The next day...
Kayson woke up early, as if he had taken the wrong medicine.
Well, it wasn't the wrong medicine; he had a wonderful dream all night.
He dreamed that the Weasley Twins caused a big commotion, and a curse wave pollution sent the entire Hogwarts Castle away.
All the Little Wizardss and Professors could only attend classes in Ye Feng's mansion. [Ye Feng's mansion refers to a camp without a roof or walls]
Just then, he descended like a god, awakening the God of Creation module, and in one day, he hand-crafted a module even grander than Hogwarts. [The God of Creation module is purely a construction module, not overpowered... and may not even appear in this book.]
However, just now, he opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of his bedroom, feeling a strange sense of... emmm...
Pity?
"Ugh, my sin, my sin, Merlin forgive me." Kayson mumbled as he went downstairs and looked at the Weasley Twins, who had already created a large number of mysterious machines and were clearing the curse waves.
"No wonder you're busy. The most basic Cloud Ring explodes with curse waves when you make it, but then you hand-crafted so many of these advanced mysterious machines overnight without any problems... What a strange talent... And were your curse waves last night really not intentionally exploded?" Kayson asked, sitting directly on a curse wave destruction machine.
"Of course not, Professor. Maybe it was just a lack of feel the first time; we slowly got the hang of it afterward," George said, somewhat embarrassed.
After they finished speaking, they continued to speed up the curse wave destruction, while Kayson sat at the office desk, tearing two leave slips for them. After signing them and giving the Twins a few instructions, he left the classroom and walked towards Professor McGonagall's office.
However, he eventually stopped outside Professor McGonagall's office door with a strange expression. The reason was simple: the office inside was in chaos.
He pressed his ear to the door, and before he could hear clearly, he felt a force applied to the door, which then slammed heavily into his face.
"Holy crap!" Kayson was hit hard by the door and quickly stepped back two paces. Grindelwald finally pushed the door open. Originally, there was a hint of panic in his eyes, perhaps thinking he had bumped into a Little Wizards.
But upon seeing that it was Kayson he had bumped into, he instantly relaxed and left without the slightest hesitation.
"Uh, aren't you going to apologize to me?" Kayson gave Grindelwald's back a middle finger.
"Oh, my apologies, I didn't see you earlier, I'm so sorry. I apologize to you." Grindelwald suddenly turned around, took off his top hat, and said in a theatrical manner.
"Remember to apologize less in the future!" Kayson put up a second middle finger, then walked into Professor McGonagall's office.
"Professor McGonagall, these are the Weasley Twins' leave slips." He first placed their leave slips on the desk, then plonked himself down opposite Professor McGonagall, surveying the office inside and out.
"What are you looking at?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"I thought you and Grindelwald were fighting," Kayson said, turning his chair around to face Professor McGonagall again.
"You think too highly of me," Professor McGonagall shook her head helplessly. "It's a disagreement about the curriculum. Grindelwald believes that with Lord Voldemort's return, students should be taught some more practical, more powerful, and easier, more convenient high-power Dark Arts."
"Hmm... Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures, and self-protection is understandable," Kayson said.
"I agree. I didn't say anything when he taught those dark and sinister Dark Arts before, because most of them had counter-curses, and even if they didn't, sending them to the infirmary or St. Mungos meant they'd be discharged within a week."
"But this morning, he actually taught fifth-year Little Wizardss Avada Kedavra and Crucio! Is that what a Professor should do?!" Professor McGonagall said, very angrily.
"So that's what your disagreement is about?" Kayson asked.
"Of course not." Grindelwald had returned at some point, looking as if he hadn't won the argument with Professor McGonagall earlier, had gone out for some water to clear his throat, and was now back for round two.
"Death Eaters use Killing Curse, Death Eaters use Crucio. They use those evil spells with no escape, as you call them, to slaughter innocent Wizards."
"And I teach these powerful spells, capable of resisting Death Eaters, to those innocent Wizards so they can fight back fiercely, and you disagree?"
"When someone comes at me with a knife, am I not allowed to use a knife to fight back?"
Grindelwald stood directly behind Kayson, leaning on the chair behind Kayson to make his point.
"That's sophistry, Professor Grindelwald. You should know that to kill someone, even the most basic Levitation Charm can achieve it. You should know this; Neville Longbottom has a lot of experience with it."
"Even with so many harmless ways to take an enemy's life, do you still believe Killing Curse is the better choice?" Professor McGonagall asked with a frown.
And Kayson, caught between the two, felt a long-lost sensation.
Weak, pitiful, and helpless.
"Oh, I really don't understand you anymore. Don't you reject Killing Curse simply because casting it requires murderous intent, and you believe that power will corrupt the Wizards' minds?"
"Then I ask you!"
"Currently, there are two ways to kill. One is to release a green light, causing the enemy to die painlessly, without even feeling it."
"The second method is to use magic to lift the enemy and violently smash them to the ground, turning them into a bloody pulp. I ask you, which killing method is more brutal, and which requires more twisted murderous intent!"
"You haven't seen Neville Longbottom's intensity when he used the Levitation Charm to hit Draco Malfoy. I have, and I was absolutely amazed at the time!"
"I'm curious, how did Longbottom develop such a creative attack method? He doesn't seem like a psychopath!" Grindelwald stared directly into Professor McGonagall's eyes.
And the true culprit was sitting in the chair in front of him, nervously stroking his chin.
"Actually, you can't say Neville was wrong to use the Levitation Charm as an attack method. Arthur Weasley even likes to use magic to forcibly tear enemies to pieces," Kayson said faintly.
"You shut up!" Professor McGonagall and Grindelwald roared in unison, hearing Kayson make sarcastic remarks.
"OK~" Kayson said, looking aggrieved.
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