Chapter 909 The Same Tower, Dumbledore’s Choice

Except for the few people present, no one knew that there had been such a chat in the cabin, and no one knew that the hated Malfoy had been replaced.

For a period of time afterwards, Hogwarts seemed to have regained its peace again.

But it only seemed that if you ignore the shadows that always linger around the school, the increasing number of strangers in Hogsmeade, and the crowded Hog's Head Pub every day... it is still very peaceful.

It's another weekend.

After Kyle finished breakfast, he happened to meet Malfoy in the lobby who was going to watch the Quidditch game.

There were many people around, and the two were squeezed together and rushed out of the castle, and then they separated as if nothing had happened.

Malfoy took his two followers to the Quidditch field, but Kyle did not return to the cabin, but left the school directly and came to the Hog's Head Pub.

Although it was still daytime, the bar still looked very dark, and it was also filled with equally dark guests.

Most of them wore large hoods, covering their entire faces tightly.

Kyle walked to the bar and found Aberforth who was busy.

Then a spotless cup was placed in front of him.

"What do you want to drink?" Aberforth asked with a smile.

Kyle didn't react for a while and was stunned for a while.

"Oh, Merlin's beard, did you see it? That boss... he actually laughed just now!"

Someone said Kyle's thoughts.

"Idiot, you must have drunk too much!" The man next to him said without raising his head: "This old goat has always had only one expression. I would rather believe that Hogwarts will offer a dark magic course tomorrow than believe that he will laugh."

"I swear I saw it." The man continued, "Really."

"Okay, I take back what I said just now."

"You're not drunk, you're drunk too much fake wine."

...

The two of them argued on the side, and Kyle gradually came back to his senses.

When he raised his head again, Aberforth had returned to his original appearance, with a stern face, as if everyone owed him 500 Galleons.

This is just right... Kyle breathed a sigh of relief.

Aberforth was so scary when he laughed. It was like watching a troll teaching a centaur to knit a sweater, full of disobedience.

It was better to be like this now.

"Thank you..." Aberforth said in a voice that only Kyle could hear.

Kyle knew what he meant.

Ariana had been to the Hog's Head and probably told the stubborn old man the truth.

Kyle shook his head, "I'm not here to help you. I just happened to think of a possible solution to the problem, so I tried it.

"To be honest, if she hadn't joined the team, I would have been helpless."

"Anyway, you helped her." Aberforth brought a bottle of dusty whiskey, "Unlike someone who only knows how to turn around and around, but can't solve the problem, and almost got himself involved. He lived for more than a hundred years in vain, without any brains...

"And he actually dared to hit me. Wait, I have to come back sooner or later..."

Aberforth's tone revealed a strong contempt and resentment for Dumbledore.

The hostility between the two did not seem to be eliminated by Ariana's resurrection. On the contrary, because of Dumbledore's punch before, a new track was opened.

Kyle wisely did not respond.

It doesn't matter what happens to these two old men, just don't involve him.

Aberforth wiped the dust off the bottle and poured a glass for Kyle.

"Try it, the authentic 80-year-old Ogden Fire Whiskey, not the inferior wine that those idiots drink."

When saying this, Aberforth did not lower his voice, and many people heard it.

Everyone cast incredulous eyes.

What's going on? Are the fake wine sellers so arrogant now?

Without any disguise?

"What are you looking at!" Aberforth said bluntly: "If you want to drink the real thing, you can. Thirty Galleons a cup, who wants it, come over!"

So everyone lowered their heads again.

Can't afford it.

"Oh..." Aberforth sneered, "Wuxi Ke still wants to drink the real stuff? You don't even choose the time to dream..."

Kyle continued to remain silent.

The reason why the Hog's Head is popular is that the environment here is suitable for dark wizards to meet, and these people can't afford to go to the Three Broomsticks, so they can only come here to make do.

Changing to a better bottle can be considered a psychological comfort in a sense.

Kyle picked up the cup that was cleaner than the Three Broomsticks and took a sip.

"How is it?" Aberforth asked.

"It's just like that." Kyle pursed his lips.

The old man's face fell.

Although Kyle saved Ariana, it doesn't mean that he can insult his treasure so casually.

A little wizard who is less than 20 years old knows nothing about Ogden, which is 80 years old...

"It's not as good as 150 years old."

Kyle's words made Aberforth, who was about to speak, shut up again.

Because not only did he say that, he also took out a glass bottle that looked even older. Aberforth just glanced at the year on it, and the corners of his mouth twitched like he was breakdancing.

It's really one hundred and fifty years old...

But he soon thought that of course Kyle could get this kind of wine. After all, he had been to 1899. When Dumbledore was chatting, he also said that he seemed to have bought a lot of things at that time.

"Heh, I bet it doesn't have the smell of time settling." Aberforth said with a smile on his face.

