As a result, the wire and hook were utterly defeated by Kayson's magic.
"How utterly miserable..." A dejected Sherlock grumbled as he returned home, casually flipping through his business card holder on the sofa, hoping to find a construction team's card.
Unfortunately, before he could find one, Kayson from next door came knocking.
"Is something wrong?" Sherlock asked faintly, clearly hurt by Kayson's first action upon returning home being to change the locks.
"A small case... Do you want me to translate it for you?" Kayson said.
"Uh-huh."
"A terrorist's arch-nemesis is my student. Some time ago, I received intelligence that the terrorist would cause trouble at a large event. I believed the terrorist was targeting my student."
"However, after the incident, my student was safe and sound, but the terrorist lost at least thirty fairly useful subordinates and a large number of rabble. Yet, we now know this terrorist is joyful, so I've come to ask you for help in analyzing it."
"Your student is fine?" Sherlock asked.
"No."
"Is it possible it was a feint? Were there any other incidents at other locations during the time of the case?"
Kayson recalled, "No, there weren't."
"It doesn't have to be an incident. Perhaps something was stolen, or someone was kidnapped. Of course, a prisoner being rescued could also be a reason for that terrorist's joy," Sherlock said, shaking his head.
"Hmm... The scene was very chaotic. If something like that really happened, I might not even know."
"There are too few clues. You're not treating me like a detective; you're treating me like a diviner... Don't you know any diviners?" Sherlock murmured, tapping his temple.
"That kind of talent is rare even in the magic world. I do know two; one is reliable, but he might not speak, and the other is semi-reliable; her predictions' accuracy depends on luck," Kayson explained.
"Uh-huh... This can't be considered a problem; it doesn't even have a complete premise," Sherlock said silently.
"Alright... Is your phone number still the same?" Kayson nodded, then suddenly asked as if remembering something.
"What's wrong?"
"Just making sure I can reach you at any time. That terrorist equally despises everyone. If one day I call both of you and tell you to leave England immediately, promise me you'll buy plane tickets the next second," Kayson explained.
"There are so many ordinary people; can he kill them all? If he really could, then running abroad wouldn't do us much good, would it?" Sherlock asked doubtfully.
"I'm not particularly worried about others. That terrorist's main battlefield is still the magic world, at least until he's completely defeated there. But you two know me, so there's no guarantee he won't find you, kidnap you for revenge, or blackmail me, and so on."
"So, when that day comes, will you put down your wand for our safety?"
"No," Kayson shook his head.
Sherlock bounced on the sofa, "Excellent! I think I need to prepare a few airline business cards."
Back in his own house, Kayson sat on the sofa and sighed. It had come to this... Time to sleep.
.....
One morning...
Sirius didn't know if he had a driver's license for motorized vehicles, but he appeared at Kayson's doorstep in a rather nice off-road SUV he'd bought from who-knows-where.
Neville eagerly knocked on Kayson's door.
"Professor! To Diagon Alley!"
"Logically speaking, shouldn't Mrs. Weasley have already bought the things you need for the new school year? What's going on here?" Kayson asked while brushing his teeth.
"Uh... because Hogwarts wants us to buy formal robes for the new term," Ron said.
"Uh-huh, that's great, isn't it?"
"And this is the robe my mom prepared for me." Ron pulled out a photo from his pocket. Kayson took it and looked.
"For you... it's a bit too vintage, but actually, it's not bad if it didn't have that collar... So, we're out to buy robes this time?"
Ron said, his small face flushing.
"Let me change my clothes." Kayson nodded and walked into the house, leaving the door open. Seeing this, the others also got out of the car and entered the living room to wait.
Soon, after washing up and getting dressed, he uncomfortably sat in Sirius's passenger seat.
No matter the vehicle type, strictly speaking, the passenger seat is the most dangerous. Of course, if the driver is reliable, it's fine.
But, unfortunately, the driver of this car was Sirius...
Never mind, it's not like the Little Wizards could sit here, right?
Kayson arrived at the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron, self-hypnotizing and trembling all the way.
When they walked in, Old Tom greeted them cheerfully, patting Sirius on the shoulder again: "You really like these Muggle things now... Oh right, you liked them before too."
Sirius shrugged, "Yeah, like that motorcycle I gave to Hagrid."
When they reached the courtyard, Kayson looked at the wall in front of him, instinctively wanting to unleash a deliberate punch. Fortunately, a Wizard family walked out of Diagon Alley, saving the wall from destruction.
This couldn't be blamed on Kayson's bad memory. After all, except for the first time, he seemed to have always apparated directly to Diagon Alley on other occasions, so he hadn't encountered this wall many times. It was understandable.
"Where do we buy clothes?" Harry asked.
"Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions," Sirius said.
"Ah? That's too expensive, I didn't bring enough money." Ron said awkwardly. He had taken out all his pocket money from this entire holiday plus what he'd saved from third year to buy clothes today.
"Good heavens, Little Ron, if you ever dare to pull out your wallet in front of me when you're out with me, you'd better watch your backside doesn't get kicked by my pointed leather shoe!" Sirius said with a helpless expression.
"Ah... I... How about you kick me now?" Ron asked a silly question.
Kayson spoke up at this moment: "There's no need to be embarrassed about this. Sirius is an elder; it's proper for him to spend some money on you."
Sirius also quickly nodded, "Uh-huh, and it's not just you; the three of them can't escape either." He then pointed at Harry, Neville, and Hermione.
"Uh... Alright."
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