Evening, Ministry of Magic...
"Kaisen Heath... Albus Dumbledore..."
On Umbridge's office desk were the letters Kayson and Dumbledore had sent to Fudge, one after the other. She casually tore open the envelopes and began to scan their contents...
Next was Dumbledore's.
After reading both letters, she scoffed. As for Kayson's claim that he would plant Fudge in the ground, she dismissed it as a childish, clumsy threat.
Although she knew of many instances where Kayson had buried people, such as Lockhart, Lockhart was merely a bumbling writer, while Fudge was the Minister for Magic. Their statuses naturally couldn't be compared, and Kayson certainly wouldn't dare to do anything truly outrageous.
The second letter, from Dumbledore, stated that if Kayson was encountered, one should reason with him promptly and by no means let the situation deteriorate to the worst-case scenario.
According to Dumbledore, as long as one discussed things properly with Kayson, appealing to his emotions and reason, he wouldn't truly get angry.
As for twisting off a head and planting it upside down, that was merely an exaggerated statement, serving only to emphasize the threat, with a low probability of actual execution.
She casually crumpled it into a ball and tossed it into the trash can.
A Principal would actually believe that a mere Professor would dare to lay hands on the esteemed Minister for Magic; it seemed he was getting senile.
Thus, Umbridge solved Fudge's problems, and two of them at that.
Meanwhile, at Hogsmeade Station.
Kayson had set up a small stall at the exit. When he saw an unfamiliar face, he knew that person hadn't signed up for Alchemy, so he picked up a Withering Charm from his small table and handed it to them.
The older Wizards all knew the value of this item and eagerly wore them.
As for this year's first-year Little Wizards, Kayson had to explain it to them personally before they would hang the charm around their necks with faces full of lingering fear.
The Little Wizards walked slowly, one by one, and Kayson handed out the charms one by one. It wasn't until almost everyone had disembarked from the train that Kayson, almost thinking the Gryffindor quartet had driven back to school, finally saw a dispirited Harry, Neville, Hermione, and Ron.
"Why do you all look so unwell?" Kayson asked.
"Don't even mention it, Professor. Dementors attacked our compartment. Luckily, Professor Lupin was there at the time, or there would have been a huge mess," Hermione said bitterly.
"What? Dementors appeared on the Hogwarts Express line?"
Kayson's expression turned cold. He casually handed them four Withering Charms and said.
"Yes, but we must have had bad luck. Only one Dementor went to our compartment; the other compartments didn't, and they don't even know about it," Harry said weakly.
"Yeah, except for Malfoy," Ron grumbled.
"...Is anyone else coming?" Kayson asked.
"No, we were the last to get off," Neville shook his head.
"Hmm... you all head back to the Castle first. It's best to go to the Medical Wing and ask Madam Pomfrey for a few bottles of Pepper-Up Potion," Kayson said, tapping lightly. The small table in front of him disintegrated into tiny fragments, falling to the ground and vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Kayson also vanished along with it.
Only a sky full of light and shadows remained in place.
"Fudge! You must have read my letter, haven't you?" Kayson suddenly appeared behind Fudge, who was savoring a cigar.
"It seems you're enjoying your little life quite a bit," Kayson said faintly.
"Kayson, how dare you! Why are you suddenly here!" Umbridge, sitting across from Fudge's desk, was startled by Kayson and exclaimed.
Kayson merely shrugged casually, not even glancing at Umbridge, but instead patted Fudge's shoulder: "I told you, if a Dementor harms a Little Wizards, I'll plant you in a flowerpot."
"Kaisen Heath! This is the Ministry of Magic! Not your unruly Hogwarts! No one here will indulge you!" Umbridge angrily slammed the table and rebuked him.
Kayson still made no move. No, at least the Newborn Magic Art book suddenly appeared behind him, and a swift Binding Charm quickly froze Umbridge in her action of slamming the table and rebuking.
However, her mouth could still speak, her eyes could still see, and all her senses were still intact.
Fudge took a deep breath. Seeing Kayson so decisively cast magic on Umbridge, he must have realized that Kayson was serious this time. His hand discreetly reached for a small mechanism under the office desk. If pressed, the Auror Office and the Striker office would receive a message and come to his rescue.
"Hmm? Do you remember?" Kayson said faintly.
"What letter? I didn't receive any letter?" Fudge said, looking bewildered.
"Then I'll repeat it for you. The meaning is enough: if any Little Wizards is harmed by a Dementor, I will come to your office and twist off your head and plant it in a flowerpot."
"No... I didn't receive that letter, you can't do that!"
"But I'm sorry, I'm already here."
"No! You can't do this! This is assassinating the Minister!" Umbridge shrieked.
Kayson ignored her and pressed Fudge's plump body onto the office desk, then stood on the desk with one foot and knelt on Fudge's back with the other.
"No, no, no, you can't do this! I am the Minister for Magic, you'll be tried for this, you'll go to Azkaban!" Fudge roared.
"I'll await your summons," Kayson said, and a Cham blue diamond sword appeared in his hand.
Just then, with a bang, the Minister's office door burst open.
Kingsley and Scrimgeour, along with a large group of Aurors, entered the office, all pointing their wands at Kayson.
"Professor Kayson!" Of course, some Wizards who had just joined the Auror Office recognized the thug who was holding the Minister hostage.
"You recognized me? Now scram!" Kayson looked up and saw two of his students, both from Pure-blood families who had no financial worries and whom Fudge could not afford to offend.
Since that was the case, he didn't need to put on a show of a so-called dramatic break-up for them to continue their careers at the Ministry of Magic, so he said directly.
The two Pure-blood students looked at Kayson, then at Kingsley and Scrimgeour. As for Fudge, who was on the brink of death, they didn't even glance at him before fleeing out the door.
"Kayson, listen to me, I've heard about you from Dumbledore... you are absolutely not this kind of person. Now put down the sword, and let's talk like gentlemen," Kingsley tried to calm Kayson down.
Kayson didn't want to say anything to these idiots from the Ministry of Magic. The next moment, a golden-red flame appeared in the office.
Dumbledore emerged from the flames, looking at Fudge under Kayson's sword.
"It seems you didn't heed my advice," Dumbledore shook his head.
"What advice of yours? I don't know!" Fudge's voice was tearful.
"The letter I wrote to you," Dumbledore sighed.
It was then that Fudge realized Dumbledore had mentioned a letter, and Kayson had also mentioned a letter, and the only one worthy of receiving his letters...
"Umbridge! Where's my letter!" Fudge roared.
"M-Minister, I thought they were all unimportant, I..." Umbridge stammered.
"Alright, you don't need to explain," Kayson was already tired of listening to this so-called "Where Did the Letter Go?" show.
He looked at Fudge with pity, shaking the diamond sword in his hand casually, and the Curse of Vanishing was applied to it.
Originally, this curse was meant to be applied to equipment, causing the equipment to vanish along with its owner upon death, but now it had another use.
For example, to create an irreversible, unhealable Dark Arts wound.
The next moment, Kayson swung the diamond sword fiercely at one of Fudge's arms.
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