After leaving the Headmaster's Office, Kyle returned to his cabin, unaware of what Professor McGonagall and Bones had discussed.
But they remained in the Headmaster's Office for a long time. It was nearly curfew by the time Bones and Kingsley hurriedly left Hogwarts, as if something urgent had come up.
Professor McGonagall did not mention what had happened, and Kyle did not ask. Still, one thing was certain—they should be able to enjoy a period of peace.
But to the students, none of that mattered.
Exam week at Hogwarts had always been the time with the strongest atmosphere for studying. No matter where one went, there were students muttering under their breath.
At times like this, the professors expressly forbade students from carrying wands anywhere outside the classrooms, lest they be hit by some random spell and have their exams delayed.
Even Kyle had become much busier. Someone came to ask him about Ancient Runes every day.
Hermione, in particular, was the main culprit. She appeared outside his cabin door punctually almost every day.
"Professor McGonagall's greatest mistake was telling Hermione the correct route through the Alchemical Mist."
After finally seeing Hermione off once again, Kyle complained helplessly to Hagrid.
Previously, Hermione had been unable to get in, because the Alchemical Mist required not only knowledge of Ancient Runes but also alchemy. Hermione's knowledge in that area was practically zero, so she could never have found the right direction.
But by coincidence, one time she ran into Professor McGonagall, who had also come looking for Kyle. Hermione merely said she had come to ask Kyle some questions, and was smoothly brought inside.
"Come to think of it, Hermione really is clever." Hagrid chuckled. "She remembered the right route after walking it just once. I still haven't remembered it completely."
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