Dumbledore, sitting in the Headmaster's office, watched the chaos in the alchemy office through the crystal ball, a meaningful smile gracing his face.
No wonder Kayson truly had no talent for feigning or lying...
Dumbledore casually ate a few sweets while seated, and when the time was right, an owl flew in through the window with a letter—a death certificate he had asked his friend at St. Mungo's to prepare for Kayson.
He glanced at the clock on the wall, seeing that it was time. He rummaged in a cabinet and pulled out an ornate coffin. Casually, he used a Levitation Charm to float the coffin behind him and walked towards the alchemy office.
In the alchemy office, Kayson's eyes were tightly shut, listening to the chirping voices of the Little Wizardss around him, sweat unconsciously beading on his forehead.
This time, he really messed up, truly.
However, very quickly, he felt the noisy sounds around him gradually subside, and then he heard Dumbledore's voice.
"The deceased is gone. Let Professor Kayson rest in peace..."
Kayson: "???"
What does 'the deceased is gone' mean?
When did I die? I'm clearly just suffering from a very serious illness, and even if it's faked, it shouldn't lead directly to death, right?
Before he could finish his thought, he felt many hands lifting him up... It was difficult for them; they could actually lift him.
The lifting motion suddenly paused, and Neville's voice reached his ears: "But Professor's chest is still rising and falling?"
"That's because Professor Kayson modified his lungs; mechanical lungs naturally have some movement," Dumbledore explained.
"I was just bragging! Neville, don't believe it! If you just howl a couple more times, I'll take the hint and 'come back to life' through the power of love!" Kayson screamed in his heart.
However, reality was clearly not a novel. Neville just nodded blankly and then lent a hand.
Soon, he felt himself being placed into a small bed... but the atmosphere of this 'small bed' was very strange.
He subtly opened a slit in his eyes and secretly peeked around... Everything was... white and soft, like a damn coffin.
Wait... a coffin?
He suddenly startled awake, but when he opened his eyes again, he no longer saw his familiar ceiling and the Heavenly Dragon Slaying Cannon, but the damned coffin lid.
"Huh? I think..."
Thud!
In the end, poor Professor Kayson didn't even have time to make a sound before he hit his head on the coffin lid. Moreover, this coffin was not only enchanted with an unbreakable protection spell, but it also seemed to have a soundproofing spell on it.
The sound he made when he attacked the coffin with his forehead was so loud, yet no one outside heard it.
Isn't that ridiculous?
And what confused him most now was where Dumbledore, that old man, got his death certificate?
He had never been to St. Mungo's... And how could he get a death certificate in less than two hours?
In an instant, all the clues connected, and the truth surfaced...
He had been framed by that old man Dumbledore!
Thud!
Another sound. He somewhat broke down and hammered the coffin lid covering him. It wasn't anything else; it was purely because he discovered an embarrassing fact... Was his acting really that bad?
No, that's not right; it shouldn't be?
Kayson was once again in a daze. He had clearly adjusted his metabolic rate to the lowest possible level. Dumbledore, logically, shouldn't have been able to tell... Was he betrayed?
He stroked his chin, knowing that only one person knew about his fake illness plan: Cedric...
Did that boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes also betray him?
How am I going to deal with you when I get out...
Knock knock knock...
Just as he was figuring out how to 'care for' his disciple after getting out, the coffin was suddenly knocked on. Soon, with a rumbling sound and magical fluctuation, a drill came in from the outside, slowly drilling a large hole.
"Professor?"
Kayson looked at Cedric outside the hole and bit the dead skin on his lip: "Give me an explanation. How was my plan exposed? Only you knew about this plan..."
"Professor, this really has nothing to do with me! I've always been loyal to you!" Cedric said frantically.
"It's better if you don't argue; your arguing... makes it seem even more likely!" Kayson pouted and said.
"It's really not his problem." At this moment, another voice came.
Kayson looked gloomily at the black-robed figure who appeared behind Cedric. Cedric also turned around at this moment and was inevitably startled: "Professor Snape!"
Snape merely looked down at Cedric's eyes and showed an understanding expression: "He was subjected to Legilimency by Dumbledore."
"Legilimency? Oh~" Kayson said with an "oh."
"How do you feel?" Snape didn't wait for his reaction, squatted down, and asked on his own.
"I don't know what to do. I'm now cornered by that old man Dumbledore. I don't even know how I'm supposed to 'live.' After all, the atmosphere is already here. If I don't 'die' this time, isn't it very impolite?" Kayson rolled his eyes and even patted the coffin, saying gloomily.
Cedric looked up at the ceiling, thinking about how to find a suitable reason to make his Professor feel more comfortable, and then Snape spoke directly.
"Indeed."
Kayson: "..."
"Otherwise, what do you want to do?" Snape glanced at Kayson again and said.
"You must have a way, right? Did that old man Dumbledore say when he would bury me?"
"The day after tomorrow."
Kayson immediately broke down: "How much does he hate me, that he's so impatient to put me in the ground, isn't he?"
"Ahem, get straight to the point," Snape reminded him.
"Before I'm buried, just give me some beauty and anti-aging Potion and feed it to me to make me come back to life, okay?" Kayson said with a grin.
"Beauty and anti-aging?" Snape frowned and said.
"After all, I'm perfectly fine. You can't make bricks without straw; where would you get medicine? Beauty and anti-aging is enough," Kayson waved his hand and said.
"Hmph... Why don't you just jump out of the coffin? Wouldn't that be even more spectacular?" Snape pouted and said.
"Still the same thing: the atmosphere is already here. It would be impolite if I didn't 'die' thoroughly."
"..."
"Alright, I still need to maintain some image. You can't let my students know that their Professor is an unreliable little kid who fakes his death for fun, can you?"
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