Early the next morning, Kyle stared mournfully at the teacup before him.
If he had judged correctly, their means of transportation to France would be—
"A Portkey. You've experienced one before." Dumbledore was in an exceptionally good mood.
Fine, then a Portkey was their only option.
Apparition consumed far too much magical power. Even as a Jinchuriki, Dumbledore could not possibly drag Kyle along and Apparate straight from the Scottish Highlands into the Alps.
No, perhaps a complete Nine-Tails Jinchuriki could.
But there were no tailed beasts in the Magical World, so they could only use a Portkey.
After landing, Kyle followed Dumbledore along a rugged mountain path. Once they passed through a barrier, the familiar castle appeared before them.
Unlike Kyle's previous visit, this time, waiting at the castle gates to welcome him were not only old Alfred, but also a pretty young girl with long black hair.
"Welcome, esteemed Dumbledore."
Alfred gave a slight bow before turning toward the Little Demon King beside Dumbledore.
"Welcome home, Young Master Kyle."
Kyle had intended to introduce the Butler Man, who had always taken such good care of him, to Dumbledore. To his surprise, Dumbledore spoke first.
"Good morning, Alfred."
They knew each other?
Well, that was not strange at all.
According to old Alfred, at the beginning of the twentieth century, his father had followed Grindelwald as a loyal Saint.
After growing up, he had been deeply honored to inherit the position of steward to the Grindelwald family from his father, faithfully serving the Grindelwald family ever since.
Given such a long span of time, it was perfectly reasonable for Dumbledore to know Alfred.
Kyle shifted his gaze to the black-haired girl who had been standing beside the Butler Man and observing him since earlier.
What piqued Kyle's curiosity was