Back in his office, Kayson had not even had time to take off his wizarding robes before the crystal ball on his desk lit up.
He gave it a casual tap, and soon Harry and the others arrived beside him in a little boat.
"Professor, are you all right?" Neville asked worriedly.
Kayson shook his head. "Let's have a little faith in Dumbledore's connections. Besides, the hearing isn't happening right away. The Hogwarts professors and Dumbledore will help me, so you don't need to worry."
"Professor... did you really chop off that guy Fudge's arm?" Ron's questions were always so unexpected. Even Bruce circling around him, sniffing him from every direction, could not stop him from asking such abstract questions.
"Actually, I didn't intend to be that ruthless at first. I only wanted to cut off his hand, but his constant 'I don't know' answers irritated me. Then I got carried away and cut off his arm. But now I regret it," Kayson said gloomily.
"You regret being so impulsive?" Hermione asked.
"I regret not cutting off his head."
"..."
Silence ×4...
"Professor, the Sorting Hat must have put you in the wrong house. You clearly belong in Gryffindor," Harry said with feeling.
"I think it sorted me quite well... at least, I think it was very accurate. And who says a little badger can't get angry and chop an enemy into useless pieces?" Kayson said with a sideways grin.
"Uh... all right. As long as you know what you're doing, Professor..." Hermione clearly had no idea what else to say.
"Anything else?" As Kayson spoke, he looked helplessly at Bruce, who was about to leap at Ron. He grabbed him by the tail and dragged him back, pinning his dog head between his legs.
"Professor, I actually quite like