"Do you want me to give you a plan directly? I don't think that's a good idea." Grindelwald shook his head.
"Do you want a plan that's more like improvisation?" Kayson frowned.
"Something like that. Let me draw you a map first. The alchemy office at Durmstrang is on the second floor, down the east corridor. You just need to go from here…"
Soon, Kayson firmly memorized the map. He looked up at Grindelwald: "Then what?"
"Then you just need to take this with you." Grindelwald pulled another monocle from his pocket…
Kayson reluctantly put the monocle on his other eye…
"Ugh, I feel so silly," he muttered, casually conjuring a mirror.
"I think it's not bad. Oh, and this isn't just a monocle that allows communication; it's also a Portkey. You just need to transmit magic into it." The monocle emitted a faint sound, forming a thread that entered Kayson's ear.
"Oh, I really wish every magic school could have an airport," Kayson sighed.
"This is probably a Durmstrang tradition. Every Wizard uses this to return to school. Remember not to let anyone see you," Grindelwald instructed.
"Mhm, mhm, mhm, I know." Kayson nodded, and the next moment he suddenly disappeared.
"…Leaving in the middle of the day? That's young people for you…"
Meanwhile, on the other side…
"This Durmstrang Portkey is too sensitive." Kayson, who appeared in the middle of a small grove, sighed helplessly.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I thought this was your youthful pride," Grindelwald's voice came from the monocle.
"Bullshit! What kind of crappy Portkey is this? It activates even with magic escaping from a person!"
"It might be because it's old. This was given to me by the school when I hadn't been expelled from Durmstrang yet. But since you're already here, let's just go with it… Just keep walking along the path, and you'll see the Castle," Grindelwald replied.
"OK." Kayson rolled his eyes, then sighed and walked towards the end of a well-trodden path.
Then he saw a dark, towering Castle… and huge crowds of Little Wizards…
"Damn Portkey…" He sighed, cast an invisibility spell on himself, and then swaggered into the Castle.
"After you walk through the main gate, the nearest staircase is on your left. However, with the current crowd, there should be a lot of people. Be careful not to bump into them, otherwise, according to the unspoken understanding of Durmstrang students, they might just hit you hard," Grindelwald continued to remind him.
"Don't worry, I have a plan." Kayson said, then flew directly, arriving at the second floor above the heads of the Little Wizards.
"Next is east… east…" Kayson walked to a corner and pulled out a compass… but the compass didn't seem to be pointing east… it seemed more like the direction of the orphanage where he first arrived in this world…
"Your five o'clock direction… Haven't you been taught how to tell directions at your age?" Grindelwald's helpless voice said.
"I'm sorry, school doesn't teach that," Kayson explained as he walked east.
"Heh heh, ridiculous Muggle schools."
"Uh… Hogwarts doesn't seem to teach directions either." Kayson retorted.
"But they teach you to point me in the right direction, a pointing spell," Grindelwald explained.
"Oh, thank you for the reminder." Kayson said, struggling to decipher the German, and soon found a sign for the alchemy office.
"How do you plan to get in?" Grindelwald asked.
"Just knock, then push the door open and walk in. It'll be a prank," Kayson said, then knocked and immediately pushed the door open and walked in.
Buzz!
A pale blue spell flew rapidly towards Kayson. Fortunately, his reaction was quick, and he narrowly dodged the spell with a backbend.
"I forgot to tell you, Durmstrang's style is like this: if a mischievous Little Wizards dares to play a prank on a Professor, or enters without the Professor's permission, even if you knock, you'll be rewarded with a spell," Grindelwald whispered.
"Uh… it seems not all magic schools are like Hogwarts."
"The Little Wizards at Hogwarts… aren't particularly… like a Little Wizards. They're more like ordinary children."
"Wizards and ordinary people are just different professions. I know at your age you can't change your mindset anymore, but could you please not say that in front of me?" Kayson sighed.
"Alright… Perhaps this is Albus's point of confusion."
"I think this is Dumbledore's greatness," Kayson said, cautiously walking further into the office.
"This office is so small, is it really big enough for Alchemy experiments?" Kayson ruthlessly complained.
"Is it possible that your office is too big?"
Kayson didn't respond to Grindelwald, but instead began to survey the alchemy office. Madam Rosmerta, Durmstrang's Alchemy Professor, was swearing while repairing a small Alchemy device in front of her.
"Where's the storage room in this office?" Kayson asked.
"No rush, you have to wait for this Professor to leave before going to the storage room," Grindelwald replied.
"Are you afraid she'll hear the door open and become alert?"
"Otherwise?"
Kayson rubbed his chin. The next moment, he pulled out an anvil and threw it directly at the back of Madam Rosmerta's head.
Clang!!!
With a crisp sound, Madam Rosmerta felt a bit sleepy. She chose to rest her head on the desk for a brief nap.
Grindelwald: "…"
"Where's the storage room?" Kayson asked, picking his ear.
"…Are you the Dark Wizard or am I the Dark Wizard?"
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