Chapter 789: Chaos
To be honest, Kyle’s mood had changed drastically since the afternoon when they had danced.
The relaxed feeling had vanished, replaced by nervous tension. Even when Fred and George pulled him onto the stage, he hastily made an excuse and slipped away again.
The situation had changed too suddenly. Before, he hadn’t been worried about what would happen if Voldemort showed up—after all, they had Dumbledore. Even if he wasn’t physically present, Kyle believed he would still arrive in time.
But now, things were different. Ever since that moment in Bathilda’s house, when the dappled sunlight gradually faded, Kyle’s anxiety had reached an entirely new and unprecedented height.
The sun set, and night fell...
Fred and George were the first to light the bonfire. The invited band played with enthusiasm, and the flickering flames cast a glow on everyone’s faces, pushing the atmosphere to another peak.
Kyle sat in an open space not far away, looking tired. For the first time, he felt that Fred and George’s decision was somewhat irresponsible.
It would have been much better if the ball had simply ended there, with everyone going home. That way, at least they’d be safer. Why insist on lighting a bonfire and keeping the celebration going?
Isn’t that just adding unnecessary risk? He sighed quietly.
At that moment, he suddenly felt a weight on his left shoulder, followed by a warm sensation. Turning his head, he saw a phoenix gently pecking at his ear.
"Fawkes?" Kyle blinked in surprise. "Why are you still here?"