"I'm sorry, Ms. Minerva McGonagall, you don't seem to understand what we mean."

In Hogwarts, a little wizard with a little hunchback and a deer-headed mouse-like face stood in front of Professor McGonagall, looking up at her.

"Last night, representatives from the Ministry of Magic held a meeting with the Hogwarts School Directors, and we agreed that you are no longer suitable for the position of Headmaster."

"oh?"

Professor McGonagall glanced at him with a calm expression, "If it is really the Ministry of Magic's decision, why wasn't Amelia Bones the one who came?"

"She has other things to do and can't come for the time being," the little wizard said.

"Then come to me and talk to her when she is free." Professor McGonagall waved her hand impatiently, "I don't miss this position, but changing the principal of Hogwarts is a big deal, not just you, the sports department.

The president can decide.”

"What did you say?" The little wizard seemed to feel insulted, but he quickly calmed down and said, "But the school directors have already agreed. In comparison, the minister's opinion seems not that important!

"

He took out a piece of parchment with names written all over it.

"Do you need me to read it to you?" the little wizard said proudly, "After the unanimous decision of the school directors, Minerva McGonagall was dismissed from her position as headmaster and replaced by Severus Snape."

Professor McGonagall's face darkened. She didn't expect that the school director would hold back at this time.

But she still didn't care and looked at the little wizard with disdain, as if she was looking at something dirty.

"The school directors do have the right to remove the principal from his position."

"Now that you know, it's easy to handle." The little wizard sneered.

"But..." Professor McGonagall continued: "As far as I know, in order to fulfill this right, all twelve school directors must agree. But this one you took..."

She glanced at the parchment and said, "There seem to be only nine signatures on it, which is a bit different.

"So unfortunately, what's on it has absolutely no effect."

"You, damn..." the little wizard took two steps forward with some irritation, "You should recognize the situation, Minerva McGonagall, you don't have Dumbledore to support you now, if you don't listen to me

Yes, the whole school will be walking around without food."

"Squeak!"

The door to the principal's office was pushed open, and Kyle walked in from the outside.

"I just heard someone talking about walking around. Why, is the lunch at Hogwarts so delicious? Do you want to take it back to eat?"

"Who are you!" The little wizard turned around and said viciously: "Get out, or you will be dead."

"Oh, I recognize you." Kyle looked at his face and thought carefully, "You must be in the Hesidian Islands, right? You are still alive?"

"Really, it's my fault." Kyle shook his head in frustration.

The little wizard finally saw Kyle's appearance clearly, and the anger on his face turned into panic in the blink of an eye.

Of course he remembered Kyle, and the memory was still vivid. In other words, every Death Eater who had been to the Heshidry Islands knew him.

The Dark Lord showed them what Kyle looked like and gave them the order to kill him.

Since joining the Death Eaters, this was the first time he saw the Dark Lord wanting to kill someone so much that he almost destroyed an island.

To this day, he can still recall the scene when the entire island was surrounded by fierce fire.

It's a pity that almost all the Death Eaters who remembered this incident died, and only a few managed to escape.

He is one of them.

It's just that he never dreamed that he would actually see the other person again, and still in this situation.

"You...you..." He pointed at Kyle, his eyes full of fear, and he was speechless.

"Why, you don't remember me?" Kyle stepped forward and looked at him with a smile, "That's right, it's really hard for a passerby like me to leave a deep impression on others, so it's normal that you can't remember me.

"But we are acquaintances after all. How about you give me some face and be polite to Professor McGonagall."

The little Death Eater broke into a cold sweat, especially when he saw the wand held in Kyle's hand, his whole body went numb and he stood there stiffly, not daring to move.

Professor McGonagall was a little strange. She didn't quite understand how to face her arrogant and domineering Death Eaters. After seeing Kyle, she completely changed and became much more introverted.

Kyle continued to walk forward, one step, two steps...

The footsteps were like stepping on the little Death Eater's heart. Finally, his instinct overcame his fear and he suddenly raised his wand.

