Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

"I'm sorry, Madam Minerva McGonagall, but you don't seem to understand us."

At Hogwarts, a short wizard with a slightly hunchback and rat-like eyes stood in front of Professor McGonagall with an arrogant look on his face, looking up at her.

"Last night, representatives from the Ministry of Magic held a meeting with the Hogwarts board of directors, and we all agreed that you are no longer suitable for the position of headmaster."

"Oh?"

Professor McGonagall glanced at him calmly, "If it was really the Ministry of Magic's decision, why didn't Amelia Bones come?"

"She has other things to do and can't come for the time being." said the short wizard.

"Then come and talk to me when she's free." Professor McGonagall waved her hand impatiently. "I don't miss this position, but the change of the headmaster of Hogwarts is a big deal, and it's not something you, the director of sports and physical education, can decide."

"What did you say?" The little wizard seemed to feel insulted, but soon calmed down and said, "But the school directors have already agreed. In comparison, the minister's opinion doesn't seem that important!"

He pulled out a piece of parchment covered with names.

"Do you need me to read it to you?" the little wizard said triumphantly, "It has been unanimously decided by the school directors to remove Minerva McGonagall from her position as Headmistress and to replace her with Severus Snape."

Professor McGonagall's face darkened. She didn't expect that the school director would drag his feet at this time.

But she still didn't care, and looked at the short wizard with contempt, as if she was looking at something dirty.

“The school board does have the right to remove the principal.”

"Now that you know, it's easy." The short wizard sneered.

"But..." Professor McGonagall continued, "As far as I know, in order to exercise this right, all twelve directors must agree, but what you have..."

She glanced at the parchment, “There appear to be only nine signatures on it, which is a bit off.

"So unfortunately, the content on this has absolutely no effect."

"You, damn it..." The short wizard took two steps forward in anger, "You should recognize the situation, Minerva McGonagall. Dumbledore is no longer there to support you. If you don't listen to me, the whole school will be in trouble."

"Squeak!"

The door of the principal's office was pushed open and Kyle walked in from outside.

"I just heard someone say to take it with you. Why, is the lunch at Hogwarts so delicious? Do we need to take it back to eat?"

"Who are you!" The little wizard turned around and said viciously, "Get out, or you'll die."

"Oh, I recognize you." Kyle looked at his face and thought carefully. "It should be the Hexadi Islands, right? How come you are still alive?"

"Really? It's my fault." Kyle shook his head in annoyance.

The short wizard finally saw Kyle's appearance clearly, and the anger on his face turned into horror in the blink of an eye.

Of course he remembered Kyle, and his memory was very vivid, or in other words, any Death Eater who had been to the Hesperidian Islands knew him.

The Dark Lord showed them what Kyle looked like and ordered them to kill him.

Since joining the Death Eaters, this was the first time he saw the Dark Lord want to kill someone so much, even to the point of almost destroying an island.

Until now, he could still remember the scene when the entire island was surrounded by fierce fire.

It's a pity that almost all the Death Eaters who remembered this incident died, and only a few people escaped by chance.

He is one of them.

But he never dreamed that he would see the other person again, and in this situation.

"You...you..." He pointed at Kyle, his eyes full of fear, and stammered, unable to speak.

"Why, you don't remember me?" Kyle walked up to him and looked at him with a smile, "That's right, it's really hard for a passerby like me to leave a deep impression on people, it's normal that you can't remember me.

"But we are acquaintances after all. Please give me some face and be polite to Professor McGonagall."

The short Death Eater was sweating coldly, especially when he saw the wand in Kyle's hand. His whole body went numb and he stood there stiffly, not daring to move.

Professor McGonagall was a little puzzled. She didn't quite understand how to face her arrogant Death Eaters. After seeing Kyle, they completely changed and became much more reserved.

Kyle continued to move forward, one step, two steps...

The footsteps seemed to be stepping on the heart of the small Death Eater. Finally, his instinct overcame his fear and he raised his wand high.

"The corpse is..."

"The soul is out of body!"

The raised arm fell down again, and the light on the tip of the wand dimmed again. The small Death Eater stood there, with a dazed expression and motionless.

"I'm really not suitable for using this kind of dark magic." Kyle looked at his wand, recalled the awkwardness when he was chanting the spell just now, and shook his head helplessly.

"Kyle!" Professor McGonagall grabbed her chest and whispered, "What did you do..."

"As you can see, Professor, the Imperius Curse." Kyle said, "He recognized me. If I don't take action in advance, the Dark Mark may appear over Hogwarts in the next second."

Professor McGonagall thought back to the actions of the short Death Eater just now...yes, that was indeed the Dark Mark spell.

"What the hell is going on!" She forced herself to calm down and asked, "Why did the director of the Sports and Physical Education Department come to Hogwarts and unite nine school directors to remove me from my position?"

