"Professor, why are you suddenly smiling?" Draco asked.
Kayson shrugged: "I'm just relieved. I'm also very happy that you recognize yourself as an independent individual, that you possess an independent self."
"I know that people from your family background will undoubtedly be more thoughtful and have more psychological pressure than their peers, but please always remember that this pressure is always subjectively perceived by you, not objectively existing."
"When you feel upset by the illusory contemptuous glances of others, you just need to... find your true self, treat others like eggplants and cabbages, and you'll be able to get rid of eighty percent of the world's psychological troubles."
Draco looked up: "What about the other twenty percent?"
"Those are objectively existing troubles. Eighteen percent can be solved with money, and the remaining two percent can only be solved with power," Kayson explained.
"Professor? What kind of pressure do you think I have?"
"Pressure from the House of Malfoy. Are you afraid that after Mr. Lucius Malfoy hands over the family authority to you, you won't be able to lead the House of Malfoy to prosperity?" Kayson casually mentioned a common concern among Slytherin Pure-blood Little Wizards.
"Professor? Can you say something else?"
"...Face? Your little rivalry with Harry and them?"
Draco nodded: "Professor, what do you think I should do? Our disputes are almost constant, but..."
"You want to stop?"
"Not at all. If possible, I'd like to fight them my whole life," Draco said seriously.
.....Kayson was silent for a moment. He had initially thought that Draco was tired of these disputes and wanted to end them but was afraid of losing face. He hadn't expected this... outcome.
However, this outcome was quite good. Draco, along with his three Little Wizards companions, Goyle, Crabbe, and Pansy, and on the other side, Harry, Neville, Ron, and Hermione.
It just so happened that they were all three males and one female, and it was four against four, which could be considered fair.
He had a rough assessment of the magical abilities of both sides. Draco's side consisted of children from Pure-blood families, who had been immersed in various dark curses since childhood, while the four Little Wizards of Gryffindor on the other side were also one naughtier than the next.
These two groups were basically the lively high-level combatants of their year.
Of course, it wasn't to say that there were no other high-level combatants in their year, just that they weren't as active.
Moreover, just as Professor McGonagall had said before, equally matched competition could quickly help Little Wizards improve, as long as the combat power on both sides was balanced and not a one-sided bullying.
Kayson was still very happy to see back-and-forth magical duels. This could also be considered their contribution to the Wizarding world, where high-end combat power was becoming increasingly scarce.
After all, he had flown half the globe with Grindelwald before, and he had learned from Grindelwald what the Wizard combat power was like in their era, and what the Wizard combat power was like now....
So....
"Then you can fight them. However, your four-person group—you, Pansy, Goyle, and Crabbe—can only cause trouble for Harry, Neville, Ron, and Hermione. Of course, I'd also be very happy if you dared to draw your wand against a stronger opponent."
"But if you draw your wand against a weaker opponent, I might consider making you grind diamond blocks into diamond powder. And this classification of 'stronger' and 'weaker' is roughly categorized in my mind. Don't think about using sophistry to turn a weak person into a strong one. I won't demand evidence from you on this matter, after all, I am not the Wizengamot."
"Also, there must be absolutely no humiliation. Even if you cut off Harry's arm, don't utter any insulting words!" Kayson added.
Kayson didn't forget to draw a line for Draco at the end of his words.
Conflict with a stronger opponent was acceptable, but if they dared to draw their wand against a weaker opponent, Kayson wouldn't hesitate to round them all up and deal with them one by one in his office.
Also, physical harm was acceptable, but psychological harm was not.
"Okay, okay." Draco nodded like a pecking chick, as if remembering the dark days dominated by redstone.
"Hmmph... Is there anything else?" Kayson asked.
Draco quickly shook his head, said goodbye, and was about to retreat.
"By the way, Draco, whatever responsibilities and obligations your family places upon you, that is a family matter for the House of Malfoy. But as an outsider, a Professor, I sincerely hope that you can stick to your true self. You are always Draco, not some symbol forced upon you by others."
"Of course, I am an outsider, so if you think what I'm saying is nonsense, turning around, cursing me, and running out of the classroom is also fine. I'm not Severus; I won't deduct points from you," Kayson finally instructed.
Draco stopped his departure, turned his head, and looked at Kayson: "Thank you for being willing to tell me so much."
As Draco left, Kayson let out a long sigh of relief. Having straightened out this young master, his small group of friends would also be passively straightened out.
Kayson didn't have a very deep understanding of Pansy yet, but Goyle and Crabbe were constantly under Draco's influence.
So this conversation involved one person, but had an effect on four people, but these four people were only affected in terms of behavior, not psychologically...
As for the psychological aspect, he still needed to find opportunities to continue reaching out to the other three, perhaps through detention, or perhaps by chance encounters...
"Oh, right! And those four!"
Kayson suddenly realized that he had just suggested that Draco could continue to oppose Harry and his friends. So, according to Draco's personality of climbing up any stick he saw, he was probably already in the 'person-seeking' stage.
"I need to quickly remind them to be careful of wands suddenly extended from the shadows!" He quickly wrote a letter and handed it to an automatically navigating flying puppet, which would use name magic to find the closest person among the four Little Wizards of Gryffindor.
"Phew... All's well that ends well. Madam Pomfrey will suffer a bit, and I'll take the blame."
Kayson finally leaned back on the sofa, carefree. He could foresee a terrifying storm of blood and gore erupting in Hogwarts.
Madam Pomfrey was going to scold him.
And Sirius, who had successfully found Crookshanks last night and spent the night 'dog-talking-to-cat' in the Gryffindor common room, finally caught up on his sleep. He came down and heard Kayson's murmuring, immediately targeted the drone, and charged out.
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