Chapter 795 Fox's Roost

This discussion lasted until late at night.

Originally, the best candidate to go to Hogsmeade was Nymphadora Tonks. As a Disguisemagus, she could easily deceive everyone's eyes and hide herself perfectly.

Mundungus was also good. He often did gray business and was proficient in various disguises and could hide himself well.

But under Sirius's insistence, everyone finally agreed to let him perform the task of protecting Harry.

But the only requirement was that he must ensure that he always drank Polyjuice Potion and always maintained a different appearance in front of outsiders.

Sirius also agreed.

This was not difficult. There was a Muggle village ten miles away from Hogsmeade. At that time, he only needed to wait until night and find a Muggle with thick hair.

Harry was also very happy about this decision.

Compared with the other two people, he obviously still preferred to be with his godfather. Although they usually had to pretend that they didn't know each other, it was always good to be close.

After that, those who rushed back from the Ministry of Magic stood up and prepared to leave.

The main reason was that Kingsley received a message from Scrimgeour through the special means of the Aurors, saying that Godric's Hollow was short of manpower and they needed to rush over overnight.

Others also needed to help.

Kyle wanted to take this opportunity to go back to St. Catchpole's Village. Calculating the time, he seemed to have not lived there for a long time, and when he passed by the door just now, he missed the old catkin.

However, Kyle just followed Chris to the door and was pushed back by someone before he had time to go out.

"You have been living here recently." Chris turned his head and said.

"Why?" Kyle didn't understand, "I have to go to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow, it should be more convenient to live at home."

"It's safer here than St. Catchpole's Village." Chris glanced at him.

Others didn't know what was going on, but he knew very well what was in Kyle's box.

Dragons, leopards, cat-leopards, basilisks, three-headed dogs... These are the most troublesome ones even among the 5X-level magical animals.

Even every time he thought of Kyle running around with that dangerous box, he couldn't help but feel a palpitation.

In terms of quantity, Kyle's box is definitely not as good as Newt's, but in terms of quality and danger factor, both are equally deadly.

So Chris knew very well that as long as they were used properly, those magical animals would be enough to help him deal with a large number of Death Eaters in a short time.

Let alone anything else, just that basilisk is enough.

The basilisk is a species created by humans. Strictly speaking, it is not a magical animal, but the most popular black magic creation thousands of years ago. And the purpose of its original creation was to kill.

The eyes of the basilisk are two materialized killing curses. There is no need to recite spells or wave wands, just look at each other, simple and crude.

Coupled with scales comparable to dragon skin, the basilisk can ignore most magical attacks and run rampant on the battlefield.

In front of this kind of creature, unless it is a powerful wizard like Dumbledore and Voldemort, it will be useless no matter how many people come.

Of course, he didn't say these, even though he trusted others, he still chose to keep it secret.

"Have you ever let it out?" Chris asked quietly while Kingsley and Moody were talking.

"Yes." Kyle naturally knew what Chris was talking about, and he didn't hide it and admitted it directly.

"That's the reason." Chris shook his head and said:

"I don't know what you have done, but one thing is certain, your behavior has angered the mysterious man. In this case, St. Catchpole Village is no longer so safe.

"In order to prevent him from retaliating against you, it's safer to live here."

"Yes, you can live here. "Mrs. Weasley also came over and said.

She didn't quite understand what Chris meant, but she understood the last sentence. When it comes to safety, there is no place better than here.

As the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore didn't know how many protective spells he had added here. The Fidelius Charm was only the most basic, and there were also anti-tracking spells, indestructible spells, fixed portkeys, etc. She knew seven of them.

It can be said that even if Voldemort knew the location of No. 12 Grimmauld Place and came here in person, it would take him a long time to break through the defenses here.

To some extent, the safety here is even better than Hogwarts without Dumbledore.

Of course she hoped Kyle could live here.

"Well...Okay." Kyle glanced at Chris, who had a calm expression, "Then I'll stay here."

"Yeah." Chris nodded, "In addition, don't go to the Ministry of Magic for the time being, hide here for a while first, and I'll help you with Amelia's problem."

"Okay. "Kyle nodded again.

It seems that Chris has been thinking about this since just now.

Although Kyle didn't really want to stay in the house, he killed dozens of Death Eaters with the basilisk after all. This number of casualties is rare even in wartime.

Kingsley and others had to go back to work overtime in the middle of the night for this reason.

