"All right, class dismissed. Remember to hand in your essays later... Oh, right, do you still want to... Forget it. We'll discuss the Wither another time, perhaps when Dumbledore isn't at Hogwarts."
"And there's more good news. Your Professor Lockhart probably won't have time to teach you anytime soon. Conservatively speaking, he'll be holed up in his office working on essays for the next two weeks, so Snape will still be covering your Defense Against the Dark Arts classes during that time."
"The school hasn't officially announced this yet. I only happened to find out, so I'm telling you in advance. Don't be late for your next Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson."
As he spoke, Kayson gathered up the books on the lectern and headed straight back to his office through the staircase hidden behind the blackboard.
After changing clothes, he Apparated outside and headed for the Great Hall on the first floor.
Apparently, the House-elves in the kitchen had roasted more than a dozen sheep today. He had to go take a look...
When he arrived at the Great Hall, he saw several professors huddled together, whispering about something. Hagrid looked up and spotted Kayson, then instinctively started toward him.
"Hey, Kayson, let me ask you..."
Before Hagrid could finish, Professor Flitwick swiftly cast a Tongue-Tying Curse on him.
"Mmph, mmph... Huh?"
Professor Snape walked over with a helpless expression and led Hagrid back, leaving Kayson utterly bewildered.
"What... are you all doing?"
"Nothing, nothing. Hagrid mixed alcohol into his potion before and accidentally drank himself stupid. It's fine. Come eat." Professor Sprout pulled Kayson back to the High Table, while the other professors fell silent in unison.
"Uh... what a bizarre atmosphere."
Kayson placed a lamb chop on his plate and looked curiously at Snape...
With that