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The people from St. Mungo's arrived quickly.
Several wizards in healer's uniforms, wands in hand, rushed to the second floor in a panic.
"Merlin... the werewolf, what on earth happened here!" An older witch clutched her chest, saying incredulously.
"That's what we want to ask too," Professor Kettleburn stepped forward, his expression serious. "It almost bit two young wizards just now, right here, in St. Mungo's.
Ha, this is the biggest joke in the wizarding world."
"Sir... we..." A middle-aged wizard wiped the sweat from his brow, his expression flustered. "There must be some misunderstanding here, we'll definitely find out."
"Misunderstanding?" Kyle laughed in exasperation. "This is your explanation?!"
If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, and if there hadn't been two professors nearby, who knows how things would have turned out.
Even if he was lucky enough to escape, what about the boy, and all the patients in the surrounding rooms? Could they all have escaped?
"I will report this to the Ministry of Magic," Kyle said coldly. "Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, let them investigate."
"The Ministry of Magic… this…"
"No need!"
At this moment, a tall, thin witch with a serious expression stepped out from behind the group. She gave the middle-aged wizard a cold look, and he immediately lowered his head.
"I have already notified the Ministry of Magic; their people will be here soon. Furthermore, I will give you an explanation for this matter."
"You are…" Kyle asked, puzzled.
For a moment, he thought it was Professor McGonagall, because the two looked so alike, both in appearance and serious expression.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Margaret Sassia," the witch said earnestly. "I am also the headmistress of the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries."
Dean Sassia was a capable witch; after making her decision, she immediately had the dying werewolf taken away.
Thanks to the werewolf's vigorous vitality, it wasn't dead, but it was close.
"For some reason, its life is more valuable," Dean Sassia explained. "I hope you understand." Kyle nodded.
With Hagrid and Professor Kettleburn there, he wasn't afraid of any underhanded tactics.
"Thank you for your understanding."
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Three minutes later, the Ministry of Magic arrived.
Leading the group was Minister Cornelius Fudge, followed by a group of Aurors and a witch in a pink coat.
Fudge looked at the large pool of blood on the ground, a flicker of panic in his eyes.
"Good heavens... a werewolf that can transform at will... Merlin by the eye... how is this possible... I mean, why is this happening?"
"We're still investigating, Minister," Dean Sassia said calmly. "If you're worried, you can come along."
"Alright, I mean we'll help."
"Where's the werewolf?"
At that moment, an Auror approached; he looked like an old lion. His brown hair and thick eyebrows were streaked with gray, and behind his gold-rimmed glasses were a pair of sharp eyes.
Dean Sassia called a healer and led him to the room where the werewolf was.
Fudge walked to Kyle's side and asked absentmindedly, "Child, how are you?"
"I'm fine. Two professors happened to be nearby."
Kyle noticed that Fudge's eyes kept glancing to the side, as if he was thinking about something.
"Child, is it possible that you've mistaken something?" Fudge chose his words carefully, then said meaningfully, "Perhaps the one who attacked you was just an Animagus in wolf form, not a werewolf..."
"You want me to lie?" Kyle said.
"Lying...no, no, no, how can this be a lie?"
Fudge took off his top hat, his eyes flashing, and said, "You're still young, you've never seen a werewolf before, it's normal to mistake one."
"I'm not mistaken," Kyle said, feigning seriousness. "We just learned about werewolves last semester."
"Then you must be mistaken,"
Kyle said, his expression unchanged. "I got first place in my grade on the final exams, and all my subjects were perfect. I can't be wrong."
Fudge gripped the brim of his hat tightly, his tone growing impatient.
"But everyone knows that werewolves only transform during a full moon, not during the day.
If this false information gets out, many people will panic."
The last sentence is the key point, Kyle thought to himself.
But before he could speak, the witch in the pink coat behind Fudge approached.
"Child, I've discovered you've violated the Ministry of Magic's rules by using magic outside of school."
Umbridge glanced at Fudge and said in a cloyingly sweet voice, "According to the rules, we have to punish you."
"I violated the rules?" Kyle said incredulously.
"Isn't it obvious?" Umbridge looked smugly at the wand in Kyle's hand. "Child, there's no use in arguing. The Aurors will soon find out which spells you used.
If it's more than three… then I'm sorry, you probably won't be going to Hogwarts this year."
Seeing Kyle's shocked expression, Umbridge was extremely pleased; she loved this feeling.
Moreover, she was no longer satisfied with her current position; she wanted to climb higher and gain more power, so naturally she wouldn't miss any opportunity to curry favor with the Minister.
He was just a second-year student.
There were some things the Minister couldn't do, but she was happy to do for him.
Kyle couldn't keep up the act any longer and said coldly, "You're going to expel me?"
"It's the Ministry of Magic's policy," Umbridge said with a forced smile.
Throughout this process, Fudge stood to the side, seemingly very interested in his hat.
Kyle's face grew colder, and he narrowed his eyes as he said, "So the Ministry of Magic means I should have just stood there and let the werewolf bite me, right?"
"You could have run," Umbridge said with a fake smile. "The stairs were right there; you could have run to a crowd and asked for help. Why use magic?"
Kyle took a deep breath, gripping his wand tightly, barely suppressing the urge to cast Avada Kedavra on her.
Race against a werewolf?
Even Lockhart couldn't have written such an absurd plot.
Seeing that Kyle remained silent, Umbridge became even more smug. She cleared her throat and said, "Of course, if you..."
"I'm not late, am I?"
Footsteps sounded again on the stairs. Dumbledore didn't even glance at Umbridge, but went straight to Kyle and said, "I was just about to go to France, but I rushed over as soon as I heard the news. Are you injured?"
"No, Headmaster," Kyle smiled. "But this... unknown passerby from the Ministry of Magic said I used magic outside of school and wants to expel me."
"Don't worry, Kyle, expelling students is the headmaster's prerogative,"
Dumbledore said gently. "If they insist, I will attend the hearing with you.
I remember clearly that even a young wizard who hasn't graduated can use magic in a life-threatening situation. Your actions are perfectly justified."
"I'll go too," Professor Kettleburn said.
Hagrid: "Me too."
"Me too."
Dean Sassia stepped forward, looking at Umbridge with a playful tone, "Lady passerby, if that werewolf awakens, would you be willing to have a contest with it to prove your earlier claim?
If you can escape from it without magic, Albus will have no reason to stop you from expelling this student."
[End of the chapter]