The Lit Tower

Kyle's appearance broke the tower's original deadlock.

And so, an interesting scene unfolded. On one side were the trembling Malfoy and the seemingly frail Dumbledore.

On the other, two Death Eaters were arguing furiously over who got to claim Kyle, nearly coming to blows on the spot.

But Kyle ignored them completely, merely looking toward a familiar figure in the crowd.

"Long time no see, Professor Oren." Kyle raised a hand in greeting, looking just like he was meeting an old friend after a long separation.

"Yes." Oren's expression remained calm. "Long time no see. I'm surprised you still remember me."

"So, aren't you going to make a bid for me?" Kyle asked with a smile.

"What?"

Oren froze for a moment, then quickly understood what he meant and instinctively looked at Alecto and Antonin, who were still arguing fiercely.

"No. I'm new here, so I don't have much say." He shrugged. "Just leave it to them.

"After all, the Dark Lord only ordered Draco to kill Dumbledore. As for you, he gave no specific orders. It doesn't matter who does it, as long as the mission is completed."

"Is that so?"

"Of course. I have no reason to lie to you, do I?" With that, Oren walked over to the windowsill and sat down, looking as though he were simply slacking off and enjoying the show.

Tsk. Kyle clicked his tongue, somewhat disappointed.

His indifferent attitude also drew the dissatisfaction of the surrounding Death Eaters.

Alecto and Antonin quickly reached an agreement... they would attack together, and whoever killed Kyle would claim the credit.

But just as the two raised their wands, the door behind Kyle suddenly exploded.

An arm made of fire smashed through the oak door and appeared before everyone.

Then came its head, its body...