"...A species?" Grindelwald asked.
"If you insist on a difference, perhaps it's the profession," Kayson nodded.
"You think a Wizard is just a profession…?"
"If you have other insights, speak up. Is it fun to be a repeater?" Kayson complained, a line of black sweat forming on his brow.
"There's no need to argue when we both know our views on this are different… it's easy to come to blows," Grindelwald explained.
"Wow, you really have insight, huh." Kayson rolled his eyes and turned directly to his office floor.
After returning to his office, he began to study his teaching syllabus for the semester. With mechanical power that could coexist with magic, it would be a waste not to use it.
He was a Professor, after all. Coming to Hogwarts, coming to the magic world, he should make a small contribution to the magic world…
Before he could even take out his notebook to start planning, the crystal ball in the corner of his desk lit up. That was his office doorbell…
And his office door had been removed long ago. A Little Wizards who was still so polite at this hour… it must be…
"What's up with you two?" Kayson looked at the Weasley Twins with a wry expression.
"Then Professor, who do you think it is?" the Twins asked.
"I thought it might be Cedric, Neville, or perhaps Luna," Kayson replied.
"Then Professor, guess why we're looking for you?"
Kayson raised an eyebrow: "Oh? You're using honorifics? You must be planning something big this time."
"Heh heh, Professor…" The Twins rubbed their hands together like flies, grinning: "Didn't Headmaster Dumbledore mention the Triwizard Tournament at the opening feast yesterday?"
"Uh-huh, what about it?" Kayson replied.
"Professor Dumbledore also said that Little Wizardss under 17 years old cannot participate, is that true?" the Twins asked again.
"Just state your problem directly."
"How are the champions selected?"
"Do you know?"
"Yes, I know. I was the one who repaired the Alchemy creation for selecting the champions," Kayson answered as a matter of course.
"Then Professor, you should have a way to reasonably bypass the age restriction, right?" the Twins asked.
"That thing originally had no age limit. If you really intend to bypass the age restriction, you should study how to bypass the age restriction set by Dumbledore."
The Twins exchanged glances: "So does that mean…?"
"I don't think you can bypass the magic Dumbledore set, and I don't particularly recommend you sign up for this competition. After all, this isn't Quidditch; it's dangerous."
"Besides, you two are twins. If one of you is unlucky enough to be chosen and dies in the competition, the other would be left alone in the world, how pathetic," Kayson shrugged, trying to make the Twins give up this immature idea.
"Oh, it's fine, Professor. You said we're twins. We can see each other anytime we want."
"We just need to prepare a mirror."
Kayson listened to the Twins' rebellious words and sighed helplessly. He now understood how Dumbledore could tolerate him, always saying such outrageous things without valuing his own life.
At this moment, he also understood the extent of Dumbledore's good temper. After only a few minutes of talking with the Twins, he already wanted to give them a hard lesson, one under the other.
"So Professor, you really aren't going to help us?" the Twins said pitifully.
"I'm sorry, that's a matter of principle," Kayson refused bluntly.
"Oh, alright, Professor…" The Twins dejectedly left the office. Kayson finally had some free time and could restart planning his lesson plans for the semester. Although his next class was in the afternoon, starting to write the lesson plan now was indeed a bit late…
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[Lesson Plan]
.....Two hours later, Kayson looked at the words on the parchment and fell silent.
Wasn't he sick? Why did he set himself a goal he couldn't possibly achieve?
He naturally tore off the paper, crumpled it up, and instantly ignited a flame in his hand, burning it until not even ashes remained.
"Wow… what was that?" Grindelwald's voice suddenly sounded from across from him.
Kayson looked over: "Why aren't you in your office?"
"Because I'm in your office right now…"
"…OK, how can I help you?"
"Oh, quite a bit. Speaking of which, I need your help with a lot of things," Grindelwald said.
"Uh-huh, tell me." Kayson straightened his chair. A bottle of wine automatically flew from the wine cabinet to the center between them.
"I request your help in stealing something," Grindelwald said quietly.
"???????? Am I really that talented at stealing things?"
"No, no, no…" Grindelwald intimately put his arm around Kayson's shoulder: "In fact, it's not stealing, because it was originally my property. It's just that I left it at Durmstrang, and although my current status is endorsed by Dumbledore, and they're no longer bothering me or trying to send me back to Nurmengard at every moment, it's impossible for me to leave Hogwarts openly."
"If you're stealing something, can't you just… wear a mask?" Kayson looked at Grindelwald with a strange gaze.
The latter could only helplessly extend his arm and pull up his sleeve, revealing a golden, solidified magic spell wrapped around Grindelwald's wrist.
"I have a tracker now. As soon as I leave Hogwarts, this thing will alarm, and it might even blow off my arm," Grindelwald explained.
"Aren't you a master of magic? Can't you undo it?"
"This is a spell drawn by Dumbledore."
"Then what are you afraid of? Would he really blow off your arm? Besides, aren't you still free during the holidays?" Kayson asked suspiciously.
"You have to understand that Dumbledore is a righteous person, but he is not a good person. The two cannot be confused. As for the summer holidays, those idiots at the International Confederation of Wizards don't know I'm out yet. It's a different time now."
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