Dumbledore's New Nickname

Kyle soon returned to the upstairs room carrying twenty bottles of strong liquor.

"What's this?" Fred asked suspiciously, eyeing the large bundle in Kyle's hands.

"Good stuff. You should feel better after drinking it later," Kyle said.

At those words, Fred felt his stomach start churning again.

"If we're going back now, can I be the last one?"

"I really don't want to Apparate again anytime soon."

"Don't worry, we're using a Portkey this time." Kyle took out the filthy glass.

At his direction, everyone formed a circle, making sure each person could touch the glass with one finger.

As for the unconscious Mr. and Mrs. Tonks, they would remain here. Nymphadora Tonks would take them to the Hogwarts hospital wing for treatment.

They had just been attacked by Death Eaters, so they naturally did not dare to brazenly bring two wounded people to St Mungo's. The closer Hogwarts hospital wing had therefore become the best option.

This was how they handled injured Order of the Phoenix members before as well, and Madam Pomfrey had grown used to occasionally working overtime during the holidays.

"Darling, I'll be enough here. You have to go back with them." Tonks glanced at Lupin, kissed his cheek, then turned to the others.

"Hurry up, George," she reminded him. A dazzling blue light had already begun to shine from the cup, and George hurriedly pressed his index finger against it.

It felt as though an invisible hook behind their stomachs had yanked them forward. Everyone's feet left the filthy floor, and they vanished from the second floor of the Hog's Head Inn.

Kyle felt the world spin around him as his finger clung tightly to the Portkey, but compared to Phoenix Apparition, this was no worse than a carousel ride at an amusement park.

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