Hogwarts Shippuden

"Hogwarts Shippuden(

The magic world seems to be calm, but in reality, undercurrents are surging.

That night, through the international Floo network, Fudge and the International Federation of Wizards chatted for a long time.

No one knew what they were talking about.

When Fudge returned to his office, he still decided that the Daily Prophet of Tomorrow would be printed and distributed as usual.

…

More than six in the morning, Hogwarts, Hufflepuff common room.

In the darkness, a figure walked out of the bedroom door, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Although he still closed his eyes, he was very familiar with the layout of the lounge. He turned around to avoid all obstacles in the room, got out of the lounge, and came to the outside corridor.

Kyle opened his eyes as he walked smoothly into the kitchen.

Although the regular morning exercise today can be said to have no improvement effect on Kyle's physique, Kyle still retains this habit.

The house-elves in the kitchen knew about Kyle's habit, so when he stepped into the kitchen, there was already a small bowl of gruel for his stomach on the table, steaming out with white steam.

After more than an hour, the Hogwarts students gradually got up, and Kyle ended his routine exercise.

After returning to the dormitory for a little cleaning, he joined the army of dry meals in the auditorium with the little badgers who had just woken up.

Before Kyle swept away the food on the plate in front of him, there was a chaotic sound of wings flapping above his head. Hundreds of owls poured in from the windows of the auditorium and sent a portion of the prophet. The daily newspaper was thrown in front of everyone dining in the auditorium.

Kyle frowned, the owl came very early today.

He has a good grasp of the speed of his meals. In the past, these owls should have swept in after the food on his plate was swept away at the speed of the wind and the clouds.

A dark crow with a copy of the Daily Prophet fell on Kyle's shoulder.

"Go away, seven in a dozen." Kyle shoved the crow off his shoulder in disgust.

The Daily Prophet is just like some mentally retarded media on the Internet in his previous life. It starts with a picture and the content is all edited, so Kyle has never read the habit of newspapers.

When you have time to read a mentally handicapped newspaper, you might as well buy a naysayer.

Sometimes, the brain hole of the editor-in-chief of naysayers makes Kyle, a transmigrator, ashamed.

Just as Kyle continued to work hard, today's Daily Prophet caused an uproar among the students.

At first, there were only whispered conversations among the students in the auditorium, and then the conversation gradually turned into a commotion, and finally the discussion became louder and louder, as if it had become a noisy market.

And every student also frequently cast strange glances at Kyle.

Kyle was a little stunned and didn't know what happened.

Hermione frowned and handed Kyle a copy of today's Daily Prophet.

Kyle took the newspaper with a bewildered face, and as soon as he started, he saw the big words on the front page - "The mystery of Kyle Dumbledore's life experience, is it a new star in the magic world, or the future Dark Lord? "

Kyle: ? ? ?

Looking down carefully, Kyle's expression did not change at all.

Isn't it just that the identity has been exposed, what's the big deal.

Calm down.

Seeing that Kyle was okay, as if it wasn't him who was exposed, Hermione shook Kyle's hand impatiently, "Aren't you worried at all?"

"What are you worried about?" Kyle pointed to the two old men on the teacher's bench. "The sky is falling and there are two of them supporting it. What's there to be afraid of?"

Hermione choked instantly.

It seems to be the case.

But…

Seeing that both Dumbledore and Grindelwald were still reading newspapers and did not intend to maintain order in the auditorium, Professor McGonagall tapped the goblet on the table with the spoon in his hand.

"Quiet!"

The entire auditorium instantly became silent, and everyone looked in Dumbledore's direction, wanting to get the exact answer from him.

Dumbledore slowly put down the newspaper in his hand and stood up.

He cleared his throat, "About your doubts, I can tell you with certainty that Kyle is the son of Grindelwald."

As Dumbledore's voice fell, the originally silent auditorium suddenly became commotion again.

At the edge of Hufflepuff's table, a figure stood up.

The students in the auditorium looked at Ernie McMillan curiously, wondering what he was trying to do.

Beside Ernie, the pale-faced Justin Finnery pulled his friend's hand and told him to sit down, but Ernie remained standing.

In the original Chamber of Secrets incident, Justin Finchley was unfortunately attacked by a basilisk, and this incident is still a shadow in his heart that cannot be resolved.

He was obviously terrified of another Dark Lord appearing at Hogwarts. ,

"Kyle, what I want to know is," Ernie's voice trembled, but he continued slowly and firmly, "do you hate Muggles as much as your father?"

Ernie this question, UU reading www. uukanshu. com was asked for Justin.

Hearing Ernie's question, Grindelwald's mouth twitched a few times.

Who said he hated Muggles?

Nonsense!

He just thought that Muggles had value and should be treated differently.

As a result, when it came to the mouths of the media with the pictures of Tucson, it became that he hated Muggles?

Dumbledore floated from the side with a somewhat teasing look, and Grindelwald pretended that he didn't see anything.

Because of Ernie's question, the entire auditorium instantly became silent again.

They were also curious about Kyle's answer.

Seeing that the two old men had no intention of coming forward, Kyle had no choice but to stand up and walk to the center of the auditorium.

Looking around, Kyle's eyes fell back to Ernie McMillan and slowly said:

"I know what you're worried about. I hate Muggles and people who can't cast spells, but I don't hate them."

Kyle's voice was soft, but the students in the entire auditorium could hear his voice.

"Similarly, I will not discriminate against Muggle-born wizards like Voldemort, and those who are not pure enough, and believe that pure blood is the most noble existence."

"In my opinion, whether it's a Muggle-born wizard or a pure-blood wizard, they're all the same."

"Bloodlines are not high or low, and they shouldn't be treated differently because of that."

After a short pause, Kyle wanted to continue speaking, but there was a burst of noisy footsteps from the castle foyer outside the auditorium.

Then a large group of wizards dressed as Aurors filed in, and everyone in the auditorium looked at the sudden intrusion.

At the head was Cornelius Fudge, and beside him stood a guy dressed as if he was from France.