Chapter 830: Unreliable Nicolas
Vinda Rosier didn’t even spare Kyle a glance before she began dispelling the Fiendfyre to save Grindelwald. Kyle didn’t hesitate either. The moment she turned away, he mounted his Broomstick and shot off without looking back.
He had considered hitting Rosier from behind while she was distracted, but after thinking it through, he decided it wasn’t worth the risk. He couldn’t be sure he could kill her—even with help from the Basilisk.
If she survived, she’d likely deal with him first. Then everything would go back to square one, and his effort in igniting Nurmengard would be rendered meaningless.
Besides, if Grindelwald really were to die in the Fiendfyre, Kyle would end up being hunted endlessly... These people were far more dangerous than Death Eaters. No matter how he looked at it, the trade-off just wasn’t worth it.
Better to end the game here—chalk it up as a win.
As for what came next... as long as he could bring Dumbledore back, he could hand the mess over to him. Kyle only got involved with Rosier and the others to save him—it was Dumbledore’s responsibility to deal with the fallout.
"Stop!" Tinos had originally wanted to stop Kyle, but a stream of Fiendfyre suddenly drifted in another direction, slowly curling toward the wizards still lying on the ground. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and abandon the chase, turning to save the others instead.
With no one pursuing him anymore, Kyle flew to higher ground and pushed his Firebolt to full speed.
About ten minutes later, spellfire lit up behind him again... It looked like the group he had tricked had returned. But at the same time, Kyle sensed that a lingering kind of magical restraint around him had suddenly vanished.
A split second before the spell hit, Kyle smiled slightly—and vanished into thin air.
Apparition.
When he reappeared, the scenery had changed from forest to towering peaks—it seemed he’d landed in a mountain range.