Chapter 795 Fox’s Perch
The discussion lasted until late at night.
Originally, the best candidate to go to Hogsmeade was Nymphadora Tonks. As a disguise magus, she could easily fool everyone's eyes and hide herself perfectly.
Mundungus is also good. He often does gray business. He is proficient in various disguise methods and can hide himself well.
But under Sirius's insistence, everyone finally agreed that he would carry out the task of protecting Harry.
But the only requirement is that he must ensure that he always drinks polyjuice potion and always maintains a different appearance in front of outsiders.
Sirius agreed.
It wasn't difficult. There was a Muggle village ten miles away from Hogsmeade. Then he would just have to wait until night passed and find a Muggle with thick hair.
Harry was also very happy about this decision.
Compared to the other two people, he obviously still prefers to be with his godfather. Although they usually have to pretend not to know each other, it is always good to be close.
After that, those people who had rushed back from the Ministry of Magic stood up and prepared to leave.
Mainly because Kingsley received the news from Scrimgeour through Auror's special means. Godric's Hollow was short of manpower and they needed to rush there overnight.
Others need to help, too.
Kyle wanted to take this opportunity to go back to St. Catchpol Village. Calculating the time, it seemed that he had not gone back to live for a long time, and when he passed by the door of his house just now, he quite missed the old dog. Cat nives.
But as soon as Kyle followed Chris to the door, before he could get out, he was pushed back.
"You've been living here lately, too." 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 go home."
"This is safer than St. Catchpol Village." Chris glanced at him.
Others didn't know what was going on, but he knew exactly what was in Kyle's box.
Fire dragons, poisonous leopards, cat leopards, basilisks, three-headed dogs... Even among the 5X level magical animals, these are considered the most troublesome ones.
Even every time he thought about Kyle running around with that dangerous box, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of heart palpitations.
In terms of quantity, Kyle's box is definitely not as good as Newt's, but in terms of quality and risk factor, both are equally deadly.
So Chris knew very well that as long as they were used properly, those magical animals were enough to help him deal with a large number of Death Eaters in a short time.
Not to mention anything else, just the basilisk is enough.
The basilisk is an artificially created species. Strictly speaking, it is not a magical animal. Instead, it is one of the most popular creations of black magic thousands of years ago. And the purpose for which it was originally created was to kill.
The eyes of the basilisk are two embodied killing curses. There is no need to recite a spell or wave a wand, just look at each other, simple and crude.
Coupled with scales comparable to the skin of a fire dragon, the basilisk can ignore most magical attacks and run rampant on the battlefield.
In front of this kind of creature, unless they are powerful wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort, it will be useless no matter how many people come.
Of course, he didn't say this out loud. Even though he also trusted others, he still chose to keep it secret.
"Did you 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 for sure. Your behavior has angered the mysterious man. In this case, the village of Saint Catchpol is no longer so safe.
"In order to prevent him from taking revenge on you, it is safer to live here."
"Yes, you can live here." Mrs. Weasley also came over and said.
She didn't understand what Chris meant, but she understood the last sentence. When it comes to safety, there is no place like here.
As the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore didn't know how many protective spells he had added here. The Fidelity Charm was just the most basic one, as well as anti-tracking spells, indestructible spells, fixed door keys, etc. She knew of seven types alone. .
It can be said that even if Voldemort now knows the location of No. 12 Grimmauld Place and comes here in person, it will take him a long time to break through the protection here.
To some extent, the security here is even better than Hogwarts without Dumbledore.
Of course she wanted Kyle to live here.
"Then... okay." Kyle glanced at Chris, who had a calm expression, "Then I'll stay here."
"Yeah." Chris nodded, "Also, don't go to the Ministry of Magic for the time being. Hide here for a while first. I'll help you with Amelia's side."
"Okay." Kyle nodded again.
It seems that Chris should have been thinking about this just now.
Although Kyle didn't really want to stay in the house all the time, he used the basilisk to kill dozens of Death Eaters. This kind of casualties was rare even in wartime.
Kingsley and the others had to go back to work overtime in the middle of the night for this reason.
So Kyle thought that in order not to irritate Chris' nerves, it would be better for him to do so.
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 those colorful ribbons I put up 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, 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 who 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 Hogwarts principal's office.
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 the matter?" 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 probably won'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, I'm 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 present at that time."
"That's good." Hermione said, "I'll go back first."
"Wait a minute." Kyle called to 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?"
"Just 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. Many of your perceptions are even wrong."
"What went wrong?" Hermione asked, looking at Kyle seriously.
"Many. For example, you always habitually bring the ones from school to the Ministry of Magic."
Kyle said, "But actually, they are completely different and the Ministry of Magic is not another Hogwarts.
Not just one person can make everything change by simply saying a word or making a suggestion. Every new bill must be carefully considered before it is enacted. "
"Also, as you mentioned before, regarding the situation of the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee, whether a staff member is doing a good job and whether he is competent or not is difficult to show with the kind of intuitive written results in the school."
"But I really don't see their role." Hermione said.
"That's because you have no need for this at all." Kyle said calmly: "You are a Muggle-born wizard. Both you and your parents know how to deal with other Muggles, so when you meet After the conflict, you don’t need the Ministry of Magic’s help at all.”
Hermione didn't protest this time.
"Let's do this." Kyle thought for a while, "If you have nothing to do this month, go to the Ministry of Magic as a volunteer. Just think of it as a way to get familiar with it in advance. They happen to be very 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. I happen to know a lot of people in the Ministry of Magic. It should be no problem to find a helper for them.
"But one thing I have to tell you in advance is that you are just helping out this time and there is no salary. If you feel it is inappropriate, forget it..."
"No, I agree." Hermione said immediately, "After I graduate next year, I will definitely go to work at the Ministry of Magic, so I am willing to go and familiarize myself with the working atmosphere there in advance."
"That's good." Kyle nodded, "Then you go back first, I will take you there tomorrow."
"Okay." Hermione walked upstairs, but stopped after taking only two steps.
"Wait a minute Kyle, didn't you just say that they won't let you leave here?"
"That's true," Kyle shrugged. "But as long as I don't go out, isn't that all that's fine?"
"Then how are you going to get there? You can't apparate or use portkeys here, and the fireplace isn't connected to the Floo Network."
"You won't forget how you left Godric's Hollow, right?" Kyle smiled.
Hermione understood instantly, and then her face turned pale, "If I have to be taken by the Phoenix, I would 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: "When the time comes, you can go there through the normal way. We can meet near the magic fountain in the hall."
"it is good."
When he said this, Kyle's eyes accidentally caught sight of the huge portrait hanging next to it.
Portrait of Phineas Blake.
The painting was nothing, Phineas's face was something Kyle had grown tired of seeing when he was at school, and his attention was on the frame.
An ancient pure-blood family and the headmaster of Hogwarts, the picture frame Phineas got for himself would definitely not be ordinary. The wood on it...
Thinking this, Kyle subconsciously stretched out his hand and put it on the frame.
This wood is really good. Even after hundreds of years, there are no cracks on it, and it feels very smooth, as if you are touching a piece of warm jade.
What a good thing.
Kyle's eyes lit up. If this thing could be dismantled and made into a perch, Fox would definitely like it.
But then he shook his head... No, after all, this is the portrait of Sirius's great-great-grandfather, and this is the ancestral home of the Black family. It would be a bit rude to tear down someone else's portrait rashly.
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