"It's different, the craftsmanship is different." Kyle shook his finger, "This batch of goods one hundred and fifty years ago was the work of Ogden's most talented winemaker. It was also from that time that the so-called of...Ogden Fire."

Kyle shook the bottle, and the wine inside seemed to be on fire, reflecting a red color on the cloudy glass.

A real fire whiskey is one that really has fire, rather than becoming a brand like it is now.

"Sell me a bottle..." Aberforth couldn't move his eyes away.

"One price, eight hundred galleons."

"Eight hundred..." Aberforth stared, "Why don't you go and grab it."

"As you said, grabbing money is so slow and risky." Kyle said, "Whether you want it or not, let me decide first. Eight hundred is still a friendly price. If it's in my store, it won't be less than a thousand." Maybe you can watch it.”

"Buy!" Aberforth's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, "You damn profiteer."

"Each other." Kyle smiled happily and handed over his deformed lizard skin bag.

I didn't expect that I could complete a transaction during this trip.

Aberforth took the money and kept mumbling something, like, idiot, idiot, go back for nothing... something like that.

Not long after, Aberforth came back and threw the leather bag to Kyle angrily.

"Tell me, why are you coming to me this time?"

Kyle opened the leather bag and took a look at it, then put it away with satisfaction.

"It's a small thing, help pay attention to a few people." Kyle said, and the wand hidden in his sleeve moved slightly.

"Close your ears and listen!"

"My place has been full every day lately." Aberforth raised his eyelids, "I can't possibly look at them all."

"Not all, just a few." Kyle said, "The big guy in the corner, the witch sitting by the door, and the three on the table directly opposite."

"Are they all Death Eaters?"

"Well, a real evil wizard." Kyle said, "Malfoy got the information from Crabbe and Goyle. These people have used the Killing Curse more than once, and they are also the most troublesome ones."

"Malfoy?" Aberforth raised his eyebrows, "He's the kid who wants to kill Dumbledore, right... How can he get information out of that situation?"

Apparently, Aberforth also knew the inside story.

"He seems to have made his secret mission public and gained the trust of Crabbe and Goyle." Kyle said, "It's an unexpected gain. I didn't expect Malfoy to be so capable."

"What do you want me to do?" Aberforth asked.

"Just watch," Kyle said. "The fact that they are still here means that the Death Eaters are not doing anything, and there is no need to control them."

"What if they move?"

Kyle didn't speak, just scratched his finger lightly on the table.

Aberforth raised his eyebrows, "Those were five senior Death Eaters. Killed them all... You really think highly of me."

"You can also write me a letter," Kyle said. "I wouldn't mind a trip."

"But I don't want to waste the parchment." Aberforth sighed, "I understand, you can go back if you have nothing to do. Staying here will easily arouse others' suspicion.

"Professors from Hogwarts never come to the Hog's Head... nor do students."

"It's okay." Kyle said nonchalantly: "They won't do anything recently anyway."

"But I don't want to see you again." Aberforth said expressionlessly.

After paying eight hundred galleons, his gratitude to Kyle was instantly wiped out.

Tsk, Ariana's portion isn't that heavy... Kyle muttered to himself, got up and left the Pig's Head Bar.

After returning to school, the Quidditch game had just ended. The students returned to the castle in groups, discussing the game just now.

In the crowd, Kyle saw Malfoy again. There was still an open space around him, and no one wanted to get close to him. However, he, Crabbe, and Goyle were talking and laughing, and the three of them got back together again.

Kyle just glanced at it, turned around and left.

In the following period, the snow on the ground gradually melted, but Kyle's ancient rune class remained stable. It was held once a week, right after class, and never delayed.

But Hermione didn't look happy. She always had endless questions to ask, and she even found a way through the alchemical fog through self-study.

It wasn't until Kyle told her for sure that her current ability was enough to get an O in N.E.W.T. that Hermione came less often.

She seems to want to challenge her limits. Not only does she want to get more N.E.W.T. certificates, but her grades are all O's.

Although Kyle doesn't think it's necessary...it's just a certificate, doesn't it just have to be in hand?

But students have such enthusiasm, and as a professor, it is not easy for him to dampen the other party's enthusiasm.

Malfoy would still bring him some news from time to time, all about the recent plans of the Death Eaters.

It has to be said that when he really makes up his mind to do something, he can still gain a lot.

Even Crabbe and Goyle were not important figures. Apart from the five Death Eaters in the Hog's Head Bar, most of what they knew was dispensable information.

But better than nothing.

Coupled with the other youngster Snape, all the Death Eaters hidden around Hogwarts, large and small, have basically surfaced.

During this period, Dumbledore seemed to suddenly become busy. Kyle didn't know what he was busy with, but he came to the cabin a few times and explained some things.

It's not a big deal, the main thing is to keep Kyle away from school recently and wait for an opportunity with peace of mind.

As for the opportunity, he didn't say, and Kyle didn't ask.

Until another Quidditch match.

