Soon, well, in fact, it couldn't be said to be too soon, but in any case, after Kayson filled the last hole in the Great Hall, Grindelwald also gave face by walking into the Great Hall, bypassing Professor McGonagall and directly sitting in the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor's seat.
Snape, who was next to him, also lowered his eyes and began to meditate, and as everyone thought, he liked the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor position, so he had a strange sense of hostility towards every Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.
And this hostility would not be shown unless that Professor's own strength was truly terrible or he had some personal grudge with him, the former like Quirrell and Lockhart, the latter like Lupin.
And at this moment, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor sitting next to him...
Eh.....
Soon, Dumbledore also walked in and sat in the central chair. Kayson looked at Dumbledore, then at Grindelwald...
Tsk tsk tsk, there wasn't even eye contact.... Tsk tsk tsk.
After a while, Professor McGonagall went out and quickly brought in a large group of Little Wizards. Then she pulled out a parchment and cleared her throat: "The Sorting Ceremony..."
...
The Sorting Ceremony ended very quickly, and Dumbledore also stood up with a wide smile... the kind of smile he couldn't hold back.
"Ahem, first of all, welcome, Little Wizards, to Hogwarts. Secondly, I will introduce to you this semester's new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor...Gellert Grindelwald!"
A strange silence fell over the Great Hall. Half of the Professors on the faculty table silently gripped their wands. Professor McGonagall stood in the center of the Great Hall, looking at Dumbledore with a bewildered expression, as if to say, 'If you're being controlled, blink.'
At this moment, Dumbledore felt a discomfort in his eyes. He took off his glasses and rubbed the corners of his eyes with his finger. The next moment, a fiery red spell reflected in everyone's eyes, flying straight towards Grindelwald, who sat there calmly.
"Oh... Hogwarts' hospitality is truly unique. Do all of you have this segment?" Grindelwald simply waved his hand casually, and Professor McGonagall's zero-frame spell was extinguished into nothingness.
"Ahem, Minerva, this is a misunderstanding." Dumbledore stood up like a cabbage at this moment, acting as a peacemaker, unaware that Professor Sprout and Filius were already gradually distancing themselves. They were no longer young, so they naturally couldn't act like Kayson and Snape, who were brave spellblades.
They planned to act as mobile turrets after creating distance.
Besides that, only one sentence echoed in the minds of all the Professors.
Dumbledore is truly senile.
Dumbledore looked at this scene and waved his hand helplessly. The Phoenix flew from the void, sweeping away the Professors and Grindelwald together, leaving only Kayson on the empty faculty table.
"Um, Professor, are you being isolated?" A Hufflepuff Little Wizards ran over and asked.
"No, it's because I knew about this beforehand, so I was left to maintain your discipline," Kayson shook his head and said.
"Then Professor, how will you maintain discipline?"
"By making you eat. Just use your mouths and hands," Kayson said, setting an example by picking up a lamb chop with tongs.
The Little Wizards also quickly followed suit and began to eat.
Soon, Dumbledore returned with that group of Professors, and then Kayson saw that Dumbledore had a black eye.
"Um... what happened to you?" Kayson asked.
Dumbledore looked over: "What's wrong?"
Kayson pointed to his own eye.
Dumbledore touched it: "Oh, I accidentally fell when I was walking just now."
"???"
"I went to Asia this summer. There's a very powerful Celestial Master there who taught me a meditation method for longevity. This is just from accidentally holding my breath."
"You were only out for less than ten minutes, and you even found time to meditate?" Kayson asked, bewildered.
"Mm, yes, yes, don't ask anymore," Dumbledore directly refused to communicate and began to eat.
Kayson shrugged: "Alright."
A short dinner ended. The fact that Grindelwald was coming to be a Professor was undoubtedly shocking. Even the other major event of this semester, the Triwizard Tournament, didn't cause as much of a stir in comparison.
And as the Little Wizards chattered and left, the Professors also looked at Grindelwald strangely, finally returning to their offices.
Of course, it was the same for the Little Wizards. Although Grindelwald was very old, he was, after all, a figure from history books, and basically everyone knew him.
Precisely because of this, they didn't dare to discuss anything in the Great Hall... they planned to talk about it when they returned to their common rooms.
After all, speaking ill of someone behind their back is very impolite, so they chose not to let others hear.
And Grindelwald looked at Kayson, who was still devouring food, and smiled. Then he also left, deciding to enjoy his first night as a Professor.
The next day... Kayson was still asleep when Professor McGonagall called him down from upstairs.
"What happened?"
Professor McGonagall waved her wand to help Kayson wake up a bit and said, "Today is Grindelwald's first class, for the fourth-year Little Wizards. I need a Professor who can stand on his own to audit."
"Then why me?"
"Severus, Filius, and I all have classes. Currently, the only combat power in all of Hogwarts, besides Dumbledore, is you," Professor McGonagall explained.
"Actually, I don't have much combat power either. I'm just an Alchemy Professor, without the powerful strength of the other Professors," Kayson said while being dragged along by Professor McGonagall.
"I'm very sorry, Kayson, don't underestimate yourself. I heard that you single-handedly dealt with over thirty Death Eaters on Quidditch World Cup day. There's no doubt about your abilities. Currently, the Little Wizards of Hogwarts are being corrupted, and it's time for you to monitor Grindelwald... just for this one class!" Professor McGonagall said earnestly.
"Just this one class?" Kayson asked.
"Just this one!"
"Alright." Kayson sighed, went back upstairs to change his clothes, and came back down. Ten minutes later, he sat at the back of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, eating breakfast while watching each Little Wizards sit upright in their seats.
Soon, Grindelwald arrived.
"You should all already know my name. I will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor for the coming year, and perhaps for a longer time."
"Now I want to ask the first question of my professorial career."
"Everyone in the classroom..."
"Who is Dumbledore's favorite student?"
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