself in the last row.

Next to him was Hagrid's brother Grawp, a giant in a jacket and trousers the size of a tent... surprising enough for a giant in clothes.

I don't know if it was the blessing of his clothes, but his ugly head like a giant pebble actually looked a bit docile.

He even gave Hagrid an understanding pat on the shoulder when he came back sobbing.

Merlin's beard, Kyle never thought that he could see empathy in a giant.

Such was the weight of his comfort that Hagrid's chair legs sank directly into the ground and he himself staggered.

Kyle tried not to laugh, lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders.

Fortunately, this action looked similar to crying and did not attract anyone's attention.

I don't know how long it took, but the little wizard finally finished speaking, and the song of the phoenix came again, adding a bit of sadness to the already serious occasion.

Then, the fishmen also began to sing out of the water, and the centaurs also came out of the forbidden forest and shot countless arrows into the sky.

In such a big scene... that Death Eater deserved his death.

It's a pity that this honor should have belonged to one of Crabbe or Goyle, and I don't know if they will regret it.

"Kyle."

When he heard someone calling him, Kyle raised his head and saw Scrimgeour walking this way, but Chris moved faster than him and appeared in front of Kyle first.

"Sorry, Rufus, Diana has something she wants to tell Kyle. Could you please wait a moment?"

"Of course, that's as it should be," said Scrimgeour.

He couldn't help but agree, Chris was Kyle's father, no matter who he was, he had to give in.

"Thank you." Chris said, taking Kyle a few steps forward.

"Someone in the Ministry of Magic suspects that you killed Dumbledore." Chris whispered.

"Me?" Kyle raised his head and pointed at himself, "...Kill Dumbledore?"

"Who said that!"

"I don't know." Chris shook his head, "It's just that this statement suddenly spread, not only from the Ministry of Magic, but also from outside."

"What's the reason? Why should I do this?"

"There's no reason." Chris said, "It's strange, isn't it? It's as if someone wants to point the finger at you and make you a public enemy of the wizarding world."

"I understand, this matter probably has something to do with the Death Eaters lurking in the Ministry of Magic."

"As long as you understand." Chris said, "The purpose of my coming here is to tell you, no matter what happens, don't leave Hogwarts, if that person is still here."

"Why should I leave?" Kyle laughed, "The Death Eaters don't think that they can make me a public enemy of the wizarding world in this way, do they think of things too simply.

"Professors saw with their own eyes that Malfoy killed Dumbledore. This is much more reliable than hearsay."

"Wait a minute, Scrimgeour doesn't believe it." Kyle suddenly remembered what the Auror did just now.

"I don't know." Chris said, "I'm just here to remind you to prepare in advance." "Okay." Kyle wanted to laugh, but he didn't expect that he would get treatment that even Harry didn't have. .

Should he be happy?

"Okay, as soon as this is over, I'm going to go back." Chris said.

"Be careful lately." Kyle reminded him, "I'm worried that the mysterious person may deal with you."

"It's been more than once." Chris spread his hands, "Although I don't know what you did, I did encounter more Death Eaters recently.

"Don't worry, your mother and I have more experience in dealing with mysterious people and Death Eaters than you. At worst, I'll hide in the Department of Mysteries.

"Yeah." Kyle nodded.

"But I don't think this is possible." Chris continued: "Now that Dumbledore is dead, the mysterious man's eyes will probably fall on Hogwarts and come directly to you."

"That's what it seems." Kyle said.

"Okay, it's good that you know." Chris didn't say anything further, "Although those rumors are just a small incident, they may cause you trouble, so you'd better pay more attention.

"Also, if Scrimgeour says something unpleasant later, you... forget it, you can do it yourself. He is still good at catching Death Eaters."

Chris patted Kyle on the shoulder and then left Hogwarts.

Then Rufus Scrimgeour walked over.

"Someone is targeting you!"

The opening statement was almost exactly the same as Chris's, which made Kyle feel a little confused.

So Scrimgeour wasn't here to question him?

"Chris just told you, right?" Scrimgeour asked, "about those rumors."

"Yes." Kyle nodded, "Some people say I killed Dumbledore."

"Don't worry, kid, no one will believe it," Scrimgeour said. "Neither the Minister nor we do. We all know how close you are to Dumbledore."

I don't know if it was to confirm his words, but the Phoenix, which had completed its mission, naturally fell on Kyle's shoulders.

Scrimgeour's eyes flickered.

"Thank you for your trust, Director Scrimgeour, I won't take this to heart," Kyle said.

"Sorry, I think I should go find Professor McGonagall now. The school can't be closed forever, and she still needs to decide some things."

"Wait a moment." Scrimgeour stopped Kyle, "I have a small question about Mr. Dumbledore."

