The next day…
Kasenhis somehow woke up unusually early.
Alright, not because he took the wrong potion—it was because he had a whole night of beautiful dreams.
He dreamed that the Weasley twins pulled off something huge, a Flux contamination that straight-up wiped out the entire Hogwarts castle.
All the students and professors were forced to hold classes in Camp Half-Blood [Camp Half-Blood refers to living in the woods with slizy tents and dirty bunkbeds IYKYK.]
At that moment, he descended like a god, awakened the Creative Mode mod, and in a single day hand-built a structure even more magnificent than Hogwarts. [a/n: Creative Mode here is purely for building, not overpowered… and it might not even appear in this story.]
But just now, when he opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of his bedroom, he felt… hmm…
A bit of regret?
"Uh… my sins, my sins. Merlin forgive me." Kasenhis muttered as he went downstairs, looking at the Weasley twins, who had already built a pile of arcane machines and were busy cleaning up the Flux.
"You two really are something. The most basic Ring of Ascension blew up into Flux the moment you made it, but these advanced arcane machines—you hand-built so many overnight without a single issue… what a bizarre talent… and that Flux explosion last night, you sure it wasn't intentional?" Kasenhis sat directly on one of the Flux-clearing machines and asked.
"Of course not, Professor. That was probably just because it was our first time—we didn't have the feel for it yet. We got the hang of it afterward," George said a bit awkwardly.
After saying that, the two of them sped up their Flux-clearing efforts, while Kasenhis sat at his desk, tore off two leave notes, signed them, gave the twins a few instructions, and left the classroom, heading toward Professor McGonagall's office.
But in the end, he stopped outside her office with a strange expression. The reason was simple—the place inside was in complete chaos.
He pressed his ear against the door, but before he could hear anything clearly, he felt a force slam into it, and the door smacked straight into his face.
"Damn—" Kasenhis was hit hard enough to stagger back two steps. Grindelwald finally pushed the door open. There was a hint of panic in his eyes at first, probably thinking he had run into a student.
But when he saw it was Kasenhis, he instantly relaxed and left without a second thought.
"The fuck, aren't you going to apologize?" Kasenhis raised a middle finger at Grindelwald's back.
"Oh, sorry. Didn't see you earlier. Ai mu sao rui. I apologize." Grindelwald suddenly turned around, took off his hat, and put on a show as he spoke.
"Next time, try doing fewer things that need apologizing for!" Kasenhis raised a second middle finger, then walked into Professor McGonagall's office.
"Professor McGonagall, here are the Weasley twins' leave notes." He placed the notes on the desk, then plopped down in the chair opposite her, looking around the office.
"What are you looking at?" McGonagall asked.
"I thought you and Grindelwald were fighting," Kasenhis said after spinning his chair around and facing Professor McGonagall again.
"You're overestimating me," McGonagall shook her head helplessly. "It's a disagreement over curriculum. Grindelwald believes that now that Voldemort has returned, students should be taught more practical, more powerful, and more efficient high-impact Dark Magic."
"Hmm… desperate times call for desperate measures. Protecting oneself is understandable," Kasenhis said.
"That's what I thought as well. When he was teaching those obscure and sinister Dark spells before, I didn't say anything, because most of them have counter-curses. Even without one, a trip to the infirmary or St Mungo's would have them discharged in less than a week."
"But this morning, he actually taught fifth-year students the Killing Curse and the Cruciatus Curse! Is that something a professor should be doing?!" McGonagall said angrily.
"So that's what you were arguing about?" Kasenhis asked.
"Of course not." Grindelwald had somehow returned without anyone noticing. It looked like he had just lost the previous round of arguing with McGonagall, gone out for a drink of water to moisten his throat, and come back for round two.
"Death Eaters use the Killing Curse. Death Eaters use the Cruciatus Curse. They use those so-called unforgivable, evil spells of yours to slaughter innocent wizards."
"And I teach those same powerful spells—ones that can stand against Death Eaters—to innocent wizards so they can fight back with everything they have, and you object?"
"When someone comes at me with a knife to kill me, am I not allowed to use a knife to defend myself?"
Grindelwald stood directly behind Kasenhis, bracing one hand on the back of his chair as he launched into his argument.
"What you're saying is pure sophistry, Professor Grindelwald. You should know that if someone wants to kill, even the most basic Levitation Charm can do it. You of all people should know—Mr. Neville Longbottom has quite some experience with that."
"Even with so many harmless ways to take a life, you still think the Killing Curse is the better choice?" Professor McGonagall said with a frown.
Caught between the two, Kasenhis felt a long-lost sensation.
Small, pitiful, and helpless.
"Oh, I really don't understand you. You reject the Killing Curse simply because it requires killing intent, believing that such power will corrupt a wizard's mind, correct?"
"Then let me ask you this!"
"Right now, there are two ways to kill someone. The first is to release a flash of green light, letting the target die painlessly, without even feeling anything."
"The second is to use magic to lift the enemy up and violently smash them into the ground, turning them into a bloody pulp. Tell me—which method is more brutal? Which one requires more twisted killing intent?"
"You haven't seen Neville Longbottom use the Levitation Charm on Draco Malfoy, but I have. I was absolutely stunned at the time!"
"I'm just curious—how did Longbottom come up with such a creative attack method? He doesn't seem like a psychopath to me!" Grindelwald stared straight into McGonagall's eyes.
Meanwhile, the real culprit sat in the chair in front of him, guiltily rubbing his chin.
"Well, it's not like Neville using the Levitation Charm offensively is wrong. Arthur Weasley also likes to use magic to tear his enemies apart," Kasenhis said faintly.
"Shut up!" McGonagall and Grindelwald roared in unison at Kasenhis for making such sarcastic remarks.
"Okay…" Kasenhis replied, looking wronged.
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