In a few seconds, the entire Z9 broom exploded with a terrifying sonic boom. About three seconds later, the broom stopped steadily in front of the huge French window. Kayson sat on the cushion and was firmly fixed on the broom by the magic safety belt.
Sirius was very even... no, very comfortable. He lay on the glass window and slowly slid down.
"Bruce!"
"Bruce?"
"Bruce! Are you okay!"
Lying like a dead dog in the corner between the floor-to-ceiling window and the office, Sirius had no choice but to raise his head. He really wanted to speak out and say that he was so stupid Bruce.
In the end, he tilted his head and fainted.
Day...
Haoooooooooooo...
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...
Haoooooooo...
"Hey, hold the grass!"
"Woof woof woof!"
Last night, I was so drunk that Kayson almost saw Merlin and Sirius was dragged back to my bedroom on the fourth floor. I was relieved after confirming that Sirius was still a beast and that there were no more deaths or souls.
He casually put Sirius beside the bed and climbed into bed until early the next morning.
Only one-third of his body was lying on the bed. Kayson turned around and was completely lying on Sirius.
"Um... are you okay Bruce?" Kayson got up from Sirius with a panning and rolling motion, and with some embarrassment, she said the name she gave him last night when she was drunk.
Sirius's small eyes looked resentfully at Kayson, and he suddenly felt confused.
At that moment he wanted to die.
Although it was almost last night.
"Uh... If you don't say anything, I'll just assume you're fine?" Kayson rubbed his head, put his hands under Sirius's front paws, picked him up directly, and looked at his doggy face.
I looked at his belly.
I looked at him...
"Well... I will introduce you to Hagrid Yaya... you may have a lot of topics to talk about, because I remember Yaya seems to be a bitch, so you can just communicate."
Kayson said subconsciously.
Then, with a speechless and calm expression on his face, Kayson was stuck in his hand, and Sirius instantly turned into a pot of water and boiling hot oil, which began to boil.
"Wow wow wow wow wow!" Kayson quickly straightened his arms and moved Sirius further away from him.
"If you don't want to, just don't want to. You can tell me directly..." His voice couldn't get any louder for a moment.
The same goes for Sirius.
The dog's silence is deafening.
"Emmmm... you just hang out here while I go to eat. Don't worry, I will bring you breakfast."
Kayson was a little embarrassed and put Sirius on the ground, and Ender teleportation disappeared directly.
In the Great Hall, Dumbledore is holding a piece of dry bread and using a butter knife machine to spread butter on it. At this moment, he already regrets holding this piece of bread because it is really too dry.
But this is Great Hall after all. Although Christmas chose to stay in school as a young wizard, it cannot be considered too much, but strictly speaking, it cannot be regarded as too little.
I am a Hogwarts great principal. If I waste food in public... well... it is not advisable or advisable.
He looked vaguely at the few other professors who stayed on campus who were thousands of miles away from him, indicating that they did not want to get involved in this mess in the hands of Dumbledore.
Now he can only wait for a while for Kayson to come to the Great Hall. He can deliver the bread to Professor Kayson at lightning speed, and he can also set up a caring professor and help the professor butter the bread, making him a human principal.
Soon, just as he expected, Kayson appeared on the High Table seat with a roar. He glanced at the dry set meal on the table with some disgust, and left the table directly with zero frame.
It's not okay to deliver bread to Dumbledore with stiff hands at work. It's not okay to call Kayson to come back. It's not okay to take it back and eat it yourself.
At this time, his hand is in mid-air, so...
His hand trembled slightly when he took the bread, and the bread fell to the ground like water.
"Eh... huh?"
He watched as the bread was shaken off by him, and when the bread that was about to fall to the ground was taken away and returned, Kayson grabbed it and put it back on the Dumbledore plate.
"Don't waste food... you're welcome."
Kayson drank the Pumpkin Juice in front of him in one gulp, patted Dumbledore's shoulder and headed towards the Hogwarts's kitchen.
After all, I am stamped as Sorting Hat, and Professor Sprout confirms that I am the genuine Hufflepuff, so there is no problem in going to the canteen to open a small stove.
Buzz... He was currently studying how to put two pillows together into a reasonably comfortable sleeping pad. Hearing the teleportation sound behind him, Sirius almost had an emergency. He turned around and looked at Kayson who was carrying a large bag of food with a confused look on his face.
The latter also almost saw what Sirius wanted to do. He snatched back his poor pillow like a tiger's mouth and placed a wool cube on the ground randomly for Sirius to concoct it by himself.
He took out another wooden bowl, which he was not afraid of breaking or hitting. After putting Sirius his food into the bowl, he filled a bowl of water for him.
At this time, he finally sat on the chair and started to eat his breakfast on the desk.
While eating breakfast, I looked helplessly at Sirius, who was chewing wool cubes not far away. Finally, I sighed helplessly that I drank too much.
He doesn't want to keep a pet. After all, he is too lazy. Sometimes he is too lazy to keep one, so he can only lie on the bed and wait for him to come to the office. Neville or Harry finds him feeding him.
And now there is an extra pet to feed...
Eh...
After sucking up the last fried chicken leg, he returned to the office on the third floor with some helplessness.
After eating and waking up, he finally started his main mission.
In fact, yesterday's main task was to help Lupin kill that Greyback, but then when they got drunk, the two of them couldn't help but come to the Leaky Cauldron.
If Lupin is still dragging you there, Kayson must be sent back to Hogwarts.
After all, after nearly thirty years, the main line of his life has finally been corrected, and he does not want to rely on others. Next year, he will become Professor Hogwarts. The glorious future has not yet arrived, but this year will at least allow him to personally avenge more than half of the enemies in his life.
This is something you always need to do yourself.