Meanwhile, Cedric, who had returned to the Castle, did not choose to report back to the alchemy office, but instead chose to go to the Library to study for a while.
After all, he had boldly tampered with the Professor's order, and to go back just like that, he must have had a lot of guts.
Up until now, Kayson had let his classmates study on their own halfway through his class, while he sat in the corner of the classroom, quietly sipping a cup of oolong tea.
Like him, not only did he have no interest in continuing the class, but the Little Wizards below were the same, because after this class ended, the Triwizard Tournament would truly begin.
"Professor, who do you think will win in the end?" one of the Little Wizards sitting below suddenly raised his hand and asked.
"Glory belongs to Hogwarts," Kayson simply replied casually.
"....Shouldn't we be excited right now?" a Little Wizards suddenly said.
"No, no, no, that's too silly, just leave it at that."
The class ended quickly, and Kayson barely stayed in the classroom for another second before heading to the Great Hall to wait for lunch.
After lunch was the Triwizard Tournament.
Quidditch in Kayson's eyes was not as good as the grilled sausages sold by the roadside, but the Triwizard Tournament was different. Which was more interesting: watching a few brooms flying around in the sky, or watching a beast fight?
It was definitely the latter.
So this time, Kayson erupted with a passion that shouldn't have been possible for someone like him, waiting excitedly for the Triwizard Tournament that was about to begin.
Soon, lunch arrived.
The main course was boiled lamb chops with chives, which Kayson really liked. Although he didn't know if this dish was considered authentic in the eyes of the English, for Kayson, this main course was absolutely amazing.
After eating and drinking his fill, he leaned back in his chair, patting his belly idly with both hands, making sounds like a seal seeking a mate.
After some more time, the champions of the Triwizard Tournament were called up and walked out of the Great Hall.
Cedric quickly spread his arms wide like a 'Y', greeting Kayson, who raised his eyebrows.
As for Harry, he had that thin Alchemy backpack behind him, covered by a Wizard's cloak. He also wanted to cheer loudly for himself like a 'Y' like Cedric.
But he always felt too shy.
Fortunately, Kayson didn't let Harry continue to overthink. He appeared beside him at some point and tapped the backpack behind him with his knuckles: "The Triwizard Tournament might not allow you to carry this in."
"Ah.... What should I do?" Harry said, a bit flustered.
"You can go in in batches... And I still think the best way to get familiar with new equipment is to practice with it, not to look for some so-called instruction manual," Kayson said, helping Harry take off his backpack. "Haven't you tried pressing both buttons at once?"
Harry looked up at Kayson in surprise: "Press them together?"
"Haven't you tried?" Kayson put the Alchemy backpack aside, then pressed the two void buttons on Harry's wrist for him.
The next moment, the Alchemy backpack automatically flew towards Harry, sticking tightly to his body. At this moment, it didn't look like a backpack, but rather... a suit of armor.
"Then I need to press them twice again?" Harry tentatively asked.
"Obviously," Kayson nodded.
Harry tried it, and instantly the armor receded like a tide, returning to the form of a backpack.
"Poor Cedric's ingenious work for you, couldn't you have experimented with it more?" Kayson said, exasperated.
"But Professor, didn't you make this?" Harry asked.
"Uh-huh, I don't have that kind of free time," Kayson said, shrugging casually.
"Okay, Professor." Harry gave a speechless smile and strode outside.
"What are you three hiding there for!" After watching Harry leave, Kayson looked at the three Little Wizards who had been peeking at him from the corner.
"Um, I think listening to you talk is quite disrespectful of privacy... isn't it?" Hermione said shyly.
"Alright... all the other champions have people to accompany and cheer for them. Do you think it's okay for Harry to go alone?" Kayson said.
"You're right, Professor." The three little ones nodded and quickly ran outside.
Kayson then naturally found his dining companion, Professor Sprout, whom he hadn't found long ago.
Some time ago, he had gone to Professor Sprout's office for a stroll and, by the way, tasted the dried small fish that Professor Sprout had fried herself...
He instantly fell in love with them.
And this time, Professor Sprout walked towards him with almost an entire sack of dried small fish, along with various dried fruits, dried meat, and drinks, floating directly behind her.
"Dean, how can I live without you!" Kayson said with an incredibly relaxed smile.
"I believe you can do very well yourself. All of us Hufflepuff have good cooking skills," Professor Sprout said kindly.
"I suddenly realized something... Professor, why do you call Professor Sprout 'Dean', but other Professors are just called by their name plus 'Professor'?" a second-year Little Wizards curiously leaned over and asked.
"Because I'm from Hufflepuff," Kayson said with a smile.
"But I heard my sister say that you are an apprentice Wizard, the kind who hasn't studied at Hogwarts," the Little Wizards asked adorably.
"Who says you can't be sorted into a house if you haven't studied at Hogwarts?" Kayson retorted.
"Oh... Professor, you're so tall, won't it be uncomfortable sitting on such a small stool?" the Little Wizards asked a worrying question.
"Actually... it's just so-so," Kayson said casually, shrugging.
Soon, almost all the Little Wizards had arrived at the stands. Kayson and his snack-sharing companion also sat in a corner of the stands, eating snacks idly while watching the competition.
"Do you think there will be any foul play in this competition, Kayson?" Professor Sprout asked.
"Hm? Why ask me?" Kayson asked, puzzled.
"Because Dumbledore always has things for you young people to do, you, Severus, and he doesn't like to talk to us older ones. Maybe he thinks you have more vitality, you always know more," Professor Sprout said.
"Oh..." Kayson raised his eyebrows, his gaze fixed on Karkaroff, who was sitting at the judges' table: "If I had to say... yes."
"I knew it, Dumbledore would never be that honest," Professor Sprout said with a smile.
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