So Kyle felt that in order not to irritate Chris's nerves, he should do it.

Seeing Kyle agree, Chris breathed a long sigh of relief and glared at Kyle angrily.

In fact, he didn't want Kyle to develop that kind of bloodthirsty habit. Thinking about it carefully, every Death Eater who met Kyle in the past few years almost always left a few lives behind.

It started out because of the Triwizard Tournament, when Kyle used the Fire Curse to kill a Death Eater for the first time, and then killed two more when he and Cedric were cleaning out Dementors.

There are also the Death Eaters in the Hogwarts Tower some time ago, the werewolves in the Black Forest, and all the way to Godric's Hollow... It can be said that when the Death Eaters encountered Dumbledore, their survival rate was higher than that of the werewolves who met Dumbledore. Kyle wants to be taller.

Chris is worried that if this continues, Kyle will be eroded by the negative emotions caused by the killing and eventually become a dark wizard like Voldemort.

But he couldn't say anything.

Because even though he had killed so many Death Eaters, Kyle's magic was still spotless. This situation also made his previous idea untenable.

This made Chris a little embarrassed. He looked at Kyle, shook his head helplessly, and then followed Kingsley and the others out of the square.

In the house, Ron was having a small celebration with the Weasley brothers, and they had finished setting off the remaining ribbons and crackers from the wedding in the dining room.

They don't need to think so much, and their idea is very simple. As long as the Death Eaters suffer losses, they are happy. The greater the casualties, the more worthy of celebration.

Although they didn't know what happened in Godric's Hollow, it didn't matter. What was important was that the Death Eaters suffered heavy losses. This was the great victory of the Order of the Phoenix.

If conditions didn't allow it, they would even have a grand celebration party.

"Fred, George!" Mrs. Weasley looked at the colorful ribbons all over the room, her temples beating with anger.

"Can you please be quiet?" she shouted loudly, "I left for a while, the whole restaurant is almost a garbage dump!"

"It's just a few ribbons, not as exaggerated as you said." Fred waved his wand, and the surrounding ribbons were immediately swept away by a gust of wind.

"Look, isn't this clean?"

"What I mean is that you should be more cautious. Even if you can't set an example for your younger brothers and sisters, at least don't lead them into bad ways."

"Us? Leading Ron down?" Fred pointed at himself and George, then turned to look at Ron, "I think he is much more excited than us."

"Yeah." George nodded, "He fired more crackers by himself than all of us combined."

"I remember he put five in."

"Two for each of us."

"Ginny is a..."

"So he made half the streamers in this room."

Fred and George were singing in harmony, Ron's face turned red and he stared at them dumbfounded.

"Aren't the ribbons I put up all given to me by you?"

"We just asked you to help hold it. When did we tell you to let it go!" George said plausibly.

Ron was stunned for a moment, hesitating and speechless. He looked at Hermione next to him, wanting to ask for help, but Hermione didn't agree with his celebration in the first place, and naturally she didn't agree with him now. Maybe speak for him.

"That's enough." Fortunately, at this time, Mrs. Weasley interrupted Fred and George who were chattering, "Now, go back to your room and sleep immediately."

Ron ran out immediately.

The Weasley brothers also shut up angrily and reluctantly went back to the room, muttering something under their breath as they walked... which probably meant that Mrs. Weasley was unfair and only talked about the two of them.

Mrs. Weasley turned a deaf ear to these complaints. Although she didn't know the truth, she knew Fred and George and it was right to teach them a lesson.

"And you guys, it's time to go to sleep." She said to the rest of the people: "Kyle, do you need me to make an extra perch for the Phoenix? But the conditions here are limited, only firewood."

"Ah, no need." Kyle shook his head.

Just like people are used to sleeping in beds, phoenixes prefer to stay on perching branches, and the more precious the wood, the more comfortable it is, such as the one in the principal's office at Hogwarts.

Kyle remembered that the perch was golden, not a decoration added later, it was golden itself, like solidified elixir in the sun.

Although Kyle doesn't have that kind of good thing, he does have a whole forest in his box, and Fox will definitely be more comfortable living there than standing on a branch...

However, Mrs. Weasley's words also reminded Kyle that if he came across suitable materials, he could also try to get a perch for Fox.

Kyle thought as he walked out of the kitchen.

"Kyle."

