"To stop you from making Hogwarts lose face in front of the other two schools," Snape said, his words as precious as gold.
"Alright, alright." Kayson shrugged helplessly; he hadn't intended to kneel in the first place, just to scare Dumbledore.
Dumbledore gave Kayson a subtle glare, then looked at Ollivander: "Please, the champions are waiting for you to inspect their wands."
As Dumbledore led Ollivander towards the champions' room, the Great Hall once again became like a mountain without a tiger.
Kayson, meanwhile, sat calmly in his chair, waiting for dinner.
However, Sirius soon walked over, full of anger, and plopped down next to Kayson.
"What's wrong with you? Did you eat gunpowder?" Kayson asked, puzzled.
"I was just in that room, and there was a very annoying reporter in there. Do you know that reporter? Her name is Rita Skeeter. She's just a meddling slanderer who doesn't care about Harry and the others' reputations for the sake of her articles!" Sirius said through gritted teeth.
"So? By rights, you should have pulled out your wand by now, shouldn't you? You shouldn't be here, right?" Kayson asked, puzzled.
Sirius nodded: "I wanted to pull out my wand too, but Dumbledore stopped me. He said you had a way to help me."
Kayson smiled: "I do have three strategies to help you—a superior, a middle, and an inferior one. It just depends on how you choose."
"Tell me first, what's the superior strategy?" Sirius asked.
"The superior strategy is for Harry to study hard and improve every day, using his actual achievements to slap Rita Skeeter in the face."
Sirius shook his head: "Academic performance depends on fate, and in this current special situation, if Harry is too outstanding, he might encounter danger. It's better to let nature take its course."
Kayson remained calmly seated in his chair: "I also have a middle strategy: directly use your House of Black's power to blacklist that reporter. If you can't find connections, can't you just buy The Daily Prophet?"
Sirius's old face flushed: "The Daily Prophet is an official mouthpiece; they won't sell."
Kayson sighed: "Then there's only the inferior strategy left." He casually pulled out a few diamond shovels, then waved casually towards the student seats below. Almost instantly, the entire Great Hall vibrated.
In a blink of an eye, Little Wizards from third year and above appeared behind Kayson.
While Sirius and the students from the other two schools were still bewildered, Kayson had already distributed the diamond shovels to a dozen nimble, bold, and dark-hearted Little Wizards.
"Go do something with Sirius."
He waved his hand casually.
"So... that's it? It's done?" Sirius asked, surprised.
"You just need to take them to find Rita Skeeter. They know what to do with the rest," Kayson said, nodding.
"Oh... alright, follow me, everyone." Sirius tentatively nodded, leading more than a dozen Little Wizards to crouch down at a spot Rita Skeeter would inevitably pass when leaving Hogwarts.
Soon, Rita Skeeter and her photographer walked out.
Sirius's eyes sharpened. The next moment, before he could even react, Arthur, a seventh-year senior, stood up directly and, like an American Iaijutsu master, swiftly drew his wand and cast two Expelliarmus spells at Rita Skeeter and her photographer.
After succeeding, he rushed over with a small shovel, like a political commissar, and gave two thumps.
"You few dig the pit, you few tie them up. Mr. Black, go check their photos and manuscripts," Arthur said after quickly taking control of the situation.
"Oh... oh... you'll definitely be successful after graduation." Sirius said in a daze. He had graduated so many years ago; had the senior students of Hogwarts evolved to this extent?
They didn't look like Little Wizards at all, primarily.
Meanwhile, in the Great Hall, Ludo Bagman suddenly had an idea: "So you also think taking pictures is a good idea, don't you? For a souvenir."
"Then you might also need to go find Ms. Rita Skeeter. If she finds out we took pictures without her, none of us will fare well, if you can find her," Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Why can't I find her? Show me the way." Ludo Bagman held his wand flat in his hand and chanted a spell.
Soon, the wand pointed him in a direction: "Look, we can even have that photographer take a professional picture for us later," Ludo Bagman said excitedly.
Dumbledore followed along, somewhat helplessly. He didn't know how far their current operation had progressed. Perhaps they hadn't acted yet?
However, reality quickly told Dumbledore the cruel truth: Sirius was sitting on a tree stump in a corner, quietly contemplating.
And Rita Skeeter and her photographer were being neatly buried in the dirt by a series of Little Wizards, directed by Arthur.
How does that saying go?
If ancestors are buried standing, descendants will surely be outstanding.
From this, it was clear that the descendants of these two would definitely not be bad in the future.
Just then, Arthur saw a large group of people walking towards him. He tucked his wand into his belt: "Hello, Professors and guests."
"Oh... uh... who are these two...?" Ludo Bagman walked over awkwardly and asked.
"Clearly, they provoked someone they shouldn't have," Arthur said concisely.
"Sirius?" Ludo Bagman looked over at Sirius, who was posing like 'The Thinker'.
"I'm afraid it's not him."
"Oh... since that's the case, why don't we show some leniency and dig these two poor souls out?" Ludo Bagman then asked.
"No," Arthur shook his head.
Ludo Bagman looked back at Dumbledore, a bit troubled, but Dumbledore just shook his head, his meaning clear.
Can't manage, can't do anything, don't want to manage.
"Oh..." Ludo Bagman then looked at Cedric, who also shrugged helplessly. After all, he wasn't too familiar with Arthur; they had only interacted in Alchemy class.
He couldn't possibly become a champion one moment and then start ordering his senior around the next, could he?
"So... my words are useless then?" Ludo Bagman saw that the outside help was completely ineffective, so he had to look at Arthur seriously and say.
"You're absolutely right, your words have no use to me whatsoever." Arthur nodded casually, his hand already slowly sliding towards the wand tucked into his waistband.
At this point, Dumbledore, seeing this scene on the verge of escalating conflict, said helplessly: "Please don't resort to violence, Mr. Morgan."
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