The students at Hogwarts rushed to the Quidditch pitch eagerly as usual.

But this time there were many fewer people in the crowd.

Malfoy wasn't there, and so were Crabbe and Goyle.

Kyle, who was arranging magic symbols in the garden, suddenly heard the cry of the phoenix.

Looking up, Fawkes had inexplicably appeared on top of the Hogwarts tower.

"That's the principal's phoenix..." Hagrid also raised his head.

Of course he knew about the phoenix, but the phoenix's teeth didn't look like saws, and it didn't look scary enough, so it didn't win Hagrid's favor and he looked away after just one glance.

"It's strange. It never leaves the principal's office normally. What happened today?"

"Who knows," Kyle said, "I'll go take a look."

"Okay." Hagrid didn't care.

Kyle left the garden, took out the Firebolt, and flew as fast as possible to the tower where the Phoenix was.

The door was open, Crabbe and Goyle were lying on either side, Dumbledore was standing directly in front of the window, and Malfoy was opposite him. The two of them were standing exactly the same as they were a few years ago.

"Is this about to start?" Kyle asked.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, "Tom seems to be a little impatient. He has urged Mr. Malfoy more than once. And while I am alive, he always dares not come out."

"Obviously he has defeated me and snatched the Elder Wand from my hand." Dumbledore sighed, "I thought this achievement would give him enough confidence, but Tom is still so cautious. "

"Were you really defeated by him?" Kyle's voice rose slightly.

"Yes, a disastrous defeat. Even the wand was turned into his trophy." Dumbledore spread his hands, indicating that he no longer had the essential weapon as a wizard.

In fact, Kyle had seen Dumbledore's other wand, which was a black wand.

But most of the time, he didn't take it out and just chose to use wandless spells to solve the problem.

This time is no exception.

"Then, let's get started." Dumbledore looked at Malfoy, "Minerva and Severus are already on their way here, as we agreed before."

"Okay, okay..." Malfoy raised his wand tremblingly.

"Wait a minute." At this time, Kyle suddenly interrupted them, looked around, took out his wand, and lifted up Crabbe who was lying on the ground.

"What are you..."

"You don't want Fox to achieve nirvana for you." Kelti shook Crabbe, "There must be someone to resist the death curse, don't waste it, and even if you die, let others see it."

The vein on Dumbledore's forehead jumped.

"This is school, Kyle!"

"I know, but..."

"No, Crabbe is still a student." Dumbledore said again, his tone firm?

"Tsk, that's really troublesome." Kyle threw Crabbe aside, opened the box again, and pulled out another unconscious Death Eater from inside.

"I asked Cedric. This man once used dark magic items to take away the lives of five Muggles. He also killed an Auror and two strikers during a Death Eater operation. There is no problem. Come on."

Dumbledore's mouth twitched, acquiescing.

Kyle deftly took out a bottle of potion.

"No," Dumbledore said, stopping Kyle from pulling out his hair.

"Polyjuice potion has a time limit and is inappropriate." As he spoke, a black wand appeared out of thin air in his hand, pointing at the Death Eater.

In the blink of an eye, another Dumbledore appeared.

Kyle raised his wand and held him to the window. "Professor, are you sure others can't see this?"

"I'm very confident in my Transfiguration," Dumbledore said. "I don't know if I've ever mentioned it to you, but I've been a Transfiguration professor for a long time."

Seeing the two people's skillful cooperation, Malfoy's hands shook even more.

He subconsciously thought that if he had not chosen to betray the Dark Lord, but had acted according to the original plan, it would be him who was holding the wand to the window now.

Thinking of this, not only did Malfoy's hands tremble, but his legs also began to feel weak, and he might sit on the ground at any time.

"Move quickly." Dumbledore urged: "Minerva is already downstairs. The less people know about this, the more we can deceive Tom, just like Alastor."

Kyle subconsciously glanced at Dumbledore and said nothing. He just steadily sent the other Dumbledore to the window and adjusted the distance slightly.

At this time, there were chaotic and rapid footsteps outside, and the professors had arrived.

Kyle decisively turned his wand and pointed it at Malfoy.

"Expelliarmus!"

Malfoy subconsciously stretched his wand forward.

He did not recite any spells, but a killing curse as fast as lightning exploded from the tip of his wand.

It was like setting off a very tasteless firework.

Without any resistance, the killing curse fell squarely on "Dumbledore" in front of the window, and everything around him was still.

Bang!

Almost at the same time, the door of the tower was also knocked open.

A tabby cat jumped in and turned into Professor McGonagall in mid-air, followed by Snape.

At first glance, they saw Malfoy's wand spinning and falling into Kyle's hands.

And Dumbledore was pushed out of the window by some powerful force in a green light that had not yet dissipated.

Professor McGonagall's scream was choked in her throat, unable to make a sound or move, staring blankly at Dumbledore falling from the tall tower.

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