"Do you think you still have a chance to return to the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge roared, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore! I promise to stand with you and resist Lord Voldemort. Quickly kill this person who should have died long ago!"
Dumbledore glanced at Fudge, shaking his head with a hint of helplessness.
"Why! I've already agreed to you!"
"Because, for a qualified politician, turning hostile and denying acquaintances is a basic quality," Dumbledore said casually.
Fudge, who had been hit on the forehead by a boomerang, took a deep breath: "How about… how about this? You kill first…"
"Kayson, see him out," Dumbledore said coldly.
"You make me sound like your enforcer or something, it feels strange," Kayson said, though he still naturally picked up Fudge and threw him out of the Headmaster's office.
Barty Crouch showed a relieved smile at the sight: "Thank you."
"You don't need to say thank you, we are in an equal transaction at this moment, aren't we?" Dumbledore replied.
"I will. I still have ways to manipulate The Daily Prophet. Rita Skeeter has already retired, hasn't she? Now my people have stepped from behind the scenes to the forefront, so you can rest assured," Barty Crouch responded.
"That would be best."
"Also, Fudge is very likely to bite wildly like a mad dog. Nowadays, anyone could be his enemy," Barty Crouch explained.
"But that's illogical. What good does making enemies on all sides do him?" Kayson didn't quite understand.
"He was never a qualified politician… May I ask if you can send me back to the Ministry of Magic? As soon as possible!" Barty Crouch said.
"You can choose the fireplace, or have Professor Kayson send you," Dumbledore said.
"I'll trouble you, Professor Kayson," Barty Crouch nodded towards Kayson.
"No problem." Kayson just nodded. After the force field enveloped the two, Barty Crouch disappeared in an instant, while Kayson still stood there obediently.
"...Where is he?" Dumbledore asked.
"He went back to the office," Kayson shrugged, then looked at Dumbledore again: "Why not just eliminate Fudge?"
"Because there's no need. There's no need to eliminate anyone. Without competition, there's no power. Now that the two of them are competing, Hogwarts is a necessary aid for them. If only one of them remains, we can only negotiate with them, or even be manipulated by them," Dumbledore explained.
"Oh… as expected, you strategists have dark hearts," Kayson said, suddenly enlightened.
"Go see Harley," Dumbledore said, stepping out of the Headmaster's office.
Soon, the group arrived at the Medical Wing. All of Harley's wounds had healed, but she was looking at Snape with a strange gaze at that moment.
The latter frowned, somewhat puzzled: "What's wrong with you?"
"Professor, why… am I still… a girl?" Harley asked.
"Perhaps you drank too much of the dose at the time, after all, Kayson didn't follow my instructions to take the medicine in micrograms," Snape explained expressionlessly.
"Then, Professor, when will my antidote be ready?" Harley asked resignedly.
"In a month," Snape said.
"Alright."
Kayson just came to take a look, and after confirming that Harley was fine, he used Ender Teleportation to return to his home on Baker Street.
He appeared directly in Sherlock's bedroom, then walked down to the living room.
"So… how did you appear up there?" John Watson asked, looking at Kayson descending the stairs, utterly bewildered.
"I've recently become obsessed with skydiving, you know," Kayson said, while recalling the layout when he decorated the place. Soon, he went back upstairs and brought down two suitcases.
"What are you doing now?" John Watson didn't understand but respected it.
"You and Sherlock will probably have to leave Britain for a while," Kayson said, somewhat helplessly, like a dutiful spouse, helping John Watson pack his luggage.
"Uh, what do you mean?" John Watson asked, bewildered.
"This means I've made some formidable enemies? Perhaps you need to hide for a while? Going abroad, and certainly leaving all of Europe, is also a good idea," Kayson said, while helping John Watson pack things into the suitcase.
"So… you've gotten involved with terrorists again?" John Watson's expression became strange.
"Apparently, yes," Kayson sighed.
"How long do we have to hide this time?" John Watson sighed.
"Who knows? Two years, three years, four years?" Kayson said casually.
"What the f***!" John Watson resignedly squatted down and helped him pack.
"So? It's starting already?" Sherlock asked, emerging slowly from the toilet, tying his belt.
"Apparently, don't just stand there," Kayson rolled his eyes and said.
"I need an English-speaking society with enough cases," Sherlock didn't immediately start packing. Instead, he picked up a small dart from the table and threw it at the wall.
Whoosh… Bang.
"America? Not impossible," Sherlock shrugged and said.
Soon, the two packed their luggage, booked the nearest flight, and drove towards the airport.
After seeing them off, Kayson also returned to Hogwarts.
It was a busy autumn; not only Dumbledore but also the Professors at Hogwarts were busy.
Of course, some were idle.
For example, Lupin and Sirius, two superfluous people who didn't know where to stay.
"If you really don't know where to go, you can go to the Medical Wing and keep Harley company for a while," Professor McGonagall said somewhat helplessly, looking at these two former students, who at that moment were like old fogies, not knowing where to stand.
"Oh… alright, Professor," Sirius and Lupin walked towards the Medical Wing with their heads down, only to be chased out by Madam Pomfrey.
One of the two, Sirius, who was wandering around Hogwarts with nowhere to go, finally had an idea, slapping his forehead.
"Let's go to Kayson's office!" he said, smashing the light bulb above his head with a slap.
-------------------------------
I've already uploaded 40 chapters of this story on Patreon!
If you enjoy it, come check out the latest chapters in advance.
Here's the link:
[email protected]/DaoistRoeoNQ
Thank you so much for your support!!!
"And If you're enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!"