Hogwarts Shippuden

"Hogwarts Shippuden(

Just glanced at them contemptuously, and Kyle immediately withdrew his gaze.

The purpose of this group of people, he could probably guess with his toes, it was nothing more than coming over and grabbing him away.

Kyle didn't even bother to pay attention to them, and turned to face the students at Hogwarts.

"The bloom of magic exists only in a very small number of souls, and only comes to those who have a higher pursuit of life."

When he heard this sentence, Fudge and a few people next to him changed their expressions instantly.

Dumbledore in the teacher's chair also had a change in his face.

He looked at Grindelwald beside him with a dark face, his eyes seemed to say: Is this what you taught him?

Grindelwald's mouth curled into a satisfied smile.

He turned his head slightly and communicated with Dumbledore with his eyes: I didn't teach him this.

A man next to Cornelius Fudge heard Kyle's words and drew his wand directly from his sleeve and aimed it at Kyle.

At the same time, he roared loudly at the Auror beside him: "Don't let him go on, take him away immediately!"

If anyone who is familiar with the French Ministry of Magic is here, they will know that this middle-aged man who is full of hostility to Kyle is named McCann and is the deputy minister of the French Ministry of Magic.

One of his family was killed in the battle of Père Lachaise cemetery, in the flames of Grindelwald.

That person's name is Ke Luo.

Ironically, Kelow was also a saint under Grindelwald.

Therefore, McCann showed so much hostility to Kyle, the son of Grindelwald.

Professor McGonagall stood up and yelled back at him louder than he was: "This is Hogwarts! You have no right to take anyone from here!"

Facing Professor McGonagall's Hedong roar, Fudge shrank his head slightly, and then had to bite the bullet and walk out.

"Minerva, have you seen today's Daily Prophet too?"

"Mr. Minister," Kyle's mouth curled into a smile, "We've all seen it, but so what?"

Because it was neither Professor McGonagall nor Dumbledore, but just Kyle, a third-year student, Fudge's voice suddenly hardened: "You must go with us to the Ministry of Magic."

"What if I don't?"

McCann, who had been staring at Kyle with a hostile look from the beginning, couldn't wait to speak: "Then we can only force you to take away."

Glancing dissatisfiedly at the Frenchman beside him, Fudge had a false smile on his face, "Don't worry, Mr. Grindelwald, we're just taking you to the Ministry of Magic for some inquiries."

ask?

Ha ha.

Ghosts will believe their words, if they follow them to the Ministry of Magic, they will never come out.

"Have I done anything illegal, Mr. Minister?"

"No, but because you are..." Fudge looked a little unhappy.

Kyle interrupted him directly: "Son of Grindelwald, right?"

McCann let out a sarcastic laugh, "Yes, this is the greatest original sin."

Without even the slightest interest in debating with him, Kyle turned to look at the other students in the auditorium and continued to deliver his speech.

"A thousand years ago, four great wizards established this school on the shore of Black Lake."

"It was conceived in chaos and dedicated to the idea that all wizards are equal."

The man from the French Ministry of Magic didn't want Kyle to continue talking, and while Kyle turned his back to him, he raised his wand and wanted to cast a spell.

Professor McGonagall's expression changed, and he immediately raised his wand to stop him.

But Kyle was faster than her.

The mind moved slightly, and a barrier appeared behind Kyle, blocking the stun spell cast by the other party just right.

In the next second, the barrier was twisted into a huge fist, blasting the man out and smashing through two walls in a row.

Through large holes in the walls, students in the auditorium can clearly see the scenery outside the castle.

Fudge never imagined that in front of his Minister of Magic, Kyle dared to use magic to resist, he opened his mouth and wanted the Auror beside him to take Kyle, but he never thought that a sword with a cold light flashed on it. on his neck.

"Why can't you just let me finish it?"

Kyle's tone was still so light, but Fudge heard an extremely cold killing intent.

Seeing that Kyle dared to treat Fudge like this, the surrounding Aurors drew their wands and wanted to attack Kyle, but Fudge glared back fiercely.

Didn't you see his minister being held hostage? At this time, I'm afraid I don't want him to die here?

In the face of life-threatening threats, Cornelius Fudge decisively chose to follow his heart and motioned Kyle to continue.

A sarcastic look appeared on Kyle's face, and he slowly retracted the long sword in his hand.

"When the Ministry of Magic was established, it also made a promise to every wizard with powerful words - they promised to give equal protection to all wizards."

"However, in terms of what the Ministry of Magic is doing today, they are not delivering on their promises."

"It's a fact that the Ministry of Magic, made up of those high-ranking nobles, still discriminates against their fellow wizards."

"The officials of the Ministry of Magic are high above, abusing the power that the people have given them..."

Listening to Kyle's words, Fudge's face changed again and again.

"This is what we must resolutely resist!"

"Their arrogance, their greed for power, they are beasts..."

Hearing this, Fudge finally couldn't help it, and roared at Kyle loudly: "Shut up!"

He turned his head to look at the Aurors beside him: "Take him! Immediately!!!"

Under the order of Connelly, all the Aurors raised their wands in their hands in unison and aimed them at Kyle.

The wand slid out of Kyle's sleeve and fell into Kyle's hand. He raised it above his head and drew a circle, and the faint blue wall of fire immediately surrounded Kyle.

The fierce fire spread in the auditorium in an instant, and the air became hot.

The students sitting beside the long table stepped back in panic, until they retreated to the walls on both sides, the burning feeling subsided a lot.

In fact, they have no need to retreat at all.

After all, the gas stove is the traditional art of the Grindelwald family. As the son of Gellert Grindelwald, Kyle has used this spell very well.

Coupled with the part of the blood that belongs to the Dumbledore family in his body, Kyle's control over the flames is even more than that of Grindelwald~www.NovelMTL.com~ As long as his flames are not aimed at this group of students, even in the In the package of flames, they will not suffer any damage.

Just like what Hermione did - after the flames ignited, Little Beaver didn't retreat in a panic like the other students, but walked through the flames with a firm face and stood beside Kyle.

With the first, there will be a second, a third...

After her, several people also passed through the flames and stood behind Kyle.

George, Fred, Cedric, Hannah, Penello...

Neville, Harry, Ron, Ernie, Justin...

After the initial panic, the students who reacted joined one by one in support of Kyle.

Although Kyle usually does nothing wrong at Hogwarts, but that is for the school professor.

I have to admit that when it comes to treating classmates, the little devil is still very good to them.

Ahem, except for the Quidditch team members and Slytherin students.

Looking at Fudge and the group of Aurors who had retreated outside the auditorium, Kyle smiled slightly and opened his arms.

"Aurors, through the flames, join me."

"Promise me your eternal loyalty!"

When he heard these two sentences, Dumbledore's face was already black as hell.

This is an exact replica of Grindelwald's speech at Père Lachaise's cemetery.

"Only here can you know what freedom is! Only here can you truly know yourself!"

Looking at Kyle's posture, the next step should be to deal with the group of people outside the auditorium with fierce fire, and Dumbledore had to stand up.

"Kyle, stop it."