"What?"

"That is, did he leave anything behind?" Scrimgeour glanced at Phoenix again, intentionally or unintentionally.

"I mean, a wise wizard like Mr. Dumbledore must have made a lot of arrangements in advance, and what has he done before."

"Oh?" Kyle glanced at Scrimgeour.

"I don't know what you're trying to say, Director Scrimgeour, but I really don't know what Professor Dumbledore has planned or anything like that."

Kyle's expression remained unchanged, "Why don't you ask Professor McGonagall? She is the principal and she must know more than me."

"Yeah." Scrimgeour frowned, and the expression on his face seemed to change for a moment, but it quickly recovered.

"But I heard that when Dumbledore was in trouble, you were the first to arrive, right?"

"Yes." Kyle did not deny it. "The professors are also here."

"That's true, but you are faster than them." Scrimgeour said, he seemed a little impatient, "As far as I know, the professors rushed over as soon as they heard the noise, but They are still one step behind you.

"I'm not looking down on you, but how can you be faster than the professor?"

"Because I have a broom." Kyle said matter-of-factly: "At that time, I was maintaining my Firebolt. The fastest broom at present can reach the tower faster than the professors. Isn't it normal?"

"Why do you need to maintain the broom?"

"Because of the Quidditch game." Kyle blurted out: "I couldn't help but think of my experience on the field, so I took it out to recall it, and it just came in handy."

"That……"

"Director Scrimgeour, do you still suspect that I killed Professor Dumbledore?"

"No, that's the only thing I don't doubt at all." Scrimgeour shook his head, "I just want to know what happened in the tower before the professors arrived.

"There were only three of you there, right? After Malfoy did what he did, you actually just got rid of his wand instead of killing him?"

"ah?"

Kyle was speechless for a moment... What do you mean by not killing Malfoy? This is the image he has in the Auror's mind?

"And..." Scrimgeour didn't care about Kyle's thoughts and glanced at Fox again, "He seems to have left you a considerable legacy, Phoenix, which is rare in the magic world."

"Fox is not a legacy." Kyle corrected: "To be precise, it has never belonged to Dumbledore, but like you and me, it is a free life. If it is willing, it can go anywhere at any time. place."

"Okay, but what about Malfoy, you're not angry at all that he killed Dumbledore?

"You were not so good-tempered at Godric's Gnoll."

It has to be said that Scrimgeour is still very keen. Although it is all guesswork, he also noticed a lot of things that were wrong.

The time difference and Malfoy's situation were a real vulnerability.

To be fair, if all this was not a plan discussed in advance, but it was true, Malfoy would never have been able to leave the tower standing... It is even hard to say whether it was complete.

Kyle rubbed his fingers. Dumbledore should have discussed it with him instead of giving him such a big surprise.

At least with his help, this plan won't be like it is now, with the whole process full of loopholes.

"Because this is Hogwarts, neither Dumbledore nor Professor McGonagall will let me kill a student."

"Even if that person is a Death Eater?"

"But he still has the identity of a student." Kyle said.

"Director Scrimgeour, I am really just a little ahead of the other professors. Calculating carefully, I may only have time to recite a magic spell.

"If you still don't believe it, why don't you ask Malfoy? He should tell you the complete truth, and it's more convincing than what I'm saying now, isn't it?"

Scrimgeour said nothing, but looked into Kyle's eyes, as if to determine how credible his words were.

"Of course, if the Ministry of Magic is short of Veritaserum, please allow me to recommend Professor Slughorn from the Potions class. He should be able to meet your requirements."

"No need, we still have Veritaserum."

Perhaps the tens of thousands of galleons in the previous friendship played a role. Although Scrimgeour did not get the answer he wanted, he did not fall out and still maintained a relatively friendly expression.

"I hope we can continue to cooperate in the future."

"It will definitely happen," Kyle said. "The wizarding world may become more dangerous in the future. Only by joining forces with Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic can it be possible to defeat the Death Eaters and the mysterious man."

"That's very nice of you to think so." Scrimgeour smiled.

"No, it's not me. Headmaster McGonagall and all the professors think so. We are always on the same side." Kyle said, "I hope you can convey this to Minister Bones."

When Kyle mentioned the "minister", he intentionally or unintentionally emphasized his tone.

"I will!"

Scrimgeour's face turned a little ugly. He didn't continue to talk to Kyle and turned away.

Kyle didn't know if he would go to Malfoy. Even if he did, it didn't matter.

How could he and Dumbledore leave such an obvious flaw? He didn't even do anything. Dumbledore did everything himself.

Even if Scrimgeour gave Malfoy a pint of truth serum, he could only get the same answer as before.

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