Chapter 888 Guilt for 1 Second
"puff!"
It's like someone installed a shower in the principal's office.
Dumbledore's expression instantly became stiff, and the tea that he had not yet swallowed was sprayed out.
Kyle seemed to have expected this to happen, and he dodged it, then calmly watched Dumbledore snatch the photo, his face turning blue and red constantly.
The photo shows two young people who are performing some kind of ritual seriously.
And because of the angle, the photo is so clear that even the expressions on their faces are clearly visible.
window!
Dumbledore immediately thought of the source of the photo.
There was a very small window in the barn, and it was through that window that Kyle took this photo.
The faint window frames visible at the edge of the photo just confirm this.
But Dumbledore couldn't understand how the entire blood pact process could be perfectly restored just through a small, inconspicuous window?
With the help of the developing potion, it is almost exactly the same as Dumbledore's memory.
"You..." Dumbledore felt terrible, "How did you do that?"
When they made the blood pact, they clearly checked the surroundings carefully and there was no way anyone was there.
But why is this photo so clear? It feels like it was taken right next to their faces.
Is this reasonable?
Because their expressions were too surprised, the principals who were pretending to be asleep on the wall also realized that something was wrong. They opened their eyes and stretched their heads to look at the table.
What did Kyle just say...the blood alliance between Albus and Grindelwald?
They are so curious.
But before they could do anything, they saw Dumbledore wave his hand violently.
All the portraits were turned over, facing the wall.
"Hey, Albus, you can't do this!" someone shouted, and it sounded like Phineas.
Others also had complaints.
They are all portraits, and there is no way I can tell this to anyone. What's wrong with taking a look and satisfying my curiosity? Is there any need to be so stingy?
But Dumbledore turned a deaf ear to this and just stared at Kyle.
"That's all thanks to Ariana," Kyle said calmly. "The attic she's in is far enough away from the barn, but she can clearly see the windows above."
Dumbledore deflated when he heard Ariana's name.
“For the photo, I used a little prop,” Kyle continued.
"Another product of Mr. Weasley?" Dumbledore asked, wondering whether he should use his connections to close the store.
Although this was a bit unethical and closing down his student's shop went against his usual principles, the shock this photo brought to Dumbledore was too great.
"No, it's not Weasley's product, it's something else we all know." Kyle took out a somewhat old telescope.
"The panoramic telescope is equipped with a function to magnify the image, which comes in handy."
He bought this for ten Galleons at the Quidditch World Cup. Although it was a little expensive, it was really worth it.
Not only can it enlarge the picture, but it can also ensure clarity, and it even has the functions of playback and slow motion.
This is what Kyle used to take this perfect photo.
To be honest, he was still a little reluctant.
This photo is so precious. Not only is it unique, but it is also impossible to replicate. It is no exaggeration to say that there is only one such photo in the entire wizarding world.
If it were taken to Nurmengard, it would be a universal spell scroll. As long as Kyle asked, he would teach any spell that Grindelwald knew, and he would guarantee that he would learn it.
Even if Kyle was greedy and wanted to learn two or three spells, Grindelwald would definitely not refuse.
But Kyle still took it out, without any conditions, and gave it to Dumbledore for free as a retirement gift.
Dumbledore was also very happy. He even stopped drinking his favorite black tea and kept shaking all over while holding the photo.
"I'm still too kind." Kyle praised himself.
Dumbledore looked at the photo in his hand, feeling confused, but after hearing Kyle's words to himself, he couldn't help but look up at him.
"What's wrong, sir? Don't you like it?" Kyle asked. "If you don't like it, I can take it back and exchange it for another one."
"No, I don't need to." Dumbledore took a deep breath. "I... well, like it."
He ran his fingers over the photo.
Reason told him that he should destroy the photo, tear it into pieces, out of sight, out of mind.
But just as Dumbledore was about to do so, his fingers suddenly became very stiff and he could not move at all.
But looking at the two high-spirited young men in the photo, past memories came flooding back like a tide.
Dumbledore didn't want to recall those scenes anymore, so he simply covered the photo with his palm and pressed hard.
The photo on the table emitted a cluster of sparks and disappeared in front of the two people.
Of course, as to whether it was destroyed or hidden somewhere else, only Dumbledore knew.
"You, don't have a second one, right?" Dumbledore seemed to have thought of something and asked again.
After all, it was Kyle, and he couldn't be sure whether the other party would make several copies of the photo for collection.
"No, definitely not." Kyle shook his head, his tone firm.
He really didn't do that.
After all, among these photos, only the first one is the most valuable, and the additional ones are worthless.
Dumbledore looked at Kyle doubtfully, believed it for the time being, and sat on a chair with a complicated expression.