"The bones are again..."

"The soul is out of body!"

The raised arm dropped down again, and the light on the tip of the staff dimmed again. The little Death Eater stood there with a dull expression, motionless.

"Sure enough, I'm still not suitable for using this kind of black magic." Kyle looked at his wand, recalling the awkward feeling when he recited the spell just now, and shook his head helplessly.

"Kyle!" Professor McGonagall grabbed her chest and whispered, "What did you do..."

"As you can see, Professor, the Imperius Curse." Kyle said, "He recognized me. If we don't deal with it in advance, the Dark Mark may appear over Hogwarts in the next second."

Professor McGonagall recalled what the little Death Eater had done just now...yes, that was indeed the spell of the Dark Mark.

"What on earth is going on!" She forced herself to calm down and asked: "Why did the director of the Sports Department come to Hogwarts? He united nine school directors to remove me from my position."

"I don't know either." Kyle shrugged.

He was just in class when Principal Armando Dippet suddenly got into the portrait of the ancient rune classroom and told him that someone was causing trouble in the principal's office.

Then Kyle came, and happened to hear the little wizard say something at the door... something that made the whole school miserable.

But he didn't expect that the other party was actually an acquaintance.

When he pretended to be a Death Eater and sneaked into the Heshidry Islands, the man was standing not far in front of him, and Kyle still had some impression of it.

"Oops, Ministry of Magic." Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment and became nervous.

Has the Ministry of Magic been occupied by them?

Professor McGonagall staggered back a few steps, fell into a chair, and clutched the collar of her robe tightly.

Kyle's face also looked a little ugly.

"It's okay, Professor, maybe he was just scaring people. Although I don't know what happened, we can take a look now."

He raised his wand again and pointed it at the Death Eater.

"Legilimency!"

Fortunately, this was not a Death Eater who was good at Occlumency, but it saved Kyle a bottle of Veritaserum.

Memories came in like a flood. Kyle flipped through them quickly. After a moment, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"How..." Professor McGonagall asked nervously.

To be honest, she was a little afraid to look at it.

She couldn't imagine what the British wizarding world would be like if the Ministry of Magic was really captured by Death Eaters.

"It's okay, Professor." Kyle said softly: "The Death Eaters only occupied half of the Ministry of Magic, Minister Amelia Bones is still alive, and the Aurors and Strikers are also on our side."

"Huh..." Professor McGonagall suddenly relaxed and took a few deep breaths.

"That's good...so what happened!"

"I can't explain it in a sentence or two, so you'd better see for yourself." Kyle put the wand on the Death Eater's forehead, pulled it gently, and brought out a wisp of sparkling things.

Professor McGonagall's eyes twitched.

After extracting the memory, coupled with the Imperius Curse and Legilimency just now, Kyle has violated the "Wizard Law" three times in a row in front of her.

It's not against school rules, it's against wizarding law.

Especially the Imperius Curse, which requires a single room in Azkaban.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Kyle seemed to realize that his behavior was not very appropriate, so he stopped what he was doing and forced the memory back.

Then he waved his wand, and a velvet curtain hung from the ceiling out of thin air, just blocking him and Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall has another vein on her forehead.

What is this? Is it trying to hide something?

"Hahaha!"

A burst of laughter came from the wall, and Armando Dippet covered his stomach and laughed so hard.

"I knew it was right to call Kyle. This would be so interesting."

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, "He always has a lot of unexpected ideas, but they work very well."

"Hey, you are an unruly thing." Phineas curled his lips next to him, "Using the Imperius Curse in the principal's office is simply lawless! Such a person is not worthy of being a professor."

"Huh?" Armando Dippet's expression suddenly changed, and he said sullenly: "I called Kyle here, are you questioning my decision?"

After that, without waiting for Phineas to explain, he carried a mace that he pulled out from nowhere, rushed over and gave him a sweeping blow.

"Boom!"

"Ouch!"
To be continued...