Kyle was no stranger to the Ministry of Magic's courtroom. He had come here twice before.
The first time had been for Peter Pettigrew's trial, to expose the real informant from seventeen years ago.
The other time was when the Death Eaters had turned the tables, trying to use the Ministry of Magic to pin the murder of a wizard on him...
Kyle narrowed his eyes. He suddenly remembered the masterminds behind it... those three damned Death Eaters.
Karkaroff had never shown himself again afterward. Voldemort had probably killed him.
And the other one... who was it again? Oh, right—Walden Macnair, a member of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, one of the most ostracized positions in the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
But that was also the main reason Macnair had been able to keep working at the Ministry of Magic despite being suspected of being a Death Eater.
After all, like the Office for House-Elf Relocation, it belonged to one of the quietest departments. The pay was pitifully low, and it was common for more than a decade to pass without a single newcomer.
And unlike the Office for House-Elf Relocation, no one in the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures—not even the department head—was willing to deal with whoever held that position.
No one wanted the job, which was why Macnair had lucked into it.
But he seemed not to have appeared again either. Kyle did not know whether he was hiding or had been killed.
Of the three Death Eaters from back then, only Malfoy was still alive...
Kyle suddenly felt a little regretful and muttered under his breath, "I shouldn't have let that bastard go so easily."
"What did you say?" Professor McGonagall, beside him, looked over.
"Ah,