The discussion lasted until late at night.

Originally, the best candidate to go to Hogsmeade was Nymphadora Tonks. As a disguise magus, she could easily fool everyone's eyes and hide herself perfectly.

Mundungus is also good. He often engages in shady business. He is proficient in various disguise methods and can hide himself well.

But under Sirius's insistence, everyone finally agreed that he should carry out the task of protecting Harry.

But the only requirement is that he must ensure that he always drinks polyjuice potion and always looks different in front of outsiders.

Sirius agreed.

This was not difficult. There was a Muggle village ten miles away from Hogsmeade. Then he would just have to wait until night passed and find a Muggle with thick hair.

Harry was also very happy about this decision.

Compared to the other two people, he obviously still prefers to be with his godfather. Although they usually have to pretend not to know each other, it is always good to be close.

After that, those people who had rushed back from the Ministry of Magic stood up and prepared to leave.

The main reason was that Kingsley received the news from Scrimgeour through Auror's special means that Godric's Hollow was short of manpower and they needed to rush there overnight.

Others need to help too.

Kyle wanted to take this opportunity to go back to St. Catchpol Village. Calculating the time, it seemed that he had not gone back to live for a long time, and when he passed by the door of his house just now, he quite missed the old dog.

Cat's cat's.

But as soon as Kyle followed Chris to the door, before he could get out, he was pushed back.

"You have been living here recently." Chris turned his head and said.

"Why?" Kyle didn't understand. "I have to go to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow. It should be more convenient to go home."

"This is safer than St. Catchpol Village." Chris glanced at him.

Others didn't know what was going on, but he knew exactly what was in Kyle's box.

Fire dragons, poisonous leopards, cat leopards, basilisks, three-headed dogs... Even among the 5X level magical animals, these are considered the most troublesome ones.

Even every time he thought about Kyle running around with that dangerous box, he couldn't help but feel heart palpitations.

In terms of quantity, Kyle's box is definitely not as good as Newt's, but in terms of quality and risk factor, both are equally deadly.

So Chris knew very well that as long as he used them properly, those magical animals could help him defeat a large number of Death Eaters in a short time.

Not to mention anything else, just the basilisk is enough.

The basilisk is an artificially created species. Strictly speaking, it is not a magical animal, but one of the most popular black magic creatures thousands of years ago. The purpose of its original creation was to kill.

The eyes of the basilisk are two embodied killing curses. There is no need to recite a spell or wave a wand, just look at each other. It is simple and crude.

Coupled with scales comparable to the skin of a fire dragon, the basilisk can ignore most magical attacks and run rampant on the battlefield.

In front of this kind of creature, unless there are powerful wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort, it will be useless no matter how many people come.

Of course, he did not say this out loud. Even though he also trusted other people, he still chose to keep it secret.

"Did you let it out?" Chris asked in a low voice while Kingsley and Moody were talking.

"Yes." Kyle naturally knew what Chris was talking about, and he didn't hide it and admitted it directly.

"That's the reason." Chris shook his head and said:

"I don't know what you have done, but one thing is for sure. Your behavior has angered the mysterious man. In this case, the village of St. Catchpol is no longer so safe.

"In order to prevent him from taking revenge on you, it is safer to live here."

"Yes, you can live here." Mrs. Weasley also came over and said.

She didn't understand what Chris meant, but she understood the last sentence. When it comes to safety, there is nothing better than here.

As the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore didn't know how many protective spells he had added here. The Fidelity Charm was just the most basic one, as well as anti-tracking spells, indestructible spells, fixed door keys, etc. She knew of seven types alone.

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It can be said that even if Voldemort now knows the location of No. 12 Grimmauld Place and comes here in person, it will take him a long time to break through the protection here.

To some extent, the security here is even better than Hogwarts without Dumbledore.

Of course she hopes Kyle can live here.

"Then... okay." Kyle glanced at Chris, who had a calm expression, "Then I'll stay here."

"Yeah." Chris nodded, "Also, don't go to the Ministry of Magic for the time being. Hide here for a while first. I'll help you with Amelia's side."

"Okay." Kyle nodded again.

It seems that Chris should have been thinking about this just now.

Although Kyle didn't want to stay in the house all the time, he used the basilisk to kill dozens of Death Eaters. This kind of casualties was rare even in wartime.

Kingsley and the others had to go back to work overtime in the middle of the night, and it was also for this reason.