Although he had long guessed that the gift Kyle sent must be very special, he didn't expect it to be so... unexpected.
Blood Alliance, Dumbledore never thought that he would see that day again.
Is this his dark history? Or an important memory? Dumbledore himself couldn't tell.
He only knew that he had been deliberately avoiding this memory.
After seeing the photo this time, Dumbledore even subconsciously thought about whether he should go to Nurmengard.
Anyway, he was retired, and without the constraints of Hogwarts, he had plenty of time...
However, as soon as this idea came to mind, it was instantly extinguished by Dumbledore.
No, you can't go.
Grindelwald is different from Voldemort...
Dumbledore was in a mess. He had wanted to talk to Kyle about something else, but now he was not in the mood.
He didn't even notice that Kyle had tiptoed out of the principal's office and taken Fox away from the branch.
The phoenix grew very quickly. In just a few days, the originally wrinkled little bird had grown beautiful red feathers again and had grown to the size of an ordinary owl.
And because they are newly grown feathers, they feel soft and fluffy to the touch and feel quite good.
"Come on, Fox. I'll take you to eat something delicious." Kyle held out his hand. "The new mandrakes are ripe and their leaves are so tender. You should like them."
Without even a second thought or a glance at Dumbledore, Phoenix decisively jumped onto Kyle's shoulder and followed him out of the headmaster's office.
After leaving the spiral staircase, Kyle saw a crowd of people outside.
Sprout, Flitwick, Snape, Slughorn, Sinistra...almost all the professors were there, except for a certain ghost.
Kyle even saw Professor Barbling, who taught the ancient runes class, in the crowd. She was usually never in school except for teaching, but she was here today.
In addition, Amelia Bones was there, as well as Scrimgeour, Madam Maxime, and a representative from the Daily Prophet.
They had a lot of questions in their minds and were eager to find Dumbledore to ask them clearly. The only reason they were here was that they were stopped outside by someone.
"Professor McGonagall...ah, no, Headmistress McGonagall."
Kyle looked at the man standing in the front and said, "Thank you for your trust. Mr. Dumbledore is waiting for you inside. I believe he will be able to give you a satisfactory answer."
"Just call me professor. Calling me headmaster is too weird." Professor McGonagall shook her head. "Besides, I will be in charge of the Transfiguration class, so it's totally fine to call me professor."
"Okay, Professor McGonagall." Kyle changed the address smoothly.
Anyway, he has already graduated, so it doesn’t matter to the professors or the president.
Professor McGonagall nodded and walked straight up the spiral staircase without saying anything else, followed by the other professors.
There is only one exception.
Snape stopped where he was and looked at Kyle with a complicated expression.
"You are so famous..." Snape spoke with a familiar sarcasm, "So many people want to see Dumbledore, professors, ministers, and the headmaster, but you are the first one."
"Maybe I came early." Kyle shrugged, "Professor Snape, next time if you react faster, maybe you can be first in line."
"Next time?" Snape raised his eyebrows. Could there be a next time for this?
Kyle didn't explain. After all, he was just being perfunctory and was ready to leave.
However, Snape seemed unwilling to let Kyle leave.
"What did you talk about?" He stopped Kyle and said bluntly, "Or, what do you want to do to Draco... He is just a marginal figure and is not able to provide you with much help."
"Draco Malfoy?" Kyle blinked and suddenly slapped his thigh.
Yes, he had promised Malfoy before that he would see if there was a chance for him to return to Hogwarts.
As a result, I forgot about it when I got busy.
Kyle felt guilty for a second.
To be honest, if he hadn't found the clue from Malfoy, he really wouldn't have been able to find Cornwall, and he wouldn't have been able to save Alastor Moody along the way.
Including the later trip to the Hesperidian Islands, it was also because of seeing Lucius Malfoy in Diagon Alley.
Whether it was active or passive, it was a fact that Malfoy provided help, but he completely forgot what he promised Draco, which was really wrong.
How about going back to see Dumbledore while we're still in Hogwarts?
Kyle looked back...
Forget it. At least twenty people just went in. Even if I want to talk to Dumbledore now, I probably have to queue up.
If I had known, I would have waited a little longer.
Kyle sighed.
But he suddenly remembered that Dumbledore was no longer the headmaster, and he had no say on whether Malfoy could return to Hogwarts.
This matter still needs the new principal's approval.
So let's go find Professor McGonagall. No matter if it works or not, at least he said so.
……
Seeing Kyle sighing and shaking his head, ignoring him, the veins on Snape's forehead throbbed.
He didn't like Kyle, he had disliked him since the first time he saw him. After so many years, he even liked Harry a little bit, but he was getting more and more annoyed with Kyle.
