Back to 12 Grimmauld Place

Dumbledore didn't stay at the Ministry of Magic for long. After exchanging a few words with Kyle, he left, with Professor McGonagall following him.

While in the elevator, Mr. Weasley shooed away the paper airplanes overhead and extended an invitation to Kyle.

"Would you like to come sit here?" he said in a low voice. "Everyone's here, and Molly has prepared a huge feast to celebrate your safe arrival."

"Alright then," Kyle said.

Diana's previous refusal to let him go elsewhere was most likely due to this interrogation. Now that everything is over, there's naturally no need for him to stay in Ottery St. Catchpole any longer.

Besides, he can't stay indoors for two months straight.

Harry seemed delighted to see Kyle agree, or rather, ever since he learned he wouldn't be expelled from Hogwarts, the smallest thing could make him smile.

Because Kyle decided to go to 12 Grimmauld Place, Chris left alone when the elevator stopped at the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

"Have fun," he said with a chuckle. "If you decide to stay overnight, remember to have an owl send me a letter beforehand."

"Okay, Dad," Kyle nodded.

Then they arrived at the main hall. There were far fewer people there than in the morning. A wizard on duty had his face buried behind the Daily Prophet, and it was unclear whether he was reading the newspaper or sleeping.

As they walked straight past the golden fountain, Harry suddenly turned back.

"Wait a minute..."

He took out his money bag, and without even looking at it, poured all the money into the fountain, creating a tinkling sound.

"I thought about it when I came here," Harry explained, putting away his empty money pouch. "If I'm lucky enough to escape this, I'll donate all the money I have."

"So, should I donate some too?" Kyle walked over to the fountain.

He searched his pocket for a while and finally pulled out a Silver Sickle.

His money was all in the Niffler's vault in the box, and he couldn't get it out anytime soon; this was all he had left...

But it's still a point, no matter how small.

Kyle flicked Silver Sickle into the fountain.

I have to say, this splash was even bigger Galleon.

Kyle looked up at a line of text on the fountain.

All proceeds from the Magic Fountain will be donated to the St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

"That's all for today," Kyle muttered to himself. "If everything goes well, I'll make up the rest next time..."

The three then went through the fireplace to the Leaky Cauldron.

Perhaps because the opportunity was rare, or perhaps because Kyle was also there, Mr. Weasley didn't use Apparition to return, but instead chose Muggle transportation...

Mr. Weasley was very excited throughout the journey, exclaiming at each stop, which made the people around them look at them strangely, as if they were a few bumpkins who had never seen the world.

To be fair, Mr. Weasley does indeed fit this image quite well now, especially considering he's wearing clothes that clearly don't suit him.

However, for Kyle and Harry, this journey was somewhat difficult.

Although Harry had already experienced this once that morning, he still couldn't help but lower his head and try not to talk to Mr. Weasley.

Kyle quietly moved to a more distant spot, disguising himself as a passerby.

Upon arriving at the station, the two of them, without prior arrangement, walked out of the station first, leaving Mr. Weasley behind, still shouting at the ticket machine.

"I've never really wanted to learn Apparition," Harry muttered. "Fred and George already do, and they practically use Apparition every step of the way now."

"Kyle, you'll be learning this spell this year too, right?"

"Yes, you can choose to learn this spell when you're in sixth grade," Kyle said.

In fact, he had already learned it; this was just a matter of getting a certificate.

By the time the three arrived at Grimmauld Place, it was already noon.

Perhaps because it was during working hours, there weren't many people here, but even so, it was much more lively than the last time I came.

"Oh, darling, I knew you guys would be alright."

Mrs. Weasley ran over happily and hugged both Harry and Kyle.

"Welcome, Kyle." Hermione ran over too, looking rather nervous.

"Harry, how did it go...?"

"Young Master Kyle!"

Before she could finish speaking, a small figure rushed up from behind, nearly knocking her to the ground.

"Welcome, Master Kyle," the House-elf Kreacher said respectfully. "Would you like some cookies, sir? How about raspberry cookies, or perhaps some Butterbeer first?"

The House-elf's action made everyone's eyes widen.

Ron and Harry, in particular, pinched each other's thighs in unison, thinking they were dreaming... Otherwise, why would this House-elf suddenly become so enthusiastic?

They had been living here for quite some time, but they had never received a kind word from this House-elf. Apart from being very respectful to Sirius, the elf treated them very differently.

Harry knew very well that Kreacher had often gossiped about them behind their backs, and that being rude and dismissive was commonplace for him.

How come now...

Looking at the House-elf's respectful demeanor, Harry vaguely saw Dobby's shadow in him.

"Are you sure this house belongs to Sirius?" Ron whispered. "I have a feeling Kyle is the one who owns it."

"I don't know either," Harry said instinctively.

He completely understood Ron's thoughts; in fact, not only them, but even Mrs. Weasley standing nearby found it somewhat unbelievable.

"Don't be surprised." At that moment, Sirius came out of the house.

"Kyle did the House of Black a great favor, which made Kreacher treat him with far more respect than he treated me."

He walked past the excited House-elf and came to the two of them, saying, "How are things? Is everything alright?"

"That's perfect!" Harry exclaimed immediately, delighted. "I wasn't expelled, and the charges are unfounded!"

"Yes," Kyle said.

"Ha, I knew it!" Ron jumped up from the spot. "You'll be fine!"

"Yes, you didn't do anything wrong, they can't convict you." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief; her hands had been trembling since then.

Although they said it, everyone looked relieved, and Mrs. Weasley even wiped her eyes with her apron.

But this atmosphere was quickly shattered by a sudden explosion.

It was Fred and George; they suddenly appeared behind Kyle, their abrupt voice startling everyone.

"Actually, we knew you'd be alright." Fred put his arm around Kyle's shoulder.

"Yes, and we're not worried at all?"

"I actually think the Ministry of Magic should compensate you."

"You're overthinking it," Kyle said with a laugh. "They're not going to give me a Knut."

"Wait a minute..." Hearing their conversation, Hermione seemed to realize something and looked at the two of them in disbelief.

"You mean... Kyle was also interrogated at the Ministry of Magic?"

"Ah, yeah," Kyle shrugged. "And like Harry, he misused magic outside of school..."

These words left Hermione completely stunned.

She could understand Harry breaking the rules, even though it wasn't his intention, but this was indeed the third time he had been caught using magic off-campus.

But it's a bit odd that this is happening to Kyle, who lives in a village with many wizards, isn't he?