"I don't know." Kyle shrugged.

He was just having a class when Principal Armando Dippet suddenly appeared in the portrait of the ancient runes classroom and told him that someone was making trouble in the principal's office.

Then Kyle came and just happened to hear the little wizard say something at the door... something like that the whole school would be in trouble.

But he didn't expect that the other party was an acquaintance.

When he disguised himself as a Death Eater and sneaked into the Hexadilian Islands, the man was standing not far in front of him. Kyle still had some impression of him.

"Oh no, Ministry of Magic." Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment and became nervous.

Could it be that the Ministry of Magic has been occupied by them?

Professor McGonagall stumbled back a few steps and fell into a chair, clutching the collar of her robes tightly.

Kyle's face also looked a little unhappy.

"It's okay, professor. Maybe he's just trying to scare people. I don't know what happened, but we can see now."

He raised his wand again, pointing it at the Death Eaters.

"Legilimency!"

Fortunately, this was not a Death Eater who was good at brain occlumency, which saved Kyle a bottle of truth serum.

Memories came flooding back like a tide, Kyle flipped through them quickly, and after a moment, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"How is it..." Professor McGonagall asked nervously.

To be honest, she was a little afraid to watch it.

She couldn't imagine what would happen to the British wizarding world if the Ministry of Magic was really taken over by Death Eaters.

"It's okay, Professor." Kyle said softly, "The Death Eaters have only occupied half of the Ministry of Magic. Minister Amelia Bones is still alive, and the Aurors and Smiters are on our side."

"Huh..." Professor McGonagall suddenly relaxed and took a few deep breaths.

"That's good...so what happened?"

"It's hard to explain in a few words. You'd better see for yourself." Kyle put his wand against the Death Eater's forehead and pulled it gently, bringing out a ray of glittering stuff.

Professor McGonagall's eye twitched.

The extraction of memories, coupled with the Imperius Curse and Legilimency just now, meant that Kyle had violated Wizarding Law three times in a row in front of her.

It's not against school rules, it's against wizard law.

Especially the Imperius Curse, which would require a single cell in Azkaban.

"Oh, sorry." Kyle seemed to realize that his behavior was not appropriate, so he stopped what he was doing and forced the memory back.

Then he waved his wand, and a velvet curtain dropped from the ceiling out of thin air, just between him and Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall had another vein on her forehead.

What is this? Is it just an attempt to cover up something that only makes it more obvious?

"Hahaha!"

A burst of laughter came from the wall, and Armando Dippet held his stomach and laughed so hard that he fell backwards.

"I knew it was a good idea to call Kyle. This is going to be really fun."

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded. "He always has many unexpected ideas, but they are very useful."

"Ah, you unruly thing." Phineas curled his lips beside him, "Using the Imperius Curse in the principal's office is simply lawless! Such a person is not worthy of being a professor."

"Huh?" Armando Dippet's expression suddenly changed, and he said sinisterly, "I called Kyle here, are you questioning my decision?"

After saying that, without waiting for Phineas to explain, he rushed forward with a mace that he pulled out from somewhere and swept it across.

"Boom!"

"Ow!"

After a muffled sound, there was a scream.

However, the other headmasters did not stop him. They closed their eyes and pretended not to see anything, just like they pretended not to see Kyle using the Imperius Curse.

Professor McGonagall felt her head buzzing and she resisted the urge to take down two portraits and throw them out of the window.

She used to feel that the portraits in the principal's office were all very serious. Apart from pretending to sleep, they basically didn't do anything abnormal. How come they suddenly became like this?

Were they pretending before?

Or maybe it became like this after a certain portrait was added...

Professor McGonagall glanced at the portrait of Dumbledore on the wall, intentionally or unintentionally.

Fortunately, at this time, the velvet curtain disappeared. Kyle looked around, took out a meditation basin from the cabinet with ease, and put the memory hanging on the wand into it.

Memories were like glittering fish, spinning rapidly in the Pensieve.

Professor McGonagall naturally knew how to use this thing and stuck her head into it.

Uzumaki took her out of the headmaster's office and to the Ministry of Magic, where she saw Scrimgeour, who was furious, and Amelia Bones, who was confronting the Death Eaters.

Fortunately, it’s just like Kyle said.

Although the Ministry of Magic has undergone some changes, it has not been occupied and Minister Bones is still alive.

Soon, Professor McGonagall was out of her memory.

"The situation is still a bit serious." She looked at the motionless Death Eater next to Kyle and asked, "What are you going to do with him?"

"Of course..." Kyle paused for a moment before continuing, "Sent to Azkaban."

"But Azkaban has long been unreliable, you know that."

"It doesn't matter." Kyle waved his hand. "I know a place that's pretty similar to Azkaban. It's guarded by Dementors. It will be the same if we send him there."

"Oh?" Professor McGonagall asked in confusion, "Where?"