The commotion in the Forbidden Forest the previous night clearly hadn't caused too much of a stir within Hogwarts.
The vast majority of students were unaware that anything had happened. Even if some had noticed the strange phenomenon of the sky lighting up with fire over the forest last night, they wouldn't have taken it to heart.
Ever since Fred developed his Explosive Clay, loud bangs would ring out from the direction of the Forbidden Forest every now and then.
The students were used to it.
What the students actually cared about was something else entirely—the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had changed.
A notice had been posted on the bulletin board outside the Great Hall: Professor Quirrell had resigned due to poor health. From today until the end of the term, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes would be covered by Professor Snape.
In reality, Quirrell wasn't just in poor health; he was "no longer with us."
Dumbledore's Ultimate Light Arrow: Storm had directly evaporated Quirrell.
Snape, who had always longed to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, had finally gotten his wish. He should be very happy.
But the little lions of Gryffindor were not so happy. Originally, they only had one Potions class a week where they had to see the Old Bat's sour face.
But now, there were two additional Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.
When Kyle brought the two little girls to the Great Hall, he found the Gryffindor long table engulfed in wails of despair.
The little badgers of Hufflepuff, however, remained completely calm inside.
Snape targeting Gryffindor was the little lions' problem; Hufflepuff had absolutely nothing to fear.
This was because their Head of House, Professor Sprout, was the largest supplier of herbs at Hogwarts.
The vast majority of potion ingredients used in Snape's Potions classes were produced in those large greenhouses outside the castle.
Otherwise, the meager amount of ingredients they bought in Diagon Alley before the start of term wouldn't be enough to support the consumption of even two Potions classes.
Aside from basic ingredients, Snape also had to ask Professor Sprout for certain high-level herbs.
for the sake of the potion ingredients, although Snape wouldn't exactly be pleasant to Hufflepuff, he at least wouldn't pull a long face at anyone other than a certain Little Demon King.
A soundproof barrier was erected beside the Hufflepuff table.
The surrounding students were already accustomed to these "Father-Worriers" gathering together to whisper.
"So, the person who fought us last night was Professor Quirrell?" George asked, somewhat amazed.
Since Quirrell had already kicked the bucket, there was no longer any need to keep Dumbledore's Savior-training plan a secret.
Of course, it still had to be kept secret from the Savior trio themselves.
"To be precise, it was Voldemort," Kyle stated his identity directly. "He was possessing the back of Quirrell's head."
Upon hearing that name, a trace of panic appeared on Cedric's face. "How is that possible? Wasn't You-Know-Who already..."
Fred shook his head. "It is impossible for such a powerful wizard to die so easily."
"My parents firmly believe that one day he will make a comeback." George's expression was also solemn.
"There is no need to doubt the truth of this matter; Dumbledore said it himself."
Penelope, who came from a Muggle family, didn't have much fear of Voldemort.
When she received her Hogwarts acceptance letter and stepped into the wizarding world for the first time, Voldemort had already been toppled for several years.
She was lucky enough to have missed that era of terror.
She had only read about Voldemort's deeds in A History of Magic.
"So, you're saying that last night you guys went fifty-fifty with Voldemort? Does that mean each of you is equivalent to one-quarter of a Voldemort?"
Penelope's words caused a brief silence within the soundproof barrier. Then, a burst of excited cheering suddenly erupted inside.
"Penelope, you're a genius!" Fred grinned excitedly.
George respectfully served Penelope a glass of pumpkin juice. "Senior, please enjoy!"
Taking the pumpkin juice George offered, Penelope leaned forward slightly, her beautiful eyes locking firmly onto Kyle across the table.
"No matter how incompetent Quirrell was, he was still a professor. Is your strength already that impressive?"
Kyle shrugged. "You aren't looking at what my last name is."
He currently had two last names: one was Dumbledore, and the other, unknown to the public, was Grindelwald.
Either of these surnames was capable of causing a sensation in the wizarding world.
