Chapter 711: Kyle’s Decision
As the chaos outside gradually subsided, Kyle and the others escorted Mr. Fortescue out of the shadowy depths of Knockturn Alley.
The battle was over. All the Death Eaters had been captured—25 in total, an unusually large number for such an operation. It was evident they had arrived in Diagon Alley with some grand scheme in mind. Beyond attempting to abduct a few shopkeepers, they had likely been planning something far more significant.
But whatever their plan had been, it was now completely foiled.
Scrimgeour was busy tallying the casualties among the Aurors, while Sirius, Mr. Weasley, and other members of the Order of the Phoenix who had come to assist were counting the captured Death Eaters and collecting their wands.
"This is quite a victory!" Fred exclaimed with a grin. "Thanks to your information, Kyle, You-Know-Who must be absolutely furious this time."
"I told you, it wasn't me who provided the information," Kyle replied, his tone serious. "It was an anonymous, righteous wizard."
Kyle preferred to avoid taking credit for such incidents. With his increasing value as a target for Voldemort, he knew the Dark Lord might one day come after him personally. For his own safety, he thought it best to remain in the shadows.
When they reached the entrance of the Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, Kyle turned to Mr. Fortescue.
"Mr. Fortescue, do you have any idea why the Death Eaters would want to capture you?"
"That's what I want to know," Fortescue replied, baffled. He shook his head in disbelief. How could an ice cream vendor like him become a target for the Death Eaters? Surely, it wasn't for his ice cream recipe. Even if that were the case, sending more than 20 Death Eaters after it seemed absurd.
If they had asked nicely, he would've willingly shared his recipes, for any flavor they wanted. The whole ordeal made no sense.