So Kyle thought that in order not to irritate Chris' nerves, it would be better for him to do so.

Seeing Kyle agree, Chris breathed a long sigh of relief and glared at Kyle angrily.

In fact, he didn't want Kyle to develop that kind of bloodthirsty habit. If you think about it carefully, every Death Eater who met Kyle in the past few years almost always left several lives behind.

It started out because of the Triwizard Tournament, when Kyle used the Fire Curse to kill a Death Eater for the first time, and then killed two more when he and Cedric were cleaning out the Dementors.

There are also the Death Eaters in the Hogwarts Tower some time ago, the werewolves in the Black Forest, all the way to Godric's Hollow... It can be said that when the Death Eaters encountered Dumbledore, their survival rate was higher than that of the werewolves who met Dumbledore.

Kyle is taller.

Chris is worried that if this continues, Kyle will be eroded by the negative emotions caused by the killing and eventually become a dark wizard like Voldemort.

But he couldn't say anything.

Because even after killing so many Death Eaters, Kyle's magic was still spotless. This situation also made his previous idea untenable.

This made Chris a little embarrassed. He looked at Kyle, shook his head helplessly, and then followed Kingsley and the others out of the square.

In the house, Ron was having a small celebration with the Weasley brothers, and the remaining ribbons and crackers from the wedding were played in the restaurant.

They don't need to think so much, and their idea is very simple. As long as the Death Eaters suffer losses, they will be happy. The greater the casualties, the more worthy of celebration.

Although they didn't know what happened in Godric's Hollow, it didn't matter. What was important was that the Death Eaters suffered heavy losses. This was the great victory of the Order of the Phoenix.

If conditions didn't allow it, they would even want to hold a grand celebration party.

"Fred, George!" Mrs. Weasley looked at the colorful ribbons all over the room, her temples beating with anger.

"Can you please be quiet?" she shouted loudly: "I left for a while, the whole restaurant is almost a garbage dump!"

"It's just a few ribbons, not as exaggerated as you said." Fred waved his wand, and the surrounding ribbons were immediately swept away by a gust of wind.

"Look, isn't this clean?"

"What I mean is that you should be more cautious. Even if you can't set an example for your younger brothers and sisters, at least don't lead them into bad ways."

"We? Misled Ron?" Fred pointed at himself and George, then turned to look at Ron, "I think he is much more excited than us."

"Yeah." George nodded, "He fired more crackers by himself than all of us combined."

"I remember he put five."

"Two of us each."

"Ginny is a..."

"So half of the ribbons in this room were made by him."

Fred and George were singing and talking in harmony, Ron's face turned red and he stared at them dumbfounded.

"Aren't the ribbons I put up all given to me by you?"

"We just asked you to help hold it. When did we tell you to let it go!" George said plausibly.

Ron was stunned for a moment, hesitating and speechless. He looked at Hermione next to him, wanting to ask for help, but Hermione didn't agree to his celebration in the first place, and naturally she didn't agree with him now.

Maybe speak for him.

"That's enough." Fortunately, at this time, Mrs. Weasley interrupted Fred and George who were chattering, "Now, go back to your room and sleep immediately."

Ron ran out immediately.

The Weasley brothers also shut up angrily and reluctantly went back to their room, muttering something under their breath as they walked... which probably meant that Mrs. Weasley was unfair and only talked about the two of them.

Mrs. Weasley turned a deaf ear to these complaints. Although she didn't know the truth, she knew Fred and George and it was right to teach them a lesson.

"And you guys, it's time to go to sleep." She said to the rest of the people: "Kyle, do you need me to make an extra perch for the Phoenix? But the conditions here are limited, only firewood."

"Ah, no need." Kyle shook his head.

Just like people are used to sleeping in beds, phoenixes prefer to stay on perches, and the more precious the wood, the more comfortable it is, such as the one in the principal's office at Hogwarts.

Kyle remembered that the perching branch was golden, not a decoration added later, it was golden itself, like a solidified elixir in the sun.

Although Kyle doesn't have that kind of good stuff, he does have a whole forest in his box, and Fox will definitely be more comfortable living there than standing on a branch...

However, Mrs. Weasley's words also reminded Kyle that if he comes across suitable materials, he can also try to get a perch for Fox.

Kyle thought as he walked out of the kitchen.
To be continued...