At the top of the stairs, Kyle suddenly heard someone calling him. When he turned around, he realized it was Hermione, who seemed to have been waiting for him here.

"What's wrong?" Kyle asked.

"That's right, aren't you going to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow? I thought of some more important questions." Hermione said, "It's about..."

"Wait a minute." Kyle interrupted her, "There's something you may not know. I shouldn't be going to work at the Ministry of Magic tomorrow."

"No, not going?" Hermione frowned, "Why?"

"Because of the mysterious man." Kyle explained: "Everyone thought that the mysterious man might be angry with me because of what happened this afternoon, so he issued a grounding order for me. I may not be able to go anywhere during this period."

"Ah, sorry." Hermione said quickly, "I thought... maybe I was distracted and didn't hear this."

"No, it has nothing to do with you." Kyle said, "This is what they told me outside just now. You were not there at that time."

"That's good." Hermione said, "I'll go back first."

"Wait a minute." Kyle stopped her. "I think if you really want to change something, you can try it yourself."

"Try it yourself?" Hermione was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean?"

"It means to learn more about the Ministry of Magic." Kyle said, "To be honest, you don't actually understand the current situation of the Ministry of Magic, and even many of your perceptions are wrong."

"What's wrong?" Hermione looked at Kyle seriously and asked.

"A lot, for example, you always habitually move the school's system to the Ministry of Magic."

Kyle said, "But in fact, they are completely different, and the Ministry of Magic is not another Hogwarts.

It is not that one person simply says a word or makes a suggestion to change everything. Every new bill must be promulgated after careful consideration."

"And what you mentioned before, about the Muggle Mediation Committee, whether an employee is doing well or competent is also difficult to present with the intuitive written results of the school."

"But I really don't see their role." Hermione said.

"That's because you don't need it at all." Kyle said lightly: "You are a wizard born in Muggles. Both you and your parents know how to deal with other Muggles. So after encountering conflicts, you don't need the help of the Ministry of Magic at all."

Hermione did not refute this time.

"How about this." Kyle thought for a moment, "If you have nothing to do this month, go to the Ministry of Magic as a volunteer, just as a way to familiarize yourself in advance. It just so happens that they are quite short of people right now."

Volunteer...

Hermione's eyes lit up, "Can I really go?"

"You definitely can't do it yourself." Kyle said, "But I can help recommend them. It just so happens that I know a lot of people in the Ministry of Magic. It should be no problem to find them a helper.

"But there is one thing I must tell you in advance. You are just helping out this time, without any salary. If you feel it's not right, forget it..."

"No, I agree." Hermione said immediately, "After I graduate next year, I will definitely work in the Ministry of Magic, so I am willing to get familiar with the working atmosphere there in advance."

"That's good." Kyle nodded, "Then you go back first, I'll take you there tomorrow."

"Okay." Hermione walked upstairs, but stopped after only two steps.

"Wait a minute, Kyle, didn't you just say that they won't let you leave here?"

"That's right." "Kyle shrugged, "But as long as I don't go out, isn't it okay?"

"Then how are you going to get there? You can't Apparate or use a portkey here, and the fireplace isn't connected to the Floo network."

"You won't forget how you left Godric's Hollow, will you?" Kyle smiled.

Hermione understood instantly, and then her face turned pale, "If I have to be taken by the Phoenix, I'd rather not go to the Ministry of Magic."

"The mysterious man is looking for me, it has nothing to do with you." Kyle said casually, "You can go there by normal means when the time comes, and we can meet near the magic fountain in the hall."

"Okay. "

When he said this, Kyle's eyes accidentally caught the huge portrait hanging next to him.

The portrait of Phineas Black.

This painting is nothing. Kyle had already seen Phineas's face when he was in school. His attention was on the picture frame.

As an ancient pure-blood family and the headmaster of Hogwarts, the picture frame that Phineas made for himself would definitely not be ordinary stuff. The wood on it...

Thinking of this, Kyle subconsciously reached out and put his hand on the picture frame.

This wood is really good. Even after hundreds of years, there is no crack on it, and it feels very smooth, as if touching a piece of warm jade.

What a good thing.

Kyle's eyes lit up. If this thing was dismantled and made into a perch, Fox would definitely like it.

But then he shook his head again...No, this is the portrait of Sirius' great-great-grandfather after all, and this is the ancestral home of the Black family. If you rashly dismantle someone's portrait, it would be a bit impolite.

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