Regarding restoring Malfoy's memory, Kyle wrote a letter to Dean Sasia that day.

Soon, the reply came. Dean Sasia's meaning was very clear. As long as it was not a violent forgetting spell like Mrs. Longbottom, St. Mungo's could restore the other party's memory, but it would take time.

"Mrs. Longbottom?" Kyle took the letter and looked at Dumbledore aside.

"That was more than ten years ago." Dumbledore explained: "When Alice and Frank were tortured by the Death Eaters with the Cruciatus Curse, Neville was also there. In order to make him forget those things, Mrs. Longbottom

He used the Oblivion Curse on him.

"Because the level is not good enough... I mean, Mrs. Longbottom didn't succeed in making Neville forget the whole thing the first time, so she used it three times in a row."

Kyle's eye twitched.

I really don't know whether Mrs. Longbottom is brave or reckless. He doesn't dare to use the Oblivion Curse three times in a row on one person now.

"No one can say that her decision was wrong." Dumbledore continued: "But some people think that some things should be left to more professional people, especially regarding difficult spells such as the Oblivion Curse.

"Before this, Mrs. Longbottom's spell scores couldn't even reach a passing grade... Of course, she still has some strength, but she's just not that good at some spells."

Dumbledore helped make up for it.

"Dean Sasia is one of those people, right?" Kyle asked.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, "Her unfamiliar forgetting spell seems to have damaged Neville's memory, causing him to be unable to remember things since he was a child."

It can be seen that Dean Sasia still has a lot of resentment towards Mrs. Longbottom. It has been more than ten years, and she is still being dragged out to be used as a negative example.

"So what are you going to do?" Dumbledore asked.

"Send him to St. Mungo's at night and pick him up during the day," Kyle said. "Anyway, he lives alone now, and no one knows about it even if he's not at school."

"It can't be done now," Dumbledore said. "Just yesterday, he returned to his previous dormitory and lived with Crabbe and Goyle."

"ah?"

Kyle asked doubtfully: "Isn't Professor Snape afraid that he will be sapped at night?"

"This is Severus's decision." Dumbledore explained: "Or... Tom asked him to do this."

"To spy on Malfoy?"

"It should be right...that's why I said before that it would be difficult for us to send Mr. Malfoy to St. Mungo's without alerting anyone."

"That's easy." Kyle thought for less than a second, "Use the Confusion Spell on Crabbe and Goyle, and you can easily deceive them."

Dumbledore's blue eyes flickered behind his lenses.

Kyle just had a moment where he wanted to say the Imperius Curse...

He felt that Kyle had been showing more and more potential as a dark wizard recently, and as the vice-principal of Hogwarts, he felt it was his duty to nip such signs.

"I must remind you, Kyle." Dumbledore said seriously: "The school rules of Hogwarts are not only to restrain students, but also professors."

"It's just a confusion spell, it should be nothing."

Kyle tried to explain the difference between the Confusion Curse and the Imperius Curse, but looking at Dumbledore's increasingly serious face, he gave up.

"All right."

"Then let's use Polyjuice Potion to pretend to be Malfoy. That's fine. As long as Professor Snape doesn't say anything, Crabbe and Goyle will definitely not be able to tell."

Dumbledore's face looked much better now.

"So, do you have a suitable candidate?"

"What about Harry?" Kyle said, "He must know Malfoy very well and is the most suitable candidate."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's not suitable. Harry himself still has to be in school. Let's find another one."

"Then let's go with Cedric." Kyle recommended another person.

This time, Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully.

Cedric is really good, smart, and thoughtful enough. Even if Crabbe and Goyle occasionally see the clues, they should be able to find reasons to get past him.

"Well then, come and write to Mr. Diggory."

"No problem, but..." Kyle extended his hand, "This is considered extra work, and you have to pay overtime pay."

"Cedric is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix."

"The Order of the Phoenix also has to pay overtime." Kyle glanced at him, "Besides, didn't you disband the Order of the Phoenix?"

Dumbledore was speechless.

…

Kyle acted quickly and wrote a letter on the spot.

It was not unreasonable for him to ask for overtime pay for Cedric, because the matter needed to be kept secret, and he certainly could not use normal channels to ask for people from the Ministry of Magic.

