"What do you mean?" Madam Hooch asked.
"I just took a look at the remaining magic circuits of this set of balls; they are very solid and couldn't have been erased by some mischievous Little Wizards."
"So?"
"Then it can only be a Professor with powerful magic. There's someone with ulterior motives at Hogwarts," Kaisen explained.
"This... will it affect the start of the Quidditch Cup?"
"... Uh..."
"That's how it is. Because Madam Hooch is so unreliable, I went to Dumbledore and asked him to let me come over and inspect all of your broomsticks before the Quidditch Cup starts, and of course, the match balls."
"Although most broomsticks have magic circuits to prevent jinxes, if that person could tamper with the Quidditch balls, there's no guarantee they couldn't tamper with your brooms."
Kaisen, while holding the Enchanting Table and re-enchanting the Golden Snitch in his hand, explained to Harry beside him.
"Mr. Wood, the Golden Snitch." After re-enchanting this last ball, he said to Oliver Wood.
"Oh, thank you, Professor."
"You're welcome. Bring all your brooms over. I need to inspect each one of them for you, and perhaps re-enchant them."
Kaisen took out a quill and re-wrote the Runes characters for anti-jinx defense, unique to broomsticks, on a book.
Then, brooms, as if queuing up, swept over the Enchanting Table one by one, and brooms glowing with purple light returned to their owners' hands.
"Slytherin students, please come over for broom inspection."
The Slytherin team members also gathered around.
"Professor Kaisen, I am Marcus Flint of the Flint family." The Slytherin captain, Marcus, extended his hand towards Kaisen.
"Nice to meet you, Marcus." Kaisen reached out and shook Flint's hand: "Your brooms."
"Uh, Professor Kaisen, there's no need for us Slytherin, is there?"
"In my eyes, you are all fragile Little Wizardss. I'm afraid I cannot take this risk, and I don't want you all to consider yourselves Dark Wizard reserves. Don't think that Dark Wizards will give you a pass," Kaisen said firmly, shaking his head.
Kaisen took a broom, placed it on the Enchanting Table, and began to ramble again.
"Honestly, I never thought of you Slytherin as so-called Dark Wizard reserves, and I don't want you to give up on yourselves and think that way."
"In other words, I also don't want you to develop some strange sense of identity with Dark Wizards just because some of them were also in Slytherin when they were at Hogwarts. You might identify with them, but they won't identify with you."
Kaisen finished enchanting the Slytherin students' brooms while rambling, then picked up the Enchanting Table, shrunk it, and put it in his pocket.
"Play well."
After saying that, a roar was heard, and the next moment he disappeared from his spot, appearing in the Professors' stands.
"You've helped me a great deal, Kaisen," Dumbledore said with a smile.
"It's nothing, just a small favor. I just hope that guy with ulterior motives is careful and doesn't get caught by me," Kaisen said with a gloomy face, his gaze always drifting intentionally or unintentionally towards Quirrell, who was sitting in front.
"Don't be like that. Perhaps you should relax, Kaisen. How does that saying go? Hogwarts is the safest place in the world," Professor Flitwick comforted him from the side.
"Oh, I hope so."
The Quidditch match concluded smoothly, the entire game ending without a hitch. As for the winner, the referee said Gryffindor won, but as for how they won...
"Forgive me, I couldn't tell. Really, Dumbledore, a bunch of people flying around on brooms in the sky, you can't even see clearly. Is it really that good to watch?" Kaisen followed Dumbledore as they left the stands, complaining somewhat helplessly.
"That is the unique joy of Quidditch. Go borrow a few books from Madam Pince later, and you will find the joy contained within it."
"...I still prefer building," Kaisen grumbled.
"It will happen. I still say the same thing: let's start with my office."
"Mm-hmm, when I have time."
Walking down from the stands, Kaisen finally reverted to his usual pace. He always disliked walking too fast.
He preferred to stroll leisurely along the road, feeling the rhythm of slow living.
Oh, right, and his fellow enthusiast who also liked slow speeds.
Well, it didn't look like a fellow enthusiast.
"Severus, your leg hasn't healed yet?" Kaisen asked in a low voice, looking at Snape, who was limping.
"After all, it's a wound tainted by Dark Arts."
"Perhaps I can make you a crutch, if you don't like wheelchairs. Of course, a cane would also work, a must-have for an English gentleman, or even a scepter."
Kaisen subtly put an arm around Snape's shoulder, then pulled him up. From behind, it looked like they were walking arm in arm.
For example...
"I really can't believe Professor Kaisen and Snape's relationship is so good?" The four little ones followed far behind Kaisen and Snape, and Ron looked surprised.
"Professor Kaisen has a good relationship with everyone, but why is it also like this with Snape..." Harry also muttered unhappily.
"Wow, Harry just won the game, why does he seem so unhappy?" Ron asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Of course, because Professor Kaisen was deceived by a Dark Wizard!"
"What do you mean?"
"Before, wasn't I going to the Library to borrow books? Then I ran into Snape. At that time, he was in the stairwell, pulling up his trouser leg and pouring a bottle of red Potion onto his leg, and that wound looked like it was bitten by a beast," Harry said vividly.
"Are you trying to say that wound was bitten by Cerberus? But that doesn't mean he's a Dark Wizard, does it?" Hermione said.
"Of course I have my evidence. Remember that day, in the room with Cerberus, do you remember what was under Cerberus's body?" Harry looked at his three little companions around him.
Neville shook his head: "I have a bad memory."
"There's something under Cerberus's body?" Ron was still consistently clueless.
"...A trapdoor?" Hermione recalled and said.
"It's that trapdoor. Combined with Cerberus being locked there, it proves that something is hidden under the trapdoor, and that thing should be hidden by Dumbledore, and Cerberus is there to guard that thing," Harry said with an "I understand" expression, seriously.