Chapter 653: Kyle Was Taken Away
When Kyle completed his patrol of the eighth floor and returned to the corridor, the wall where the Room of Requirement had been was bare, as if it had never existed.
By then, the other patrols had finished their rounds as well. Unsurprisingly, no one had found anything of note.
Some individuals were more disgruntled than others—Montague and Filch, in particular.
"I know they were up to something tonight," Filch grumbled as he stomped onto the eighth floor. "Peeves was causing a ruckus down on the first floor. I heard him yelling."
"And did you catch anyone?" Kyle asked calmly.
"No," Filch admitted, his face twisting in frustration. "By the time I got there, they were gone. But I found plenty of footprints—at least a dozen!"
"But we can't catch anyone based on footprints, Mr. Filch," Kyle said, his tone light but pointed. "Unless, of course, you're willing to confiscate everyone's shoes and compare them one by one."
Filch's expression soured even further. He let out an irritated snort, then turned sharply on his heel and stomped downstairs without another word.
Kyle shook his head. "What bad manners," he muttered under his breath.
Montague, on the other hand, had taken a far quieter approach. Though clearly frustrated by the fruitless search, he kept his displeasure to himself, standing silently at the back of the group and doing his best to blend into the background.
"Well, don't let this discourage you," Kyle said, addressing the group. "It's only the first day. It's perfectly normal not to have any results yet. As long as those rule-breakers keep pushing their luck, we'll catch them eventually."