"...How about we try hiking?" Kayson offered his terrible idea once again.
"..."
"...Fine, maybe I should find Professor Trelawney and ask her to divine it for me." Kayson pulled a miserable face and prepared to leave.
"Come back!"
Hearing Grindelwald's voice behind him, he revealed an I-knew-it smile, then swiftly put on that helpless, dying expression again and turned around.
"What is it?"
"A genuine Seer is standing right in front of you, yet you intend to seek out a half-baked one?" Grindelwald asked with a frown, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Can't be helped. You don't want to help, and I can't exactly hang myself from one tree."
Kayson shrugged.
"...Give me one day." Grindelwald spoke after a long silence.
"Okay, no problem. I knew your prophetic abilities were unmatched, invincible, absolutely freaking incredible!" Kayson immediately showered him with flattery, then dusted himself off and left.
"Oh, one more thing."
Kayson turned back, his face full of question marks.
"Did you tell him about the spell that flew toward Ariana?"
"Yeah, and he was the one who asked."
Grindelwald nodded. "Thank you."
Kayson shrugged, turned around, and vanished with Ender teleportation. After returning to his office seat, he began the miserable task of grading assignments.
Evening...
"Ahhh!!! Uh... That was some thoroughly satisfying grading!"
After placing the graded assignments in one corner of his desk, Kayson remembered that Grindelwald had told him to wait a day.
It was not that he did not trust Grindelwald, but what was that saying again?
A person always had to prepare two plans.
Like the idea that had remained nothing more than a PowerPoint presentation in his head last semester.
Back then, he had bragged that he would create a 3D surveillance map of Hogwarts. Later, he discovered that the magic