Chapter 787: Dumbledore’s Purpose
Because there were still matters to attend to, Professors McGonagall and Sprout left early, just before noon.
Mr. Weasley also had to return to the Ministry earlier than planned due to urgent business.
With the Ministry of Magic only recently rebuilt, it was an exceptionally busy time. The fact that they had managed to take even half a day off was already quite difficult.
As Moody was preparing to leave, Kyle caught up with him first and asked, "Alastor, are you certain that Bathilda is really herself?"
"I can’t guarantee there’s absolutely no problem," Moody’s magical blue eye spun quickly as he spoke. "But so far, I haven’t found anything suspicious. She hasn’t had anything to drink for nearly three hours, so we can rule out Polyjuice Potion. As for the Imperius Curse... with Dumbledore here, there’s nothing she could do."
With that, Moody hobbled past the protective enchantments, then Disapparated.
"Yes, with Dumbledore around, there really isn’t much to worry about," Kyle muttered.
Still, being stared at the whole time was hardly comfortable. After thinking it over for a moment, he decided to clear things up.
He walked up to Bathilda, but before he could even open his mouth, the old witch immediately scolded him:
"Why are you still here!"
"What?" Kyle was caught off guard. He had no idea what she meant... why shouldn’t he be here?