"You haven't even written the Alchemy lesson plan, yet you're so invested in this." Dumbledore looked at the lesson plan, then at Kayson, and said slowly.
This lesson plan was, in simple terms, a moral education for the Pure-blood families' Little Wizards, or rather, a mix of personal opinions interspersed with various Alchemy knowledge.
It wasn't about making all Pure-blood Little Wizards as friendly to Muggles as the Weasley family, but simply making them acknowledge Muggles and stop treating them as transparent NPCs.
"Are you planning to open a separate class?" Dumbledore asked slowly.
"Do I look like such a diligent person? I just plan to pay more attention to those Pure-blood Little Wizards in my class and during their free time, hoping that I can make them a little less extreme before their worldviews are fully formed. Then I would have taken the first step from zero to one," Kayson said with a shrug.
".....A very good idea," Dumbledore nodded and said.
"Yeah, after all, it seems like none of you were willing to do it except me," Kayson said, standing up to leave.
"You can tell me any ideas you have in the future, and I'll help you brainstorm," Dumbledore quickly called out to Kayson.
"Got it."
Dumbledore watched Kayson turn into a shower of purple light and leave the office before slumping into his chair, a little helpless.
He had said a lot today, and it was the first time he had half-revealed his true feelings to Kayson.
Kayson, a highly capable and talented Wizard, who, solely by relying on a belated magic outburst, could play with his innate Alchemy talent in such a flamboyant way.
And his first thought was to find a way to keep such a person under his watchful eye; he had even prepared himself for the possibility of Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts being almost halved, and then having to cut Alchemy as well.
However, Kayson was unexpectedly good at teaching and very popular.
At this moment, Dumbledore couldn't help but feel a surge of relief. Firstly, Hogwarts had gained another formidable talent, and secondly, a naive Wizard had been led onto the right path by him.
Secondly, it was fortunate that he was present when Kayson clashed with Ministry of Magic employee Lester, otherwise, if Kayson had knocked Lester unconscious and then tried to perform a physical memory wipe on him, the Ministry of Magic, which was outwardly timid but inwardly aggressive, would never have let it go.
It was almost foreseeable that Kayson would be defeated by an endless stream of Aurors and hitmen and imprisoned in Azkaban.
In Azkaban, the originally kind Kayson would be forced by Dementors to become a true Dark Wizard. His original magic would also improve with the passage of time, and then a brand new Dark Lord would rise from the lands of Azkaban.
"Fortunately, none of that happened." Dumbledore let out a sigh of relief, thankfully, thankfully...
With that, he took a gentle sip of his milkshake...
Comfortable...
Back in his office, Kayson watched Lupin driving a small boat, lost in his own world on the ice track, as if chasing Sirius, who was ahead.
Kayson watched Lupin's futile efforts with a bit of exasperation, knowing that Sirius seemed to have a great talent for driving, so his boat had been specially upgraded by Kayson.
Lupin wanted to catch up... he probably wouldn't be able to.
"How about it? Do you need help?" Kayson asked, standing by the edge of the ice track.
"I don't believe it... please help me."
Kayson rolled his eyes, and the Newborn Magic Art book appeared beside him, swiftly shooting a red binding spell that instantly hit Sirius, who was driving the boat.
A moment later, Lupin finally arrived, panting heavily, exhausted like Bruce, carrying Sirius out of the boat.
Sirius, looking at Lupin's large face, instinctively wanted to stick out his tongue and lick it, then suddenly realized that, theoretically, he didn't know Lupin now.
Hold it...
Hold it...
"Kayson, can you lend me your monocle?" Lupin asked Kayson, holding Sirius, looking him over from left to right, seeing how exactly like the Sirius of old he was.
Kayson didn't know what Lupin was investigating, but he took off his glasses and handed them to Lupin.
The latter took the glasses, held them in his hand, and looked through them at Sirius, who was right in front of him.
[Beast]
"It's really not him? He looks too similar," Lupin murmured.
"Who do you mean it looks like?" Kayson asked, taking the glasses from Lupin's hand and putting them back on his face.
"Like Sirius Black. You might not know, but he's an Animagus, which means a human Wizard can gain an animal form through a complex ritual magic," Lupin explained.
"So... Sirius Black's Animagus is this big Black dog?" Kayson asked.
"Yes," Lupin nodded.
".....Does this ritual magic require a wand?" Kayson continued to ask.
"A skilled Animagus can transform without a wand, and Sirius is a skilled Animagus."
Kayson nodded: "So that's how he escaped from Azkaban... Why didn't you tell Dumbledore sooner?"
"I... I was afraid he'd be disappointed."
"Disappointed? Why would he be disappointed?"
"I deceived him. I kept the Animagus matter from him for so long. Isn't that enough to disappoint him?" Lupin said bitterly.
"Sometimes I really don't understand your thought process," Kayson said, placing his hands on his hips, looking at Lupin with a hint of exasperation.
"But it's already this late. Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban and is going to kill Harry. Are you still going to keep it from him?"
Lupin shook his head: "I just haven't figured out how to say it yet."
"Of course, you find Dumbledore and tell him face to face," Kayson said, exasperated. Only at this moment did he truly understand Dumbledore's earlier words about Lupin's indecisiveness and contradictions.
"Mhm, I'll go now... I won't be back after I go. I'll go straight to Privet Drive to continue watching Harry," Lupin nodded.
As Lupin left the office, Kayson finally slumped into his chair, powerless. The upcoming third year, he initially judged, would be as messed up as the first two. First, Sirius Black was constantly endangering the lives of Harry and all the Little Wizards at Hogwarts.
Then there were the Dementors, a theme for Hogwarts concocted by the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore on a whim... Speaking of these Dementors, perhaps he could even make use of them, encouraging the Little Wizards to study Alchemy diligently under the Dementors' supervision.
And there was also his earlier boast to Grindelwald about helping to mend his relationship with Dumbledore.
Finally, there was the moral and ideological education for the Pure-blood Little Wizards of Slytherin.
"This semester won't be peaceful either."
He sighed and hunched further into his chair, hearing a rustling sound from his coat pocket.
He pulled out the crumpled The Daily Prophet from his pocket and casually tossed it at his feet, where it landed perfectly under the dozing Sirius's eyes.
The front page headline of this newspaper was about the Weasley family winning the lottery, with a photo taken in Egypt.
Also in the photo was the little rat with a missing finger.
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