"What's wrong with him?" Lupin asked, puzzled.
"I didn't understand much before, but ever since Sirius told me about your student days, I completely get it," Kayson replied.
"Yeah, poor Professor Snape was so angry that he cried because his best friend was hanging out with someone he disliked and…"
Lupin was cut off by Kayson, who said, exasperated, "...He has every reason to hate you."
"Alright, I'll go check on Harry and the others; they should have received the letter by now," Lupin said, putting down his cutlery and walking towards the Gryffindor long table.
"Mhm, I'm going to check on Severus," Kayson said, getting up and walking towards the basement.
Soon after, both returned to their seats.
"How was it?" Kayson asked.
"We're going to have some fun this weekend."
Lupin instinctively felt a bit excited, completely unaware that, theoretically, he was currently in a cold war with Sirius.
Tsk tsk tsk...
...
Sunday morning...
"Hello, Professor." Harry and the others appeared promptly in front of Kayson, who had just woken up and come downstairs.
Due to the high foot traffic, he hadn't locked his office in a long time. Sometimes, Little Wizards would come by to stroll around, boat, date, or even bring Kayson breakfast.
As for the intricate magic machines and Alchemy creations, they were securely encased in thick glass walls.
Since he decided to open his office for Little Wizards to wander in, he had to take appropriate measures. He wasn't worried about the Alchemy devices malfunctioning, as those large contraptions held no value to him; they were purely like building blocks.
However, for Little Wizards, they could be quite dangerous, so it was better to keep them encased. It didn't affect their use anyway.
"Hm... Where's Lupin? Is he still asleep?" Kayson yawned and sat wearily on the sofa.
"He's still eating. Here's your breakfast," Neville said, handing over a full paper bag.
"Thanks. Oh, and could you cast a Scouring Charm on me? My shampoo ran out, and the new one hasn't arrived yet," Kayson added.
"No problem, Professor." Neville pulled out his wand, quickly muttered a spell, and a stream of light flew towards Kayson.
The cool sensation made him shiver, and he quickly cleared his head, letting out a relaxed sigh.
"magic changes life, it's convenient."
Soon, Lupin finally finished eating and came over.
"Anything else? If not, let's go!"
Kayson shook his head, "We can go now." As he spoke, his domain enveloped the group, and Ender Teleportation activated. They suddenly appeared at...
222B Baker Street.
"Um... Aren't we going to Grimmauld Place? This... seems wrong, doesn't it?" Hermione looked out the window, a bit confused.
"Actually, I don't know where Grimmauld Place is. I've never been there, so I can't Ender Teleport directly... And..." Kayson looked at the butt print of another person on the sofa he usually sat on, and the strange sounds from the bathroom...
"Sherlock!" He burst into the downstairs bathroom, and soon emerged, dragging a man wrapped in a towel, leaving Lupin and the Little Wizards stunned.
Hermione thought for a moment and chose to turn her back, but then quickly decided it was unnecessary and turned back around.
"I can't help it, John Watson brought his girlfriend home, and I have nowhere to go," Sherlock explained, sitting helplessly on the sofa.
"Oh, so I should thank you for gracing my house with your presence? And Harry, give him a Drying Charm." Kayson said, fuming.
Harry nodded, pulled out his wand, and cast the spell. As the warm magic settled on him, Sherlock touched his now dry hair, "Wow, amazing magic."
The moment he spoke, the four Little Wizards' eyes widened, because they realized that this strange neighbor who appeared in their Professor's house was actually a Muggle.
Lupin, meanwhile, watched the farce with an unperturbed expression... It was quite interesting.
At that moment, Sherlock, having experienced the wonder of magic, looked at Kayson again, "You said 'a Drying Charm,' which should be a general term, not an actual spell name. And you chose to let this young gentleman cast it, instead of doing it yourself... Oh, it seems your magic is quite different from theirs, isn't it?"
"If you're bored, you can investigate why the trash can outside my door is always full of trash, instead of staring at me," Kayson said, exasperated.
"Oh, no need to investigate that. Sometimes... John Watson accumulates a lot of trash, and he throws it in your trash can," Sherlock replied.
"You paused just now... That trash was actually made by you, wasn't it?"
"That's a contribution from both of us."
"I should have given you two a formaldehyde treatment when I renovated your place," Kayson said, exasperated.
"Don't care, we'll open the windows to ventilate ourselves."
"Alright... I remember you didn't have a key to my house." Kayson sat down helplessly, determined to get to the bottom of things and see how many despicable acts the great detective in front of him had committed.
"You asked John Watson to look after your money tree before," Sherlock said concisely.
"So you took the opportunity to make a copy of the key?"
"No, I just replaced the lock and hung the new key on your keychain."
"What the f—!"
"Cough, cough, Kayson, there are children, there are children!" Lupin quickly helped Kayson retract an insult.
"And your Jacuzzi is nice..."
Kayson's expression twitched again, "So the public bathroom isn't enough for you anymore? What kind of damn bathtub is worth you breaking in to try..."
"Because I discovered a hidden function of that bathtub. I'll show you." At this, Sherlock suddenly became animated, pulling Kayson upstairs.
The people downstairs only heard laughter, then silence, followed by the sound of quick footsteps and a terrifying tremor.
Sherlock, still wrapped in a towel, ran quickly downstairs and dashed to the next door without even putting on clothes.
Correspondingly, Kayson, holding the bathtub in one hand, ran downstairs like a tiger, rushed out of the house, aimed for a moment, and then violently threw the bathtub.
Sherlock, hearing the whoosh, looked back, calculated briefly, decisively chose to lie down, and was then completely covered by the bathtub.
"Oh... Motherf—!" Sherlock's muffled voice came from inside the bathtub.
The Little Wizards who witnessed all this swallowed hard.
"Professor... You're practically Superman!"
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