"Alright, alright, I know you're amazing, Little Dumbledore." Penelope deliberately emphasized the word "Little."
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Where am I small? That thing of mine is very big, do you want me to take it out and show you?"
After being teased by Penelope so many times, Kyle had now learned to fight back.
Penelope was not, after all, the "Mount Akina Speed Queen" skilled in drifting through dirty jokes; faced with Kyle's retort, she was immediately defeated.
And Kyle wasn't wrong; his Phoenix's Vow was indeed very big.
When it was forged, its length was adapted to fit Kyle as an adult.
For Kyle, whose physical age was currently only twelve, it was indeed a bit too large.
After finishing breakfast, Kyle walked out of the castle, crossed the lawn outside, and headed toward the hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Thanks to the physical constitution and recovery abilities granted by his giant blood, when Hagrid woke up—even though he still looked a bit miserable—Madam Pomfrey had already announced he could be discharged.
With injuries like that, if it were anyone else, Madam Pomfrey would have absolutely insisted they stay for continued treatment.
But since it was Hagrid...
Oh, a half-giant? Never mind then, just drink more hot water.
Arriving at the wooden door, Kyle raised his hand and knocked. The barking of the bootlicker Fang immediately rang out from inside.
The door creaked open, but it wasn't Hagrid's large, hairy face that appeared in the crack, but Harry.
"Hi, Kyle." The Savior stepped aside to open the door.
Kyle wasn't very surprised to run into the Savior trio here. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Kyle sat down on a stool.
"Hagrid, did you not learn the Eight Inner Gates Formation I sent you last Christmas?"
Hearing Kyle's words, a look of shame appeared on Hagrid's face.
"Eight Inner Gates Formation? What's that?" Hermione asked curiously.
"A type of Forbidden Technique that allows the body to gain powerful strength for a short period of time," Kyle spread his hands. "Once opened, it allows you to easily engage in hand-to-hand combat with an adult dragon."
Hearing the words "Forbidden Technique," the little beaver's eyes instantly went wide.
"Forbidden Technique!? Anything called a Forbidden Technique usually consumes a massive amount of the user's energy! Or causes extreme harm or even death to the user!"
She scrutinized Kyle sternly. "How could you let Hagrid learn something so dangerous!"
Kyle leaned against the wall behind a cage, wearing an indifferent expression. "The acquisition of power is never without a price."
The little beaver opened her mouth to refute him, but Kyle continued speaking:
"As a half-giant, Hagrid's physique is strong enough. He can completely minimize the damage the Eight Inner Gates causes to the body."
"Furthermore, I developed this Forbidden Technique. I am fully aware of its side effects, but at the same time, I am aware of how much it helps Hagrid. It can be said that it was tailor-made for him."
He tilted his head and looked at a certain naive little beaver. "The Forbidden Forest is so dangerous. Do you expect that every time Hagrid encounters danger, he'll just happen to run into us being nearby?"
After being shut down by Kyle, the little beaver didn't know what to say for a moment.
Harry and Ron, standing on the side, also didn't know what to say.
They had absolutely no concept of things like Forbidden Techniques; they didn't understand it, but they thought it sounded awesome.
Hearing that the Eight Inner Gates was tailor-made for him, Hagrid's eyes turned red, and tears of regret swirled in his sockets.
Hagrid's greatest hobby was magical creatures, especially those tall and fierce ones.
He wasn't very interested in knowledge outside of magical creatures, so when he discovered that what Kyle had sent him was a learning method for some kind of magic, he had cast it aside.
"I'm sorry, Kyle. I shouldn't have been lazy. Otherwise, you and George wouldn't have gotten hurt."
Watching Hagrid start to blubber, Kyle felt a headache coming on. There was no other reason than the fact that it was simply too hard on the eyes.
"Stop crying. What does a four-meter-tall man look like weeping like that? Once your injuries are healed, start learning the Eight Inner Gates."
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