Kayson and Professor McGonagall left the office together. The former walked briskly towards Dumbledore's office, while the latter, carrying textbooks, went to teach the Little Wizards.
Soon, Kayson arrived at the entrance of Dumbledore's office. Listening to the commotion inside, he knew who was in there without even looking.
"Dumbledore... and Grindelwald is here too. Professor McGonagall asked me to ask you something." Kayson, who never had the habit of knocking, pushed the door open and walked straight in, speaking without any reservation.
"I've already told him, he won't be teaching the Little Wizards the Unforgivable Curses anymore." Dumbledore looked at Kayson, who had suddenly burst in, and knew what he was going to ask without even thinking, so he quickly replied.
Kayson shook his head: "No, no, no... Professor McGonagall asked me if you knew about this beforehand."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows: "Hmm... why did she ask you that?"
"I don't know... maybe she wants to find an excuse to rush in, smash your office, and then walk away," Kayson said casually.
Dumbledore was about to say that he had only just found out, but his clever mind quickly started working.
Smashed office = office renovation.
This is good!
"I knew about it beforehand, but I didn't manage it... Uh... I thought he had a sense of proportion." Dumbledore spoke directly, saying whatever was most irritating, whatever would most easily make Professor McGonagall rush into his office and smash it up.
He was all about being rebellious.
Grindelwald, who was originally sitting on the sofa, raised his eyebrows...
Hadn't he been keeping it a secret from Dumbledore before? When did he find out?
Or was there other surveillance and backup in Hogwarts that he hadn't fully investigated?
"Hiss... the more I think about it, the more terrifying it gets..."
Kayson took out his small notebook and diligently recorded everything Dumbledore said. When class was dismissed later, he would take this notebook to Professor McGonagall to complain.
....
It is said that when people do bad things, they are never afraid of hardship or fatigue, and Kayson perfectly embodied this view.
During the one-hour Transfiguration class, he put a small stool at the back of the Transfiguration classroom and listened for about forty minutes, just so that the moment Professor McGonagall announced the end of class, he could hand Dumbledore's "evidence" to Professor McGonagall with the speed of a reader grabbing the first copy.
Unexpectedly, Professor McGonagall looked at the so-called evidence and said nothing, simply picking up her wand and walking towards the Headmasters office.
Kayson, sitting by the French window of his large office and basking in the moonlight, witnessed the entire process of Dumbledore's Headmaster's tower being blown directly from the Castle onto the lawn.
Fortunately, it was curfew at that time, and due to Lord Voldemort's return, Hogwarts' curfew was incredibly strict.
Simply put...
No Little Wizards were injured because of the tower demolition plan.
Hey... does that old Wizard count?
Kayson suddenly became curious about this question.
After much thought, he largely felt that he didn't count.
After all, Dumbledore had the Phoenix Fawkes; he could apparate out no matter what.
Sure enough, as soon as he stood up, he saw Dumbledore slowly rowing over in a small boat not far away.
"What's wrong?" Kayson asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Cough cough..." Dumbledore sighed helplessly: "I have nowhere to live."
"Then go find Grindelwald," Kayson continued.
"He won't let me," Dumbledore said pitifully.
"...Do you accept sleeping on the floor?" Kayson said with a stiff expression.
"It's not impossible," Dumbledore said, raising an eyebrow.
"Then floor it is," Kayson nodded, tossed a bedroll to Dumbledore, and then went upstairs to sleep on his own.
Dumbledore, holding the bedroll, was utterly bewildered, question marks incessantly popping up above his head.
Did he... not even have the right to go up?
He stood there holding the bedroll for about five minutes, and finally, after confirming that Kayson was truly a cold, emotionless guy, he resignedly piled the blankets on the sofa, creating a human dog bed, and crawled into it.
The next day...
Kayson, still sleepy, came down from the bedroom and saw Dumbledore, dressed in pajamas and a sleeping cap, nestled in the sofa, eating breakfast...
"Are you going to make my sofa dirty?" Kayson's first words lacked any warmth, making Dumbledore feel a little melancholic for quite a while.
"That's what I brought for you," Dumbledore pointed to the other portion on the coffee table.
"Oh, thank you, I thought you ate two portions in the morning!" Kayson's face changed instantly as he picked up the sandwich, sat down affectionately next to Dumbledore, and began to eat furiously, shoveling food into his mouth.
"Eat slowly, no one's fighting you for it," Dumbledore slowly pushed a cup of black tea towards Kayson.
"Hmm, I didn't realize you were so kind," Kayson said while eating.
"By the way, could you do me a favor later? Seeing as I even brought you breakfast," Dumbledore asked nonchalantly while slowly eating his breakfast, as if casually mentioning a trivial matter.
"Hmm, what is it?" Kayson said while eating.
"Could you help me fix the tower?" Dumbledore asked leisurely.
"Huh? What tower?" Kayson asked, puzzled.
Dumbledore looked at this scene, somewhat speechless: "I even brought you breakfast."
Kayson stuffed the last bit of sandwich into his mouth, washed it down with black tea, and then let out a long sigh: "What breakfast?"
...
...
"I'm truly fed up!" Dumbledore took a deep breath and exhaled these words helplessly.
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