Almost instantly, the entire Z9 broomstick burst forth with a terrifying sonic boom. Approximately three seconds later, the broom came to a stable halt in front of the massive French window, with Kaisen firmly secured to the seat by a magical safety belt.
Meanwhile, Sirius was very evenly… no, he was very comfortably plastered against the glass window, slowly sliding down.
"Bruce!"
"Bruce?"
"Bruce! Are you alright?!"
Lying like a dead dog in the corner between the French window and the office, Sirius reluctantly lifted his head. He desperately wanted to speak, to say that his name was not Bruce.
But in the end, he tilted his head and fainted.
The next day....
Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof.....
Woof woof woof woof woof woof....
Woof woof woof woof woof....
"Oh my god!"
"Woof woof woof!"
Last night, a drunken Kaisen dragged Sirius, who had nearly met Merlin, back to his fourth-floor bedroom. He only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Sirius's status was still 'beast,' with no additional entries like 'death' or 'soul' or any other strange things.
He casually placed Sirius by the bed and then climbed into his own bed until the next morning.
Kaisen, who had only two-thirds of his body on the bed, turned over and ended up lying completely on Sirius.
"Uh… are you alright, Bruce?" Kaisen rolled off Sirius, a bit awkwardly saying the name he had given him while drunk last night.
Sirius's small eyes stared at Kaisen resentfully, instantly feeling his dog life was utterly lost.
At that moment, he wanted to die.
Although he almost did last night.
"Uh… if you don't say anything, I'll assume you're fine?" Kaisen rubbed his head, then slipped his hands under Sirius's front paws, picked him up directly, and looked at his dog face.
He looked at his dog belly.
He looked at his…
"Hmm… I'll introduce you to Hagrid's Fang later… You two might have a lot in common, because I remember Fang is a female dog, so you can exchange notes."
Kaisen said subconsciously.
Then, Sirius, who had been expressionless and calmly held in Kaisen's hands, instantly transformed into a pot of boiling hot oil with water added, bubbling furiously.
"Woah woah woah!" Kaisen quickly straightened his arms, pushing Sirius further away from him.
"If you don't want to, you can just tell me directly…" His voice became a little louder for a moment.
And so did Sirius.
The dog's silence was deafening.
"Emmmm… you can wander around here. I'm going to eat. Don't worry, I'll bring you back breakfast."
Kaisen awkwardly placed Sirius on the ground and then vanished from the spot with an Ender Teleportation.
In the Great Hall, Dumbledore was holding a dry piece of bread, mechanically spreading butter on it with a butter knife. At this moment, he already regretted taking this piece of bread, because it was indeed too dry.
However, this was the Great Hall after all. Although the Little Wizardss who chose to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas were not too many, strictly speaking, they were not too few either.
As the great Principal of Hogwarts, if he were to waste food in public… well… that would be inadvisable, inadvisable.
He subtly glanced at the few other Professors who had stayed, scattered far from him, clearly they also didn't want to get involved with the mess in Dumbledore's hands.
He could only wait for Kaisen to arrive in the Great Hall in a moment, so he could hand the bread to Professor Kaisen with lightning speed, and at the same time establish himself as a good Principal who cares for Professors and helps them butter their bread.
Soon, just as he expected, with a humming roar, Kaisen appeared at the Professor's table. He looked at the dry meal on the table with some disdain and instantly left the table.
Dumbledore's hand, holding the bread, froze. He couldn't call Kaisen back, nor could he take it back and eat it himself.
Fortunately, his hand was in mid-air at that moment, so...
His hand holding the bread trembled slightly, and the bread simply fell to the ground, looking quite fresh.
"Oh dear… huh?"
He watched as the bread, which he had just shaken off and was about to fall to the ground, was caught by Kaisen, who had returned, and placed back onto Dumbledore's plate.
"Don't waste food… and you're welcome."
Kaisen downed the pumpkin juice in front of his seat, patted Dumbledore's shoulder, and walked towards the Hogwarts kitchen.
After all, as a true Hufflepuff, stamped by the Sorting Hat and confirmed by Professor Sprout, it was perfectly fine for him to get some special food from the kitchen.
Buzz… Sirius, who was trying to piece two pillows together to make a somewhat comfortable sleeping mat, heard the sound of teleportation behind him and almost instinctively looked back, staring blankly at Kaisen, who was carrying a large bag of food.
The latter also more or less understood what Sirius was trying to do. Like snatching food from a tiger's mouth, he took back his poor pillow, casually placed a wool block on the ground, and let Sirius prepare it himself.
He also took out a wooden bowl, a sturdy wooden bowl that wouldn't break, put Sirius's food into the bowl, and then poured him a bowl of clear water.
Only then did he finally sit on the chair and begin to devour his breakfast at the desk.
While eating breakfast, he looked helplessly at Sirius, who was gnawing on the wool block not far away, and finally sighed with resignation that drinking really messes things up.
Originally, he didn't want to keep pets, after all, he was too lazy. Sometimes he was too lazy to even take care of himself, only able to lie on the bed like a corpse, waiting for Neville or Harry to come to the office and feed him.
And now there was an extra pet to feed…
Sigh…
After devouring the last fried chicken leg, he reluctantly returned to his office on the third floor.
After finishing his meal and sobering up, he finally began his main quest.
Actually, yesterday's main quest was to help Lupin kill Greyback, but later, as soon as they had a drink, the two involuntarily went to the Leaky Cauldron.
There, Lupin even tried to forcibly send Kaisen back to Hogwarts.
After all, his life's main quest, which had been stagnant for nearly thirty years, had finally been corrected. He also didn't want to rely on others for everything. His glorious future of becoming a Hogwarts Professor next year had not yet arrived, but at least this year, he wanted to personally take revenge on more than half of the enemies in his life.
This, after all, needed to be done by himself.
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