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"Dad, I can be the substitute professor for this course, but I have a few requirements."

Dumbledore sat up slightly and said, "Say."

"First," Kyle raised his index finger, "I will not teach them how to resist the harm of dark wizards according to traditional teaching content."

"Since you asked me to be a substitute professor, the content and method of learning must be according to my wishes."

Dumbledore thought for a moment and realized that this request was okay, but of course there was a precondition -

"You can't teach them the dark arts."

Kyle agreed nonchalantly. He had no intention of teaching them black magic.

What Dumbledore didn't know was that what his son was about to teach was much more dangerous than dark magic.

"Second," Kyle tilted his head, "the name of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course is too unlucky. I want to change it."

Although Kyle is not very afraid of Voldemort's curse on this subject, after all, when it comes to the attainments of black magic, is it possible that Voldemort can be stronger than his father Gellert?

But Kyle didn't want to put his small body to fight against Lao Fu's curse.

What if something happens and we end up on the street?

So it's better to change the name.

Dumbledore's face was full of confusion. What kind of request was this?

A hint of excitement flashed in Kyle's eyes, "During my time as a substitute, the name of this course will be changed to "Muggle Art and Appreciation."

As for what kind of art it is?

Just look at what the two Weasley children look like now.

The expression on Dumbledore's face was a little strange. He didn't understand what his son was up to.

"Can."

"The last request," Kyle rubbed his coffee cup with his fingers, "I want two people to be teaching assistants."

He paused and said, "George and Fred."

"The two Weasley brothers? Such a simple request is totally unacceptable..."

Dumbledore was about to agree, but he suddenly remembered what the Weasley brothers had become under Kyle's leadership.

The old man with a white beard shook his head heavily, "No!"

"Don't you think using alchemical firearms for self-defense is a better choice for these students?"

Kyle spread his hands and said, "No matter how well they learn armor protection, they still can't block Avada Kedavra. What's more, many of them don't know how to protect themselves with armor by the fifth grade..."

Dumbledore still shook his head in refusal.

He raised his voice: "I allow you to study those things at Hogwarts because you know what you cannot do, but other students are not as sensible as you."

Kyle shrugged, noncommittal.

"I will only teach them how to use Muggle firearms, but I will not let them possess them, nor will I let them come into contact with the dangerous explosives created by Fred."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

"We can implement separate management of guns and ammunition like the Muggle army."

"In addition, during non-teaching time, the guns and ammunition will be kept in my suitcase, sealed tightly with magic."

Dumbledore said nothing and motioned for Kyle to continue.

"As long as the firearms are equipped with magic that prevents them from being dismantled and stolen, we can ensure that students cannot copy them."

Observing Dumbledore's face, Kyle spread his hands and added:

"No matter how well they learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, you don't think they will be able to resist the Death Eaters when Voldemort comes back in the future, do you?"

Dumbledore sat up straight, complex thoughts flashing through his blue lake-like eyes, and he seriously considered Kyle's suggestion.

Seeing this, Kyle struck while the iron was hot, "If they can learn to use firearms, and master the armor protection spell, they will be the prototype of a modern wizard army..."

"Wizard Army?"

Dumbledore suddenly stopped thinking. He looked up at the eager little devil in front of him, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

"Kyle Grindelwald, tell me, is your real purpose to build an army?"

Generally speaking, when your mother calls you by your full name, it means something is seriously wrong with you.

Kyle smiled coquettishly, "Um... Dad, listen to my quibbles!"

…

Ten minutes later, Kyle came out of the principal's office with a letter of employment.

At Kyle's request, the job title on the employment letter was "Professor of Muggle Art Appreciation."

As for the original anti-dark magic...then the class can only be suspended.

Although I really wanted to go to the Gryffindor common room and announce the good news to the two fire madmen that they had been honored to be selected as assistant teachers, but considering the time now——

Three o'clock in the morning.

Kyle gave up this plan.

It's better to go back to the common room and sleep at this point.

Since the crisis in Hogwarts has been resolved, the students who have been sleeping in the Great Hall for several nights have been allowed to return to their common rooms.

The Slytherin students also returned.

There is also a basilisk wandering outside, but the passage from their common room to the secret room has been tightly sealed by several professors working together to cast magic.

A detection circle has also been set up in the common room. If there is any movement in the blocked secret passage, the professors will know it immediately.

So it is very safe for them to stay in the dormitory.

Early the next morning, the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic arrived at Hogwarts early.

They brought Hagrid back too.

In addition to Aurors and Hagrid, Hogwarts also welcomed another uninvited guest-Lucius Malfoy.

Kyle happened to meet him at the gate of the castle after returning from his morning jog. His expression looked furious.

A bandaged house elf followed behind him fearfully.

Harry chased after him with a pair of smelly socks.

A dangerous light flashed in Kyle's eyes. Did he say before that he wanted to find someone to remove Lucius's three legs?

Ignoring the love-hate relationship between the Potter and Malfoy families, Kyle took a few steps forward and came to Dumbledore who was standing at the door of the auditorium.

"Professor, how can you tolerate such a fly jumping in front of you?"

Dumbledore wanted to reach out and rub Kyle's hair, but Kyle was dodged.

He could only sigh helplessly, "Violence cannot solve all problems..."

"But violence can solve most problems," Kyle curled his lips, "As long as I reveal Grindelwald's last name, I will definitely scare the shit out of him."

He did not deliberately lower his voice, and several students passing by heard his words.

Of course, because of the Ministry of Magic's blockade, they didn't know what the surname Grindelwald meant.

The only exception was Little Beaver, the top student. She remembered that she had heard the surname Grindelwald somewhere.

Hearing Kyle's words, Dumbledore's face looked a little confused.

After looking around and finding that there was no one else, Dumbledore spoke:

"Kyle, we've talked about this before. It's a little too early for you to reveal your real surname now."

Kyle shrugged nonchalantly.

At present, his strength is not enough to join the T0 level in the magic world, but there is no big problem in self-preservation.

Moreover, the saints under his father have begun to be active in the magic world again, so there is no need to deliberately hide his real surname.

Of course, he would not be so stupid as to tell everyone he was the son of Grindelwald.

Dumbledore smiled pleasantly and said, "Lucius won't be able to dance for long. I have contacted other school directors and plan to expel him from the board of directors."

A burst of hurried footsteps sounded outside the hall. Kyle turned around and saw that Harry had returned with an extremely ugly house elf.

The smelly socks on his hands were gone. Did he exchange the smelly socks with Lucius for a house elf?

Dumbledore patted Kyle on the shoulder and said, "Go to the celebration. You are the hero who defended Hogwarts."