Morning sunlight broke through the clouds and fell upon the rooftops of Hogsmeade Village.
Before they knew it, the sky had begun to brighten.
Kyle finally understood what Dumbledore wanted to do, but he remained calm, even seemingly unconcerned.
"There's no need for this, Professor." Kyle waved a hand. "I only did what I was supposed to do. The Death Eaters attacked Hogwarts, so of course we had to fight back. There was nothing wrong with killing them. Why worry that someone might come after me over it?"
"Kyle, this isn't about right or wrong." Dumbledore's expression was grave. "Even Tom has never killed more than two hundred wizards at once. Such unchecked power will inevitably make other wizards fearful and hostile... even if they know you aren't a Dark wizard.
"Believe me, Kyle. No one understands this better than I do." Dumbledore's tone was earnest.
But it wasn't that Kyle doubted him... he knew perfectly well what the people at the Ministry of Magic were like.
"But I never killed that many Death Eaters. Forget two hundred and sixty—even twenty-six would be questionable."
Kyle found a chair and sat down, looking at Dumbledore. "The Death Eaters destroyed the school greenhouses, which was why those Biting Cabbages got loose. What does that have to do with me? All I can say is that they brought it upon themselves.
"And I only trapped those Death Eaters. I never intended to kill them at all. Voldemort was the one who thought they had failed him, so he deliberately redirected the spell and caused the Fiendfyre to lose control. He killed his own subordinates while trying to frame me with the incident. That treacherous Dark wizard is truly revolting.
"But I believe Minister Bones, fair and impartial as she is, will surely see