If Cedric wanted to help, he could only ask for leave. Of course, they had to make up for the losses, even if the other party didn't care.

In the afternoon, Cedric appeared at Hogwarts.

The Ministry of Magic has been very busy recently, and it's not easy to take time off... especially for a long holiday. However, Kyle also has people in the Ministry of Magic, and he happens to be Cedric's immediate boss.

So everything went smoothly, and his leave application was approved almost instantly.

That evening, Malfoy left the common room with Crabbe and Goyle, preparing to go to the Great Hall for dinner.

The staffing is exactly the same as before, but their mood is completely different.

Malfoy's face was stern and expressionless, and the former follower seemed to have become a prisoner's guard, following him step by step.

Especially Crabbe, whose fists were so tight that he could give Malfoy a hard blow at any time.

But just as they went upstairs to the foyer, a group of Hufflepuffs happened to be walking over, and they met at the end of the stairs.

"Hey, isn't this the little Death Eater and his two troll followers?"

Someone taunted Crabbe rudely and deliberately gave Crabbe a hard shoulder.

"Damn it, who do you think is the follower!" Crabbe became angry immediately and grabbed the other person's collar.

"What, you want to fight?" Justin was not afraid at all, he immediately pulled out his wand and said provocatively:

"Come on, who is afraid of whom?"

The surrounding Hufflepuffs also swarmed up and surrounded Crabbe and Goyle.

But as luck would have it, Malfoy was squeezed out of the crowd intentionally or unintentionally.

The moving figures obscured Crabbe's sight, and he panicked a little.

It was not that they were afraid of fighting, even if there were many people on the other side, but Crabbe and Goyle looked down on Hufflepuff at all. What they were afraid of was losing Malfoy.

This was the first task Voldemort gave them. If they messed up, they would be doomed.

The two looked at each other and began to squeeze out.

But the group of Hufflepuffs seemed to have gotten into trouble with them, refusing to give way.

What's more, another group of Gryffindors came at this moment. Seeing that someone was causing trouble for Slytherin, they joined in without saying a word, surrounding Crabbe and Goyle.

Outside the crowd at this time, Malfoy snorted coldly, turned around and prepared to leave.

He wasn't going to help.

But at this moment.

"Collapse!"

Malfoy didn't even see who it was before he rolled his eyes and fainted.

He just vaguely felt as if someone was tugging on his collar and stuffing him somewhere, and then he didn't know anything else.

At the same time, another Malfoy quickly took his place.

"Kyle, is it really okay to do this?" Cedric, who had drank Polyjuice Potion, asked with some worry: "I don't understand Malfoy at all."

"Don't worry, you don't need to understand."

Kyle patted his shoulder and said quickly: "As long as you keep a straight face and don't speak, if those two little trolls want to attack you, just beat them. It won't be strange for Malfoy to do anything now."

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"..." Cedric wanted to say something else.

But at this time, Snape suddenly appeared and dispersed the crowd surrounding Crabbe and Goyle without any explanation.

The two ran out in embarrassment, and their first reaction was to look for Malfoy. It was not until they saw "him" still standing there that they breathed a sigh of relief.

"You know the truth." Crabbe walked over and said through gritted teeth: "You damn traitor, why didn't the Dark Lord kill you?"

"Don't say that, Crabbe." Goyle's mouth moved, "Draco..."

"You want to speak for him?!" Crabbe turned his head and said with a cold tone, "If he runs away, you will be dead too."

"I... didn't." Gore lowered his head and remained silent.

Crabbe has changed so much recently that he is a little scared, so naturally he doesn't dare to confront him, and what he said is right.

They need to watch Malfoy for the Dark Lord, this is their mission.

"You'd better stop playing tricks, otherwise...I'll let you taste the taste of my fist." Crabbe looked at Malfoy again and said viciously.

Cedric thought of what Kyle had just said and said nothing, just snorted with a straight face.

He was still a little uneasy, but fortunately, Crabbe and Goyle really had no doubts.

As soon as the three of them entered the auditorium, a little girl came over.

"Draco, you're here."

Cedric panicked again. He didn't recognize the other party and had no impression of him at all.

He had no choice but to straighten his face again and snorted coldly.
To be continued...