Unable to sleep in the middle of the night, I got up and posted another chapter.
Dumbledore awkwardly took off his glasses and wiped them again and again.
"Don't worry about those details."
"...Come to think of it, I still don't know who this old man who suddenly showed up even is." Kayson scratched his chin.
"Gellert Grindelwald." Grindelwald straightened his back slightly.
"...Who?"
"...You... don't read history books about the wizarding world?" Grindelwald said, his brows twisting together.
"I've read some unofficial histories before, but mostly from the era of the Four Founders of Hogwarts."
"All right, Gellert. You said it yourself—we're old now. There's no need for every wizard to remember us." Dumbledore tried to smooth things over while holding back a laugh.
"Why did you call me here?" Kayson asked.
"To ask you about some things in the future," Dumbledore said.
"Huh? Oh... go ahead."
"That person was..."
"Me, nine years from now."
Dumbledore nodded. "So, just as Gellert said, it was because of that plan to give everyone magic?"
Kayson looked at Dumbledore in surprise. "Don't tell me he talked you into it."
"Let's just say it satisfied a professor's curiosity. I know enough now. Thank you for making the trip here." Dumbledore smiled.
Kayson's brain unusually crashed for a second. This time, though, he didn't raise his middle finger. After all, that old man named Grindelwald seemed to be Dumbledore's old friend.
Better give the headmaster some face.
The next day...
Kayson sat up in bed blankly. He couldn't even be bothered to put on slippers and planned to step onto the floor barefoot—then he stepped on something warm and soft.
"Woooof..."
Sirius raised his head in confusion, his tiny dog face filled with enormous bewilderment.
"Ah... you had a nightmare, right? It's fine, it's